I know better than to look back, at my husband, my man, my lord, my master. I still can feel his seed inside me, my body still tingles from his touch. I know he’s staring lustfully at my big butt, so perfectly presented in my yoga tights. And that’s all it takes, that and a little eye contact, for him to beckon me back to our bed, where he lies like a king, his magnificent cock already rigid and rising from the sheets. And class be damned, I come. I come to him, always. I come for him, always. So he can cum in me, claiming me, breeding me.