The work day ends, and Sarah heads to the important task at hand

With her mind of what was to come, Sarah's work day passed by relatively quickly, and after that she just had to wait for eight pm. She filled her time by focusing on her office hours, helping the few students who came in, then working on grading assignments.

As the time she was waiting for approached, she used her phone to call up an on-demand driver, entering in the address that Professor Waxly gave her. A short ride later, and she found herself at a motel, one not quite upscale but nice enough that she wasn't worried for her safety on the premises. Walking up to the front office window, Sarah asked the woman there, "Hello, I'm supposed to be going to Mr. Waxly's room, did he-"

Before she could finish asking the question, the worker was already passing her a key card. "It's room 112. Down that way, first floor." From the tone of her voice, she seemed to want the interaction done as soon as possible, and didn't want to know more about what Sarah was doing with this man.

Well, it wasn't as if she was married, not really. Reality had changed, that wasn't the case for another four hours. Heading to the room, she used the keycard and entered to find Waxly laying on the bed, before scrutinizing her. "You came, good." Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Waxley undid his slacks and pulled them down, his underwear too, revealing his cock. "Get to work, and I'll get you what you want."

The older man's cock was...unimpressive. It was even smaller than Tom's, and certainly didn't look appealing. Too wrinkly, and the white pubic hair around it wasn't exactly arousing.

But Sarah wasn't here because she thought this old man was hot. No, far from it. She was here to do what the wish made her want to do: to get what she deserved. So she happily knelt in front of the man, let him run his knobby fingers into her hair, and sucked him off for all she was worth.

Her new life, the life that felt so much more real to her, gave her the skills to back up her desires. She was so much better at blowjobs now than she'd been as a boring housewife. She did all the work, of course. Sucking Waxly's cock, titfucking it, riding it. The fucker didn't even ask her if she was on the pill, just slipped in with no protection. Of course, she was on birth control, but still.

That didn't matter. The boring, lame sex was spiced up by the context. This was, in its own way, a middle finger to Tom, and a middle finger to the woman she'd been. Thanks to the other wish made previously, after this she'd never really be the same again. Sarah was corrupting her, and that was hot as fuck.

The sex only lasted half an hour, after which she got a written agreement from the professor on exactly what he'd do for her. They shook hands, and both left. Instead of calling a rideshare again, Sarah decided to have a little extra fun, and after getting dressed alone in the motel room, she called Tom. "Hey, I need a ride home."