All the characters are 18+.
My husband used to work for a firm that created a new office in Africa, and we moved to Africa from a European nation. The city we relocated to isn't as horrible as the prior one. Still, the people around here are new, and we lost every friend we had. Back in Europe, I was a happy housewife, but now I feel so alone.
After another orgasmless month where my husband could manage an erection only two times a month, I got exhausted. I knew then that Edie wasn't particularly well endowed. My recent explorations on the internet had exposed me to male genitalia that had made me gasp. His 4 thin inches increasingly seemed inadequate to my needs. At night, he pushed his penis into me, and his premature ejaculation again prevented me from having any chance at having the orgasm I yearned for.
"Hey, honey, do you mind if I go back to the teaching profession? I have nothing to do here; I have no family, no friends. I can't take it anymore."
"That's a good idea. You spend all day alone in this big house. So do you want me to talk to someone? "
"No, honey. Finding jobs is work too, and it's entertaining when someone takes care of you. " The next day, I sent my CV to some schools and colleges near my house. A college called me for an interview, and they'll be happy to have me as their English Literature teacher. I didn't wait a single second to give the happy news to my husband. "Babe, I got a job at X college, and they're paying me handsomely."
"College! Big kid, big trouble. Are you sure you are up for this? "
"It's better than an underage teenage kid." That night, I had good sex. There was still no orgasm from his dick, but I was happy all the time. The first day at college as a teacher was great. I enjoyed every moment. Students weren't just big, but also hung, tall, and had lots of muscle like European national black basketball players.
There was an irregular student but with a good result in my class. I started digging about him and found out there was some juicy gossip that he was the ladies' man and that something big lived inside his pants. I told him to talk to me during my consulting time the day, I found him in my class.
"May I come in, Mam?"
"It's Mrs. Page. So, you don't like me, right? That's why you didn't show up to most of the classes. "
"No, Mrs. Page. I found you very hot... I mean attractive and pretty. You are a gorgeous woman. "
"OOO, now you found your teacher hot, and you showed up sometimes to check me out! Is that your story, or is there something else? "
We talked for a while and found out his problem. Then, I invite Tyron to my place for dinner. We three were enjoying the evening with little talk. But my husband was a little interested in Tyron's love life. I understand those days when we were in college. Edie could fuck me every day and satisfy me.
"So, Tyron, do you have a girlfriend?" my husband asked dramatically.
"I'm seeing some girls, but nothing serious," Tyron replied. "I mean, the girls are seeing me."
My husband said, "Wow, girls? You must be a playboy."
"Are you looking for tips now, Honey?"
"Babe, no, I was just playing with him," Edie replied.
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Tyron, you should give him some tips. "Who knows? Maybe there is something he can use on the bed, "I muttered to myself. I didn't want them to listen, but I was too frustrated about my sex life. Tyron heard and started checking me out like he was measuring my body. For a long time, men didn't give me that look. It was tingling my woman's wood.
Tyron suddenly placed his hands on my thigh as we sat at the dining table. Tyron sits on my left, while Edie sits to my right. I wanted to move Tyron's hand, but his hand wasn't doing anything. Tyron took it as a signal, pulled up my knee-high skirt, and put his hand on my bare thigh. This time I was damn sure that he was going for my pussy, but he didn't do anything. We were talking about college life after that.
That night, I was so horny after Tyron's hand touched me. I ride Edie until his small dick cums two times, and he goes limp. Still, I wasn't satisfied. I needed more in my sex life. The relocation to Africa may have been the final impetus I required to break free and realize my actual sexual identity.
The next day, Tyron was very attentive to my girl's parts in the class. After the class hour, Tyron came to my office. We started discussing his project and showing him the project while he put his hand behind my chair. Tyron took another step as I proceeded to explain. He grabbed my upper ass area. "What are you doing?"