Stay the night

Despite the fact that you don’t have a change of clothes, you decide to stay the night. The excitement of what has happened and the promise of what the next few days will bring makes you want to stick around and soak up as much of it as possible. Besides, it’s hardly the first time you’ve had to go to class wearing the same clothes as the day before because you didn’t make it back home. You tell Mrs. Clark that you will spend the night, and she manages to disengage her mouth from her husband’s long enough to give you some instructions about where to find your room.

You bundle up the clothing you have discarded around the room. As you make your way up the stairs, you hear Professor Clark’s moans, signaling that his wife has shifted her focus from his lips to his cock. You look over your shoulder and see her head buried between his legs. Professor Clark has a look of bliss on his face, but his eyes are clearly following you as you climb the stairs. Even from this distance, you can tell that he is focused on your bare ass.

You find your room at the top of the stairs. It is quite nice. It is certainly decorated more fashionably than your dorm room or your bedroom at home. Instead of erotic pictures of men and women, there are framed, tasteful reproductions of renaissance paintings. You look at the bed, wondering about all of your predecessors — fellow college students, who have been retained to “help” Mrs. Clark. How much sleeping has actually taken place on this mattress, given what you have come to learn about the horny MILF who has just drained your balls twice.

As if on cue, you hear Mrs. Clark’s voice from downstairs. “OH CHARLES! YES!!!! Shove that massive cock all the way in! Ohhhh.... I’m ......”

Yes.... That’s definitely the kind of wife you’d like to have someday. You chuckle, thinking, “What am I saying, that is the kind of wife I just had!”

Without bothering to put on any clothes, you pull back the blankets and lay down on the bed, listening to the lustful sounds of the rutting couple. You keep your bedroom door open, so you don’t miss any details. Your cock is rock hard, and you stroke it as you listen, trying to picture everything that is happening one floor below you. You also fantasize about what is going to be taking place in the days to come.

After an interminable time, the noises below subside. Whether this means they are done for the night or are just regaining their strength, it is impossible to tell. Given what you know about Professor Clark’s schedule, even if they go to sleep now, he’s not getting more than a couple of hours of sleep. You wonder if that’s the main reason they hire guys like you — just so he can get enough sleep to be able to teach his classes.

You yawn and stretch. Speaking of sleep, you probably should get some yourself.