At home in the morning

You wake up next to a hunky young man, who is totally nude and still snoring. You blink and yawn groggily, rubbing your face. It takes a moment to recognize him, but you remember this man is one of your students. You hate to play favorites, but you just couldn’t say no when he asked to follow you home yesterday.

His morning wood stands up tall and very enticing in the morning light, but you check the clock and you’re already running late for work - and he, late for class. In the kitchen you hear your husband and maid.

You realize the sounds from the kitchen are your husband and the maid fucking.