Secrets Between Me and My Son's Hot Classmate

My husband had lost interest in me for many years.

My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband.

However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

In the evening, I was in the shower. All I could think of was the muscular body of a man.

I touched myself and felt the desires building up inside of me. The more I thought about it, the more empty I felt inside.

The most embarrassing thing was that the man I was thinking about, was my son's classmate, Jason Rane. He worked part-time at our garage.

I started having those thoughts earlier in the day when I saw Jason taking off his top and working half-naked.

I could see his strong and powerful muscles clearly.

The sight made me blush and ignited my desires. I found an excuse to tell him off and told him to put his clothes back on.

What I didn't expect was that he told me that he was a young man and his desires would cause him to feel hot very easily.

Even my husband sided with him and said that he was the same when he was Jason's age.

'When my husband was young...'

Such a thought made me sigh. My husband had been very good in bed before. He would want me a couple times in bed every week.

With that thought in mind, I immediately went online, bought a lingerie, and asked for it to be delivered on the same day. I changed into the lingerie and hugged my husband from behind. I could feel my husband's body stiffen immediately.

"Honey, we haven't made out for quite a while. My desires are killing me."

I could hear my husband swallow.

"Honey, please satisfy me tonight."

It was probably because I was in a lingerie that I became bolder. When I felt that my husband was getting hard, I immediately sat on top of him.

What I didn't expect was that he pushed me away. "We've been married for so long, there's no need for this. I've still got to go to work tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep."

After that, he turned around and went to sleep.

A second later, he was already snoring.

I lay beside my husband, feeling disappointed. I helplessly went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I couldn't help but start touching myself. But no matter what I did, I still couldn't feel fully satisfied. It didn't help with the emptiness I felt within. It seemed that I was in desperate need of a man to satisfy me. It was a pity that my husband was no longer able to satisfy me.

I went to the garage with a dark face the following day due to the fact that I wasn't satisfied the previous night.

During work, my gaze couldn't help but follow Jason around.

Looking at his well-built figure, I imagined myself being in his