I felt a sensation between my legs. I opened my eyes and saw something moving under the sheet. My husband wasn't next to me. It had to be him.
I laid back and enjoyed his tongue on my clit. When he included his fingers, I started moaning. Just when I was about to cum, he stopped. His head appeared from inside the sheet.
''Morning beauty.''
''Hey.'' I said.
He climbed on me and gave me a long and passionate kiss. Then I felt his cock sliding into my vagina.
Although it wasn't Nick, my husband was still above average.
''Oh god.'' I cried out.
He smiled and carried on thrusting.
''Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck me hard like your little slut.''
''Honey? Where's this coming from?''
''Tell me I'm your whore.''
He hesitated.
''You like this? You like it, you dirty slut? You like my cock in your cunt?''
''Yeeeeees,'' I scream out.
''Do you like me fucking you? You bitch. Beg for it.''
''Yes. Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder.'' I begged.
He picked up his pace and started fucking me harder, and I felt an orgasm coming.
''Oh god. I'm gonna cum.'' I cried out.
''Yes. Cum for me slut.''
''Oh goooood.'' I came.
He pulled out, and I got on my knees. I took my husband's cock in my still-sore mouth. His cock was above average, but compared to Nick, he was small, and it was easy for me to suck him and take him completely.
I started sucking and licking his balls while stroking him.
''Oh god. Jen. You're sucking so good. Yeeees.''
When he called me Jen, I remembered Nick. I felt a bit embarrassed and guilty, but at the same time, it was hot and horny that my husband didn't know anything about me fucking my black student. He had no idea what a whore I am.
''You like it, huh?'' I grinned.
''Yeah.''
''And what about this?''
I swallowed his whole cock and started deep-throating it.
It was much easier than to suck Nick's cock. I could deep-throat my husband without a problem.
I was slurping on it, and the saliva was all over my face and chest.
''Oh, fuck. Honey, I'm... I'm gonna cum.''
I was still bobbing my head on his cock when he came.
I felt three sprangs of cum hit my throat. I swallowed it all. It wasn't even half of what Nick could produce.
''Wow. Honey, what has gotten into you?''
''I've had some fantasies lately.''
''You didn't tell me.''
''Well, you weren't here. I had settle for fantasies.''
''I'm sorry, I know. But don't worry, I will have some work-life balance from now on. I'll be home more.''
I smiled.
''I'll make a breakfast.''
''That would be great.''
I walked into the bathroom, and at that moment, I realized that I still got the buttplug in me.
Did he notice? Why wouldn't he say anything?
Maybe he didn't notice. I turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror.
I had to spread my ass cheeks to actually see the buttplug.
He couldn't notice it. I felt relief.
I squatted and tried to pull the buttplug out. It wouldn't go. I tried again, but still nothing.
I relaxed and slowly started pulling it out.
It hurt a bit, and after a while, I heard a pop.
It was out.
I tried to fit in a finger. Then two and even three. I could never imagine this, but for Nick, it was still not enough. I wondered if I would ever be stretched enough to fit Nick.
I lubed the buttplug and my hole and pushed it back in. Easily.
I got dressed and didn't forget not to wear a bra and panties.
When I sat to have breakfast with my husband, I felt the buttplug. With every move, I felt it.
I left the same with my husband, which was a weird thing.
On my way to school, my heart was racing. I was excited and terrified at the same time of facing Nick.
When I walked into the class, I felt like all the boys were looking at me.
Oh my god. Did Nick tell them? Did he show them the pictures? Or do they look at me like this every time, and was I just that clueless?
I mean, after all, I'm not wearing any bra. I'm pretty sure they can tell.
Even though I like to show myself off, I always wear a bra, except today.
I felt embarrassed, but also it was really hot.
Oh my god. I'm such a horrible person. Do I crave those boys? Do I want them to fuck me like Nick did?
What the hell is wrong with me?
The bell snapped me out of it.
The class started.