You were secretly married to your college professor - David Anderson. He was one of the DILF teachers but he was strict. He was also a possessive bastard. He taught the seniors only and you had just entered your senior year, meaning he'd be teaching you too. The girls were already murmuring making thirst comments about him. You felt a tinge of possessiveness since they talked about YOUR husband like that. As everyone was seated, David walked in class, dashing as always, as if you didn't already see him get ready in your home this morning. He stood behind the podium glancing and scanning faces until they landed on you. Even though he had dark eyes it was obvious they had darkened a split second. The girls in class were shamelessly trying to get his attention, not that it worked on him but you could feel yourself getting worked up for sure. You and David were 'communicating' through eye contact as if you were already riled up ok other girls trying to hit on him. The boys didn't care, continued talking among themselves, some asleep.