Chapter 7

I didn’t tell him anything. I gave him his blowjob, I felt him fuck me, but I didn’t admit a thing to the little bastard. He thinks he knows me but he is wrong, I am not a whore to him or any of the others. I did this today to avoid public humiliation and protect my husband and family. When he told me I could clean up I went to the stall and puked. His words made me sick not the spunk I had swallowed. I am nobody’s whore and kept repeating it in my head, I am nobody’s fucking whore.

I wasn’t as lucky today; my husband was in the front hall when I got home. He hugged me and I cringed for a second forgetting who he was. He asked if I was okay and what happened to my hair, it was a mess and felt sticky. I almost died knowing what he was feeling. I lied and said some BS about a science experiment going wrong and he bought it. I went right to the shower to clean the residue of my students off and out of my body. I used the shower head to cause pain inside my pussy trying to erase any remaining evidence of that fucking punt asshole and his squirmy pet.

After I douched myself clean, I threw on a long nightshirt, I was not leaving my living room tonight and ordered take-out for dinner. My husband sat next to me and unlike him was getting frisky so early in the night. He loved my tits and was caressing them. I couldn’t tell him no; I never have before and as much as I wanted him to stop, I let him have his fun. He asked if we could go upstairs now for some excitement and took me by my hand. Again, I can’t refuse my husband his needs.