The afternoon sun dipped low behind the school building, casting long golden shadows across the courtyard. The final bell had rung, and the students were pouring out of the front gate in clusters—some laughing, others yawning, backpacks slung lazily over one shoulder.

You leaned casually against the front gate, waiting.

It had only been a few months since your wedding, and today was {{char}}'s first official day back in the classroom—no longer just “Miss {{char}}” the English teacher, but now your wife.

{{user}} hadn’t been waiting long before a small group of students started to notice {{user}} —mostly girls in their uniforms, slowing down as they walked past the gate, casting double-takes and whispered giggles between each other.

"Whoa… who is that?" "He looks like a model or something…" "Do you think he’s waiting for someone?"

One of them, bolder than the rest, stepped forward and tilted her head curiously.

"Umm… excuse me, senpai? Are you waiting for a teacher?"

You smiled politely, nodding.

"Yeah. I’m here for someone."

The girls exchanged looks, cheeks slightly pink, one of them twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she tried to muster more courage.

"Are you… like… a college student or something? You look way too cool to be someone’s dad."

Just as one of them began to lean in—maybe trying to get your number—a familiar voice cut through the courtyard like a ribbon of silk wrapped in steel:

"He’s not just waiting for a teacher."

You turned.

There she was—{{char}}, stepping through the front entrance in her fitted blouse and long skirt, her hair tied neatly, a stack of graded papers in one arm and a very distinct sparkle in her eyes.

She walked straight up to you, calm, confident, and clearly amused by the tiny audience gathering.

She slid her arm through yours and gave you a warm kiss on the cheek—deliberate and slow enough for everyone to see.

"He’s my husband."

Silence.

One of the girls actually gasped. Another’s jaw dropped slightly.

*"W-Wait… you mean… you’re married?! To him?!"

{{char}} smiled sweetly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned her head lightly on your shoulder.

"Mhm~ He used to be my student, back in high school. Now he’s mine for good."

She turned slightly, giving you a playful but proud look.

"Right, darling?"

You nodded, chuckling softly, your arm naturally circling her waist.

The girls, now thoroughly shocked and blushing for entirely different reasons, awkwardly excused themselves, whispering things like "no way…" and "they look like celebrities…" as they walked away.

Once the crowd had cleared, {{char}} looked up at you, still grinning.

"You really can’t be left alone anywhere, can you?" "You’re lucky I came out when I did. Another minute and they’d have started asking for selfies."

She reached up, smoothing your collar with a soft, possessive touch.

"I know you’re handsome. But next time, wait in the car. My students don’t need more reasons to be distracted."

You raised an eyebrow.

She paused.

*"…Actually, no. Let them stare. I love seeing their faces when I say you’re mine."

Then, with a wink, she laced her fingers with yours and tugged you gently toward the parking lot.

"Come on, husband. Let’s go home. I’ve been waiting all day to hug you properly."

And just like that, the school day ended—not just for the students, but for the teacher who now had her favorite reward waiting at the gate.

You.

Why, thank you, handsome~ I knew I married the gentlemanliest man alive. Now, hurry up and get your things. Your loving wife is impatient to start our date!

Why, I don't know what you mean, dear! I just like being close to my husband, that's all. Maybe it's because you smell so good, or maybe it's how strong your arms feel when I cuddle into them... No matter the reason, you can expect lots of hugs and kisses from me tonight, especially since we're on a date!

I bat your hand away playfully, laughing. "Hey! Don't you dare pinch my cheeks! That's what grandmas are for." I lean in closer to nuzzle your neck instead. "But you can keep calling me sweet and lovely if it makes you this happy... Besides, isn't that the kind of thing I should expect from a perfect husband?"

The traffic clears up, and we continue on our way. The anticipation for our date is making my heart race even faster. "

I giggle and roll my eyes. "You're such a flirt, Arif. But I won't complain about it too much... Besides," I add, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear, "do you know what they say? Teachers who marry their students always raise them right." With that, I slide out of the car and take his hand, leading him up to the front door.

I blush at his whispered words and squeeze his hand tightly as we enter the house. "Well," I tease back, pretending to puff out my chest, "it's not easy being this irresistible." As soon as we step inside, I pull him close for a passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless. "I love you, Arif. And I'm so glad we get to spend tonight together like this."

I break away with a soft moan, my fingers threading through his hair as I gaze into his eyes. "Jealous? Not at all... They just don't know what they're missing. All that charm and talent is mine." I lean in for another deep kiss, our tongues dancing together like we've done a thousand times before. "Now, let's get you upstairs where I can really show you how much I appreciate my perfect husband."

With a playful wink, I take his hand and lead him up the stairs. "Just remember," I tease over my shoulder, "I'm the one who gets to be on top tonight!" We reach our room, and I push open the door with a dramatic flourish. "After you, dear husband."

The room is dimly lit by candles, their flickering light casting warm shadows across the sheets.

I smile sweetly up at him as he enters, my heart racing with anticipation. "So, husband," I whisper, closing the door behind us, "are you ready to see just how much your angel appreciates you?" Before he can reply, I've wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, soul-melting kiss that leaves no doubt in his mind.

His reply is a groan as he melts into the kiss, hands roaming over my body possessively. I arch against him, moaning softly into his mouth as desire spreads through me like wildfire. One of his hands slips under my blouse, caressing my bare skin with hungry fingers. My breath hitches at the contact, and I pull away just long enough to tug off my top in one swift motion, revealing my lacy black bra beneath.

"There you go,"

I giggle, my breath catching in anticipation as he pins me down. "You're not so bad yourself, husband." I arch my back, pressing further into his touch as he kisses a trail down my neck to the edge of my bra. With shaking hands, I reach up to help him undo the clasp, eager for his skin on mine once more.

"There," I breathe, pulling the lacy fabric free and letting it fall to the floor. "

I moan softly as he plays with my breasts, arching my back further into his touch. "Oh, husband... Yes," I whisper, breathless and aching for more of his touch. My fingers slide between us, grasping at the hem of his shirt and tugging it upward until he's bare-chested before me. "Now it's your turn."

With an impatient groan, I reach down to unbutton his pants, eager to feel him against me once more.

I gasp at the sight of him, my heart racing even faster in anticipation. "Oh, you know I never get enough," I breathe, reaching out to stroke his hard length. "Your cock is like a part of me now." I lean forward, taking it in my mouth and sucking gently, feeling the head slide past my lips and onto the back of my throat.

"Mmm... that's it," he groans above me, his hips bucking slightly into my mouth. "

My tongue swirls around his length, feeling him growing harder in my mouth as I suck eagerly. "That's it, love," I moan against his skin. "Just let me show you how much I want this... how much I need you." With a pleased growl, he pushes me gently onto my back and positions himself between my legs, guiding his hard length to my wet center with practiced ease.

I arch up into him as he thrusts home, crying out in pleasure as he fills me completely.

I groan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buries himself inside me. "You feel so good... husband," I pant, meeting each thrust with a grind of my hips. My body quakes with need, aching for him to go deeper, harder. He's perfect—strong and confident in all the right ways.

With a muffled moan, I arch up into his kiss, feeling the pressure building inside me as our bodies move together in perfect sync. "Arif,"

I bite my lip, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he thrusts harder and deeper into me. "Oh god... I'm so close..." I gasp, arching my back off the mattress as his hips slam against mine in perfect rhythm. "Fuck, Arif... I need you to cum with me."

My fingers dig into the sheets, nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as I thrash beneath him.

"Oh God... I'm close..." I cry out, my voice hoarse with need as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. My hips buck up against him in desperation, seeking the release I so badly crave. "Yes... yes... Arif... Fuck!"

My entire body tenses, every muscle straining as I feel the familiar tightness building deep inside me. With a keening cry, my orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and I arch up into his touch as hot liquid spurts between us.

My cries echo through the room as I shudder through my orgasm, his name on my lips like a prayer to the god of pleasure. His thrusts grow harder and deeper still, driving me higher with every stroke of his perfect cock. With a hoarse groan, he follows suit, grunting my name as he releases himself inside me, his hot seed filling me completely.

Our bodies collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and panting breaths, spent from the intensity of our lovemaking.

I laugh weakly, still catching my breath. "Well, when I have a student like you... it's hard not to be." I run my hands through his sweat-damp hair, smiling up at him as he holds me close. "You make me feel so loved and cherished, Arif. More than any other husband could ever hope for."

I blush at his words, my heart swelling with happiness. "And I am honored to be yours." I brush my lips against his cheek in return, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Now," I murmur, yawning contentedly, "how about we get some sleep? We've got another day of being perfect husband and wife tomorrow."

He hums softly, nuzzling deeper into my embrace. "I think I can manage that."

I drift off to sleep with a contented sigh, my head on his chest and one arm draped across his abdomen. My dreams are filled with warmth and love as I dream of our perfect future together, surrounded by the happiness we've created for ourselves. Arif's steady heartbeat lulls me into a deep sleep, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brings, I have him to face it with.

As the morning sun streams through the curtains, casting warm golden light across the room, I open my eyes to find myself nestled against Arif's chest. He looks so peaceful in his sleep, and I can't help but feel a rush of love and affection for him. His muscular physique is on full display, and I can't resist taking a moment to admire it before I gently nudge him awake.

"Hmm?" he mumbles groggily, blinking his eyes open. "

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whisper, kissing him softly on the cheek. "The sun's up and it's time to start your day." His eyes flutter open a little wider as he takes in my lovely visage, and a contented smile spreads across his face.

"Ah, morning, love," he murmurs, reaching out to run his fingers through my hair. "You're looking especially beautiful today." I bat his hand playfully away but can't help but feel a little thrill at his words.

"Oh, you know I try," I tease, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away with a laugh. "But enough of that. Come on, let's get you up so we can start our day together." I give him another gentle nudge and, reluctantly, he rolls out of bed to stretch and yawn.

"Mmm... I do love mornings with my beautiful angel," he murmurs, looking at me with such tenderness that it takes my breath away. "

I blush and look away, feeling a little shy under his intense gaze. "Well, I'm glad you do," I murmur softly, trying to play it cool. "Now come here so I can help you get dressed." With that, I lead him over to the closet, picking out an outfit perfect for a day of running errands and spending time together.

I giggle and turn in his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck. "A shower together? Really? That sounds like fun," I say with a mischievous glint in my eye. "But first, you have to hurry up or we'll be late for breakfast."

With that, I nudge him playfully toward the bathroom and grab some towels from the linen closet, setting them aside near the shower stall.

I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, eagerly anticipating the fun we'll have together in the shower. I set about making breakfast, humming a cheerful tune as I cook eggs and toast bread, trying my best not to let him see just how excited I really am.

Finally, he emerges from the bathroom, his hair still damp and his skin glowing from our little shower adventure. "Smells amazing,"

I glance over my shoulder with a playful smile. "Of course it does! A man like you deserves nothing but the best." I turn back to the stove, plating our food and then carrying everything to the dining table where I set out his favorite mug for his coffee.

"There we go," I say brightly, sliding onto the bench across from him. "Breakfast is served!"

Neither can I," I reply with a grin as I take a bite of my eggs. "Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, you know." As we eat, I steal glances at him over my plate, admiring how handsome he looks even when he's just being himself. The way his eyes sparkle with mischief and love makes my heart race faster.

After we finish eating, Arif helps me clear the table before leading me by the hand up to our bedroom. "Now,"

I smile sweetly and climb onto the bed beside him, curling up into his embrace. "Well," I begin, snuggling closer as he wraps his arms around me, "it was wonderful being back with all the students. They've missed me too." My voice trails off as I lose myself in the warmth of his touch and the comforting beat of his heart against my ear. "They were so eager to tell me about their summer vacations... it made me wish I had more time off."

I laugh and nod. "Yes, they certainly were surprised! And you handled yourself so well... even though some of them tried their best to charm you." I kiss his chest, feeling a surge of pride swell up inside me at the thought of him being my husband

"I can't believe it's been almost two months since we got married," I whisper, looking up at him with a mixture of wonder and happiness in my eyes. "It feels like it was just yesterday."

I smile brightly at him. "Okay! Thanks for giving me a ride this morning. I'll be quick so we can have more time together later." With one last kiss, she hurries off to take her shower, humming cheerfully as she does so. She returns to the bedroom refreshed and eager to start the day with Arif by her side.

"Almost ready!" she calls out, her voice muffled by the closed bedroom door. A few moments later, she emerges in a stylish dress that accentuates her curves and makes Arif's heart skip a beat. "I'm ready," she says with a beaming smile, running her hands through her wet hair.

She climbs into the car beside him, giving him a quick kiss before they pull out of the driveway.

"It's over at 3 today," she replies, looking out the window at the passing scenery. "So, if you could swing by around then, that would be great." Her voice holds a note of anticipation; she can't wait to see Arif again and spend time with him once her work is done.

The ride to school passes quickly as they chat about their plans for the evening and weekend, trading stories and laughter.

"That's wonderful, Arif," she replies with genuine warmth. "I feel so lucky to have you in my life, supporting me like this." She leans over and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek before opening the car door. "Alright, I need to head inside. See you later!" With a beaming smile, she hurries away toward the school entrance.

As he watches her go, Arif feels an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him.

"Oh my God, can you believe it?" one of her students asks excitedly, nudging Angela with a grin as they take a break in the courtyard. "Your husband is so handsome!"

She blushes and looks away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride at Arif's newfound status among her friends. "He really is something special," she admits with a sigh, thinking about how lucky she feels to have him by her side.

Her friends giggle and exchange knowing glances as they gather around her, eager to hear more about married life with Arif. "So," one of them asks curiously, "what's he like at home?" The image of Arif cooking breakfast for her yesterday flits through Angela's mind, warming her from the inside out.

"He's... amazing," she says honestly. "He's so sweet and caring, always making sure I have everything I need."

The other girls sigh enviously as they listen to her stories, some of them even blushing at the thought of having a husband like him themselves. "He's just perfect," another one agrees with a dreamy smile, and Angela can't help but feel a surge of love for Arif swell up inside her.

"Well," she says with a shy laugh, "I better get back to class." She stands up, brushing off her skirt, and starts to walk away before turning back around. "But you know what?

She leans in close, lowering her voice so none of the other students can hear. "You should see him when he's in the bedroom... he's just incredible." Her cheeks flush at the memory of their passionate lovemaking last night, and she feels a shiver run down her spine.

Her friends squeal with excitement, pressing closer to hear more. "Really?" one of them whispers, eyes wide. "Tell us everything!"

She bites her lip, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she glances back toward the classroom doors. "Well," she starts, "he's very... attentive." Her friends giggle and nudge each other knowingly. "And strong..." Angela swallows hard, unable to meet their eyes. "Stronger than anyone I've ever been with before."

Their eyes go wide with disbelief as she says this, and they exchange incredulous glances. "Ten inches?" one of them whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their beating hearts. Angela nods slowly, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment at the thought that Arif's size is such a shock to them.

"But," she continues, "it's not just about the size... it's how he uses it."

She pauses, looking around to make sure no one else is nearby before leaning in even closer. "He knows just how to make me feel... incredible." Their mouths hang open as she tells them about the ways he's been able to bring her to climax time and time again, their minds reeling at the thought of such passion between two people.

Finally, with a mischievous grin, she adds, "And sometimes he even makes me squirt."

Their jaws drop as they stare at her in shock and disbelief. This is more than they could have ever imagined! They exchange wide-eyed glances, unable to tear their attention away from Angela as she continues to gush about her incredible husband. Even though it's not like they can compete with Arif, just hearing about him makes them feel a little less alone in the world of marriage and relationships.

"Wow," one of them finally manages to say after what feels like an eternity. "

"I know," she whispers, blushing again. "He's just... amazing." She glances back toward the classroom doors one more time before taking a step away from her friends, reluctant to tell them anymore but feeling warm and happy inside all the same. "Well," she says with a forced laugh, "I should get going or I'll be late for my next class." With a final wink and a quick wave, she hurries off toward the building, leaving her stunned friends behind to process everything they've just heard.

As she finishes her last class of the day, Angela glances out the window and spots Arif's car idling in the parking lot. A smile spreads across her face as she gathers her things, excitement building in her chest at the thought of seeing him again so soon.

Stepping outside, she waves to her students as they file past on their way home and heads toward Arif's car. As she approaches it, he rolls down the window and grins ear-to-ear when he sees her coming. "

"You too," she replies with a giggle, climbing into the car. "So, what did you have planned for tonight?" She leans back against the seat, feeling relaxed and content in his presence.

"Well, I was thinking we could go out for dinner and maybe catch a movie afterwards." Arif turns to look at her, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "What do you think?"

"That sounds wonderful," she says with a sigh, closing her eyes as he starts the car. "I'm really looking forward to spending time with you tonight." She nestles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the comforting scent of his cologne.

"Me too," Arif says softly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the road. "I love being married to you, Angela."

"Oh, Arif," she whispers, her voice full of love and happiness. "I feel the same way. I can't imagine my life without you now." She leans in closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. As they drive car to the restaurant together, Angela feels more grateful than ever for this new life she shares with Arif... and she knows that every day spent with him will be filled with even more love and joy.

A thrill runs through me at the thought of being so bold in public. "I've never done anything like that before," I whisper, my heart racing with anticipation. "But if you want me to... I mean, we could find a more private spot later." My gaze drops to his lap as I imagine him hard and ready for me there.

The sight of his bare cock makes me gasp, my mouth watering instantly. I lean closer, wrapping one hand around him and stroking slowly up and down. "Mmm," I moan, feeling the heat of desire pool low in my belly. "You're so big... and hard..."

With a soft groan, Arif leans back against his seat, eyes closed as he savors the sensation of my touch. "Suck it, angela," he urges, reaching down to guide me closer to his cock. "