My Student's Private Lesson: My Husband Was Watching

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Ah... gentler, my husband is calling.

My cheeks flushed red as I grabbed my phone to accept the video call.

On the screen, my husband stared blankly at me, barking out orders one by one, completely oblivious to the fact that just out of the frame, a young man's head was burying itself between my thighs, relentlessly rubbing against me.

My name is Sienna. I'm a private, in-home piano tutor, and a thirty-something married woman with an insatiable appetite.

My husband, Julian, was well-endowed, but age had caught up with him. He could no longer satisfy me like he used to, leaving me feeling emptier by the day.

At first, the craving only hit me at night. But gradually, even during the day, I felt a desperate urge to be filled.

To soothe the constant ache, I started wearing a pearl-strand G-string. The friction as I walked provided a temporary, teasing relief, but I knew it was far from enough.

When I was younger, Julian and I had played some wild games. My body had been wired for maximum sensitivity; the more stimulation I got, the more I craved. Now, starved of that pleasure, how could I hold back?

Especially since my newest student was a hot-blooded, twenty-year-old college student. He was over six feet tall, insanely handsome, and a total gym rat. Every time I arrived for our lessons, he would walk out of his home gym, glistening and shirtless.

The sheer force of his testosterone made my head spin. My mind would instantly run wild, imagining pinching his hard nipples, ripping off his gym shorts, and riding him into oblivion.

His name was Ethan.

Today, when I arrived at his family's mansion, he seemed to be in a terrible mood. I leaned over him from behind, guiding his hands on the keys, but he was completely distracted, hitting one wrong note after another.

Honestly, I wasn't focused either.

He was completely shirtless, sweat dripping down his bronzed skin. A wave of heat radiated off him, carrying a heavy, masculine scent that went straight to my head.

As I leaned down to guide him, I had a perfect view of his chest muscles, pumped up from his workout.

I wanted so badly to press my tongue against them.

The thought consumed me.

*Bang!*

Ethan suddenly slammed his hand down on a heavy chord and stood up abruptly.

The sudden movement startled me, and my chest bumped right into his hard back muscles.

It didn't hurt. Instead, a jolt of electric pleasure shot straight through me.

My heart raced, but I forced myself to play the concerned tutor. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just broke up with my girlfriend, and my head's a mess. Look, Sienna, why don't you take a break? I'll go back to the gym and hit the punching bag for a bit to clear my head. Once I calm down, we'll resume. I'll pay you double your hourly rate for the wait," Ethan said, his tone polite but strained.

Of course, I didn't refuse.

Once he retreated to the gym, I sat down where he had just been. Thinking about our brief physical contact, my body began to burn.

I couldn't help but wonder what his ex-girlfriend had been thinking. How could anyone dump a guy who looked this incredibly capable in bed?

My mind wandered back to the accidental glance Id caught of his sweatpants earlier. The massive bulge there... it could definitely fill me up, couldn't it?

I could barely sit still. Since the mansion was empty, I began to slowly rub my thighs together under the piano.

But it was like trying to put out a forest fire with a cup of water.

I pulled out my phone and sent a Snapchat message to Julian: *[Babe, I want you right now.]*

Julian replied almost instantly.

*[Wow, you're getting turned on while tutoring? You slut.]*

I replied: *[Can you blame me? You're the one who trained me this way.]*

Julian must have gotten busy because he didn't text back. The brief tease only left my desires hanging in mid-air.

Hearing the heavy, powerful grunts echoing from the home gym, I could no longer suppress the fire raging inside me. Grabbing my phone, I slipped into the guest bathroom.

To my dismay, the bathroom door was broken and wouldn't lock.

I hesitated, but then I realized this was the guest bathroom on the main floor. The family rarely used it.

Driven by sheer, burning lust, I sat down on the toilet and pulled up my skirt.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing it in my student's house, but it didn't take long for me to become soaking wet. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and began to touch myself frantically, drowning in the intense pleasure.

Halfway through, I vaguely heard the sound of a door creaking open. But I was too close to the edge, too lost in the tingling ecstasy to care.

In my mind, I could smell Ethan's sweat. I pictured his muscular body pressing down on me, my hands tracing his chest as sweat dripped down with every thrust.

I couldn't help but moan his name out loud.

"Ah... do it harder... Ethan, you're so good... ah..."

After a wave of violent spasms, I slumped back against the toilet tank, completely breathless, and slowly opened my hazy eyes.

The head rush was so intense it took me a few seconds to realize someone was standing in the doorway.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, staring at me with wide, unblinking eyes.

"Ah!"

I let out a sharp gasp, realizing the person standing there was the very boy I had been fantasizing aboutEthan.

I snatched my hand away and yanked my skirt down, my mind spinning into complete chaos. I had no idea how to face my student.

"How... how did you get in?!"

Ethan snapped out of his daze, the tips of his ears flushing a deep crimson. He offered a clumsy explanation. "I came out of the gym and couldn't find you. Then I heard... strange noises coming from here..."

Hearing this, my face burned so hot I couldn't even look him in the eye.

Fantasizing about my student, moaning his name, and getting caught in the actI wished the floor would swallow me whole.

"Go back out. I'll be right there to start the lesson."

Ethan gave a low murmur of assent, but he didn't seem to want to leave.

I peeked up at him, and what I saw made my jaw drop.

The massive bulge stretching his gray sweatpants was absolutely staggering. If that thing were inside me...

Wait! Was he hard?

I instinctively looked up, and my eyes locked with Ethan's.

He caught me staring at his crotch. His face turned bright red, and he quickly averted his gaze and walked away.

I washed my hands in a hurry. Seeing my trembling, flushed face in the mirror, my heart hammered.

I couldn't help but wonder: did he get that hard just from watching me touch myself?

The thought sent another wave of heat straight to my lower abdomen. I rubbed my thighs together uncomfortably, cursed myself for being so shameless, and forced those dirty thoughts out of my head before stepping out.

Ethan was already sitting at the piano. He was still shirtless, glistening with sweat.

I walked over, trying my best to sound professional. "Play the piece I taught you last time."

"Okay."

Ethan didn't look at me. With red ears, he kept his head down and began to play.

I frowned. "You hit several wrong notes. You usually don't make these mistakes. Are you still distracted?"

Remembering he had just gone through a breakup, I softened my tone.

"It's fine. Let me guide you through it again."

I leaned down, pressing my body against his back so I could reach around and cover his hands with mine.

"Keep your fingers relaxed. Let me guide them. Pay attention."

"...Okay," Ethan whispered, his voice incredibly husky.

As I guided his hands, I noticed he was sweating even more. The heat from his body seeped through my thin dress, making it damp. My 36D breasts were pressed tightly against his back, nearly bursting out of my bra.

"Why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling alright?" I instinctively reached up to touch his forehead.

Ethans eyes were slightly bloodshot. "Sienna," he rasped. "I'm hurting."

"Where does it hurt?"

Ethan suddenly grabbed my hand, stood up, and pressed my palm flat against his sweatpants.

My eyes widened. It was so big...

"Right here. Ever since I saw you in the bathroom, it won't calm down."