Ryan (Student Painter…and More)

My husband and I have a fairly good marriage. After nearly a decade together, we still didn’t have any children though. We’ve been through all the testing. After eliminating anything on my end as the problem, it was determined that my husband has a low sperm count.

This doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for him to get me pregnant, it just means that it’s going to take some serious effort. I am more than willing to do what it takes, as is my husband. The problem is that his work takes him away so much that it’s hard for us to really put a lot of effort into the task at hand. It’s not like we don’t have sex whenever he’s home, we’re just not seeing the results from it that we’d like to see.

It was a hot summer Friday in July. Joe was out of town attending a convention. We decided that if we are meant to have a baby, it will happen. My friend Sally went through something similar to this and said that it happens when you least expect it. She should know, she has two kids now and she’s expecting a third.

This particular day I wasn’t thinking about babies. I was thinking about getting the inside of my house painted. Joe’s not the handy type. He delegates responsibility, which means that he’s more than happy to pay for someone else to do the work. He left me the checkbook and told me to take care of hiring someone to paint while he was out of town since he wasn’t fond of the smell of paint.

I was looking online to try to find a painter when I came across an ad for a company called Student Painters. According to the testimonials, they were supposed to be pretty good. Apparently, the company is run by a bunch of college students. I have to admit that the pics of the hot college guys in overalls and jeans did attract my eye.

After recovering from the sight of the hunks of beef, I read further and saw that their prices were really reasonable. Even though my husband can afford to hire painters who charge much more, he still liked to save a buck, so I figured what the heck and filled out the contact form and clicked. I figured that since it was a Friday I wouldn’t hear from these guys until they had recovered from their weekend parties.

I was in the middle of preparing myself a nice dinner of steak and rice and steamed vegetables when the phone rang. Much to my surprise, it was one of the student painters. He asked what I wanted done and when I wanted it done. I told him that I was looking to get the entire inside of the house painted, but I wanted to do it in stages.

So the upstairs would be first and the downstairs and basement would come later. He said that he had a painter who could come over tomorrow and start. Talk about service. I was so surprised at the how quickly they could have somebody over that I just said “okay” and gave the guy the address.

After I got off the phone with Joe, I crawled under the covers and wondered who they would send over. The guy on the phone sounded young and hot, but he sounded more like the guy who makes arrangements rather than one of the actual painters. I decided that I was being silly getting so worked up over the prospect of a hot college painter coming over. I went to sleep and didn’t give it any more thought that night.

I woke up around 7 the next morning. Even though it was a Saturday, I was still used to getting up early. I made myself a bowl of cereal since I didn’t feel like dealing with a major cleanup. It was supposed to be near 100 degrees that day. Even though we had whole house AC, it was still obvious that it was going to be a hot, sticky day. I put on the TV to catch the weather and they said it was already in the 80s.

I was just putting away the bowl when there was a knock on the backdoor. I glanced outside of the window above the sink and saw a pickup truck with paint supplies in the alleyway behind the house. “Before 8 on a Saturday. Impressive,” I thought as I answered the door.

“Need some painting done,” a stunning college boy said after I opened the door.
“Yes,” I said trying not to stare at the young man in front of me,” please come in. I didn’t expect you to be this early.”
“It’s so damn hot,” he said carrying a gallon of paint in each hand, “I just wanted to get to work as early as possible.”
“I can’t blame you,” I said while inviting him in.
“I’m Ryan,” he said while taking in the view as he came inside of the house.

Ryan was clad in baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. Even though he was on the skinny side, he clearly had some muscles. He had dark brown semi-spiked hair. I also happened to notice that he had an amazing ass. Even through his baggy jeans, the shape was clear. It was a perfect round bubble butt.

I told him that he would just be doing the upstairs today. I let him walk up in front of me on purpose. I don’t know what came over me, but I found myself taking more than a few glances at his ass as he walked upstairs with me following behind him.

“You can start here in the hallway and then do the two bedrooms,” I said. “You can save the bathroom and kitchen for next time and then the living room, family room, and basement entertainment room will be last.”
“Got it,” he said with a smile as he put the cans of paint down.

“I’m gonna get the rest of the stuff from my truck,” he said while heading downstairs.
“Okay,” I managed to say as I tried my best to keep my composure.

All kind of thoughts ran through my head, but there was one that kept coming back. If Joe’s little swimmers weren’t strong enough to give me a baby, maybe a one afternoon stand with a hot, muscular college stud would do the trick. Joe wouldn’t have to know.

And when Joe came back home on Tuesday I knew we’d have sex, so he would think that it was all him. This was crazy though. I decided to put that thought out of my mind. I figured I would just sit in the living room and watch television or read a book while he did his work. Out of sight, out of mind. Right?

Just as I was getting ready to head back downstairs, Ryan was coming back up the stairs with a ladder with drop cloths stuffed between the rungs and a bucket of painting supplies. There wasn’t anything I could do except back up and stand in the hallway as he put his supplies down and started setting up the drop cloths on the floor.

“I’ll be downstairs,” I said.
“Alright,” Ryan said as he bent down to open a can of paint.

I wish he hadn’t done that since it gave me an excellent view of his ass. It also made it clear that he was wearing a pair of 2Xist briefs under his baggy jeans. Here I was a 40 year old married woman completely turned on by a hot college boy who I only knew by his first name. I slowly worked my way downstairs and decided to make another attempt to turn my mind to other things besides that young man’s perfect ass and hot body.

About an hour later, I smelled the paint and wondered if everything was alright up there since I hadn’t seen Ryan since he got to work. It wouldn’t hurt to bring him up a bottle of water, so I went to the kitchen to get one. That’s when I ran into Ryan coming in from the backdoor.

“Oh, I thought you were still upstairs,” I said.
“I’ve been up and down a few times,” he said. “I guess you were caught up in your book.”
“Stephen King,” I said, trying to keep our conversation as safe as possible.
“Yeah, I like his stuff too,” Ryan said.
“How’s it going up there,” I asked.

“I’m done with the hallway and I just moved the furniture into the middle of the two bedrooms so I’m gonna get started with that and I’ll be done for the day,” he said while whipping sweat from his face.

“Hot out,” I said before I realized how stupid it was to state the obvious.
“Here,” I said, handing him a bottle of water.
“Thanks,” he said while running the ice cold bottle over his face and neck before opening it to take a sip.

As Ryan was drinking the water, I glanced down and noticed that his face wasn’t the only thing sweaty. Apparently, while I was reading Ryan had been going back and forth from his truck to get supplies so he had definitely experienced the heat and humidity. This is a long way of saying that it was clear that his t-shirt was soaked through.

Even his baggy jeans were clinging to his body. He was skinny, but clearly muscular. For the first time, I noticed the outline of a bulge in the front of his jeans. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was checking him out as I handed him some paper towels to sop up some of the sweat on his face.

“That shirt looks like it’s soaked through,” I said, “Why don’t you let me put it in the dryer?”
“Sure, thanks,” he said while putting down the half empty bottle of water and peeling off the drenched t-shirt that clung to his chest and abs.
“I’m gonna get back to work,” Ryan said with a smile.
“Wait,” I said, “I have a t-shirt you can wear.”
“Um,” was all Ryan could say before I dashed upstairs to get one of my husband’s t-shirts that he hardly ever wore.
“It’s my husbands,” I said while tossing him the t-shirt.
“Thanks,” he said as he rolled the t-shirt onto his amazing body.
“How old are you,” I blurted out, “I mean, I was just wondering since you seem so disciplined to come over early on a Saturday.”
“Yeah, I’m like that,” he said while heading back upstairs.

I figured he was dodging the question so I went back into living room. Then I heard him say that he was eighteen as he went upstairs to get back to work. “My God, I’m lusting after a teenager,” I thought to myself. I was determined to put any more thoughts about what he might have under those jeans out of my mind as I picked up my Stephen King book from the coffee table.

I found my mind wandering as I starred at the book without reading a single word. Could I tempt Ryan out of his clothes all together? Maybe I can can convince him to take a break and have a little adult fun. He was certainly young enough to be able to get the job done.

He was on the skinny side, but he did have great arms and an amazing chest and abs. How big was his cock? I did catch a glimpse of a bulge in his jeans, so he must be packing something substantial. These are just a few of the thoughts that were running through my mind.

I made one final attempt to get back into my Stephen King book and forget about trying to seduce the hot college boy painting upstairs. After about five minutes, I put down the book and made my way upstairs. So much for willpower.

I got upstairs and the hallway was all done. I walked into the guest bedroom and that too was all finished. I walked into the master bedroom and found Ryan. He was up on a ladder working on the corner of one wall. Before saying anything, I took a good look at his ass. It looked so damn perfect in those baggy jeans.

“How’s it coming,” I asked.
“Great,” he said, “I’ll be done soon.”
“Take your time,” I said, “No need to rush.”
“Got ya,” Ryan said.

I wasn’t even sure he noticed me beyond me being the lady who was going to pay him when he was done. I decided to be bold and go for it.

“You’re eighteen,” I asked.
“Yep,” he answered.
“You are in college, right,” I asked, making sure before I pursued this any further.
“Yeah, I’m in college,” he said, “That’s kinda the point of the business,” he said with a smile.
“So, do you have a girlfriend,” I asked.
“Yep,” he said as he took a glance down at me from the ladder.
“I’m sure you keep her happy,” I said, getting a little bolder.
“Yeah, no complaints,” he said while getting down from the ladder and touching up the rest of the wall with the roller in his hand.
“Make her scream,” I asked.
“Sometimes,” Ryan said while crouching down to take care of the trim.

I glanced at the waistband of his 2Xist briefs that was visible as his baggy jeans eased down while he was in a crouching position. As I starred at his amazing ass, I gave up all thoughts of being remotely coy.

“When’s the last time you took care of her,” I asked.
“You mean when did I last fuck her,” he asked while working on the trim.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Actually, this morning before I came over here,” he said, still focused on finishing up the trim.

I was surprised at how naturally he was answering my questions. I guess he was used to getting hit on. I wondered how many other housewives he fucked since doing this painting business.

“I’m surprised you managed to get over here so early then,” I said.

Ryan just laughed and eased his way over some to get the rest of the trim along the wall. He was now on his knees in a more comfortable position as he painted around an electrical outlet on the bottom of the wall.

“Don’t be modest,” I said, “If you got some skills, be proud of it.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t proud of my skills,” he said while still focusing on his work.
“Did you leave your girlfriend wanting more,” I asked in a further attempt to be as bold as I could get.
“Not really,” Ryan said.
“Took care of her needs, huh?”
“Pretty much”
“How many times you take care of her?”
“Twice this morning and five times last night,” Ryan said as he got up and adjusted his baggy jeans.
“I’m all done with the bedrooms and hallway,” Ryan said as he started putting his painting supplies back in the bucket.
“Alright then,” I said.
“I’ll stick around and wait for the paint to dry so I can put the stuff back,” he said.
“You know, you are really nice, but you don’t have to lie to impress me,” I said.
“Lie about what,” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“Come on. Five times last night? I’m sure you have skills, but nobody can fuck that much.”
“Believe what you want,” Ryan said as he flexed his arm while picking up the ladder in one hand and the bucket with the supplies in the other.
“I’m just gonna take this out to my truck,” he added.

This wasn’t going at all like I had planned. It’s not like I had ever tried to flirt with a young man like this before. Joe was good in bed. Plus I wasn’t trying to get laid for the sake of getting some dick. I did want to get some young seed inside of me and see if I could have a baby. I had my serious doubts anything was going to happen anyway since Ryan wasn’t taking the not-so-subtle hints. I decided to step up my efforts.

“I’ll just get the drop cloths and then I’ll put your furniture back in place,” Ryan said as he came back upstairs.
“Hey, wait,” I said, “I challenged your skills and you didn’t even say anything.”
“What do you want me to do? You’re gonna believe what you’re gonna believe,” he said.
“Is that how you act when somebody questions your skills in that area,” I said, in another effort to be bold.
“I know it’s not fuckin true, so what’s the big deal,” he said, clearly irritated.
“Alright, whatever you say. Put the furniture back and go then.”
“I can make you fuckin scream if I wanted to,” Ryan said as he picked up a bookcase and put it back in the corner.
“Make me scream with what? You think that tiny prick of yours can get the job done.”
“You have no fuckin idea what you’re talking about,” he said as he pushed the dresser back up against the wall.
“Fuckin prove it,” I said as he turned around with a noticeable bulge in his baggy jeans.
“You have no fuckin idea what you’re asking for,” he said with a cocky smile.
“You’re only 18 anyway,” I said in an effort to provoke him, “It’s not like you’re all the experienced anyway.”
“Here,” he said as he took off the t-shirt I gave him before, “Give this back to your fuckin husband.”
“Got no balls, I see,” I said as Ryan intensified his stare.
“I got more than you can fuckin handle,” he said, clearly irritated.
“You’re just a boy pretending to be a shit talking man,” I said.

Ryan didn’t say a word as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He turned around and spread his legs. I heard the sound of his zipper coming down as he let his baggy jeans slip past his ass. He turned around and let his jeans fall all the way to the floor. He stood in front of me in a pair of 2Xist briefs that were clearly stuffed to their limit..

“Yeah, right,” I said, trying not to act like I wasn’t horny as hell, “That’s probably a pair of socks in there. I’m sure that fools your little girlfriend, but I’m not falling for your little boy games.”

Ryan grabbed me and pulled me right up against his body. It was then that I realized that appearances can be deceiving. With a t-shirt on, he didn’t seem really muscular, but he clearly had eight-pack abs and a body that was obviously closer to all man rather than anything resembling a timid little boy. As he held me against his body, I could feel the throbbing bulge in his briefs.

I pulled back some and glanced down to see the outline of his circumcised mushroom head. My breathing increased as I slowly slid my index finger down his chest until I reached the waistband of his briefs. Ryan let out a gasp as I slipped my hand inside of his briefs and gently squeezed his plump young balls.

“Satisfied,” he said as sweat glistened on his chest and stomach.
“Not yet,” I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the bed with me.

The bed was still in the middle of the floor, but that wasn’t exactly a priority right now. Ryan immediately took control of the situation and positioned himself on top of me. He pulled my top off and unhooked my bra with very little effort. It wasn’t long before he pulled my white shorts. I was about to take my panties off when he pushed me down on the bed and used his teeth to perform the task.

At this point, his briefs were stretched to their limit. He got up on his knees and reached down into his briefs and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be close to 10-11 inches. It was nearly twice as big as what Joe had between his legs. I completely forgot that he was just eighteen. I was so amazed at his size that I just starred at him for a few seconds to take in the stunning beauty of his gorgeous young male body.

“You know how to use that thing,” I asked.

Just then, he reached over to get his jeans from the floor and pulled out an XXL condom from his front pocket. He quickly ripped it open and repositioned himself between my legs in a kneeling position. He was about to slide it on when I grabbed it out of his hands.

“Let me,” I said while licking my lips.

I did want him to fuck me raw, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that right now. He closed his eyes as I slid the rubber down his huge, thick shaft. After I was done, he quickly pulled his briefs off and threw them onto the floor and got on top of me.

Without saying a word, he rammed his condom-covered cock inside of me. Even with a rubber on, I could feel every inch of this throbbing cock inside of me. I had never been so stretched before. Ryan had a look of intense pleasure on his face as he struggled to ease his entire shaft into my tight pussy. I had been having sex for years, but I never had a cock this big inside of me before and it was evident by the way this young stallion was struggling to get every inch of his meat deep inside.

Once he manged to get his entire shaft inside of me, Ryan’s over-abundance of teen hormones took over. I let out a scream as he went from slowly easing every inch of his monster into me to frantically pound me with no mercy.

He was fucking me so hard that the bed starting moving from its spot in the middle of the floor where he had moved it earlier to do the painting. I couldn’t believe how a fucking 18 year old boy filled me up. My hands, which were on his back, found their way down to the tight, round bubble butt I admired when I first met him. He didn’t say a word as he continued to pump his huge cock inside of me.

I had half a dozen earth-shattered orgasms by the time he was ready to blow. His entire body was dripping with sweat as he gritted his teeth to force himself to hold back. After a few more deep thrusts, Ryan let out a loud moan and blasted a huge load into the XXL rubber that covered his young teenage dick. I had one more orgasm as he pumped out a few more streams of cum into already stretched condom.

“Don’t ever fuckin question my skills again babe,” Ryan said with a cocky smile as he got up off of me.
“Is that all you got,” I said, pretending not to be all that impressed.
“I’m gonna grab a shower and go,” he said without even looking at me.

He pulled the rubber off of his still-hard cock and tossed it in the bucket with the supplies. I have to admit that I was still horny as hell watching his naked body as he went to get a shower. He didn’t even ask me if he could use my shower. I would be pissed if I wasn’t so turned on. I took another good look at his sexy ass as he went to get a shower.

I decided that it was now or never as I went into the bathroom. I waited until I was sure that he was in the shower. I was still naked as I glanced over and saw that he was facing the other direction. I slipped into the other side of the shower. He had his eyes closed and was lathering up his body and didn’t even realize that I was right behind him. I lifted my hand and smacked his ass to get his attention.

“What the fuck.” he said.
“Exactly,” I said as I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock.

Ryan just closed his eyes as I took nearly all of his tool down my throat. I grabbed onto his sexy ass as I swallowed nearly all of his cock. I kept going until he was about to blow, then I slide my mouth off of his throbbing cock.

“Wha???,” was all he managed to say.
“Finish inside of me,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

Without hesitating, Ryan picked me up and pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved his hard cock back inside of my moist flesh. He was so horny at this point that he just went at it. He was about to pull out and shoot when I tightened my grip around him with my legs.

He tried again to pull out, but I distracted him by shoving my tongue down his throat. I dug my nails into his back as he thrust every inch of his cock inside of me. He was about to make another attempt to pull out when I grabbed his ass and shifted my weight to keep him inside of me. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t hold back his young seed anymore.

“Oh, fuck,” he shouted as he blew another huge load out of his pulsating cock.

I gave him a kiss with plenty of tongue as he eased his still-hard cock out and shot the rest of his load onto my stomach. He seemed pissed that I had made him cum inside me. He didn’t say anything, but the way he just turned off the water and got out of the shower without saying anything pretty much said it all. He wasn’t trying to be a daddy at eighteen.

He finished putting the furniture back and took the rest of the stuff back to his truck. He acted as if nothing had happened and said he’d be back tomorrow to do the downstairs and entertainment room. I just nodded as he waved at me before getting into his truck and leaving. I wondered if I had gotten enough of his young seed inside of me to get the job done.

The next day, Ryan came over bright and early to get the rest of the work done. I had talked to Joe some last night. I told him about the painter I hired. Well, I gave him the G-rated version anyway. He told me that he would be home on Tuesday. He was pleased that I was saving money. He had no idea about the extra service he had performed. I still wasn’t sure the young stud had done the deed, so I had some work of my own to get done that day.

It was another hot and humid day. I just finished getting a quick shower when there was a knock on the kitchen door. I knew that it had to be Ryan since company never dropped by this early. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tight top and went to answer the door.

I was still wet from my shower. When I opened the door and saw Ryan standing there in baggy jeans and a grey t-shirt, I was getting wet in other ways too. Yesterday at this time, I had only guessed what he had under those jeans. Today, I knew all too well what he was working with.

“Morning,” he said with the ladder in one hand and bucket of supplies in the other.
“Good morning,” I said, “It’s gonna be another hot one today.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“Take care of your girlfriend this morning again,” I said casually as he started setting up in the kitchen.
“Nope,” he said, “I took care of her last night.”
“I see,” I said while handing him a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Let me guess,” I said while glancing at his ass as he set up the ladder, “five times again.”
“Something like that” he said with a blank look on his face.
“I’m gonna finish the bathrooms upstairs and then do the living room and kitchen,” he said while grabbing the ladder in one hand and his bucket of supplies in the other.
“Alright,” I said.

I hesitated for a minute, then decided to go upstairs and deal whatever was going on with him. I had a good feeling that I knew what it was. He didn’t appreciate the fact that I made him cum inside of me. I got upstairs and Ryan was turned away from me and setting up inside the hall bathroom. He didn’t even notice that I was up there, so I playfully smacked his sexy ass through his jeans.

“Hey,” he said with a half-smile.

He went back to pouring the paint. I let him finish that and then I grabbed his arm.

“What,” he said sharply.
“What’s up with you,” i asked.
“Nothing.”
“I’m on the pill if that’s what’s worrying you,” I said, still holding onto his arm and feeling his biceps at the same time.
“Didn’t you like what we did yesterday,” I asked further.
“Yeah, that’s not it,” he said, finally breaking his silence.
“What then,” I asked.
“A few months ago, my girlfriend thought she was pregnant after we fucked without a rubber a few nights in a row.