The Exchange Student

The Exchange Student

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sexual satisfaction was never a big issue for Jan, until she met Toni...a man child barely the age of her daughters.

Summary

Sexual satisfaction was never a big issue for Jan, until she met Toni...a man child barely the age of her daughters.

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In the beginning, there was Jan...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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The Exchange Student

 

 

Prologue

 

Janet Colleen Killingsworth stood at the kitchen counter drinking coffee, the stretch lace of her white night gown clinging to her newly augmented breasts.  “Forty-one,” she thought with some trepidation.  It was twenty-one years ago that she married Charlie.  Now, two kids in college and a three story home in the suburbs later, she had just completed her second plastic surgery within the year. 

 

Both were birthday presents from her loving husband, who had more than accommodated her aspirations to look at least ten years younger than her age. Even her closest friends would agree that she was plenty successful at self preservation.  It wasn’t without effort…creams and spa treatments, a daily private workout in the exercise room followed by laps in the backyard pool.  It was nice to have all those amenities at home.  And it was good to be a Killingsworth.

 

 Janet Colleen Cole was the middle of three children from a sub-middle class eastern North Carolina homestead.  Those were days she would just as well forget.  She occasionally spoke to her younger sister, Katie, still living in the distant farmlands of Pitt County.  Her older adopted brother had disappeared with the wind, and her parents checked out early from the burdens of hard work and worry if not the toxins of tobacco.  Janet chose to keep her original middle name rather than be reminded of her origins.  It was all part of the plan to keep her distance from the past.

 

Jan met Charlie as a freshman at East Carolina University.  An associate professor in the School of Business, he was a prodigy by all accounts.  That was before Charlie came to his senses and went back home to Florida, assuming the reins of his father’s prominent investment firm.  There were strings attached to the family money. Charlie would learn to play them.  Although Charlie was much older, Jan latched on like a leech and dedicated herself to the ride.  Age discrepancies are manageable.  Love can be coaxed. 

 

Things would be better now --- much better.  Never mind Jan ignoring a scholarship and backing out of school before completing her degree. She planned to be taken care of handsomely, all the while escaping those gravel roads and back country Pitt County roots.

 

Indeed, Charlie did take care of Jan, at least financially.  Things in the bedroom were a little lacking, but she convinced herself that it wasn’t a big deal.  Yet, in reality, Jan felt cheated.  Here she was at middle age working out daily for that centerfold buff, and her husband was beginning to look more like her father. 

 

Well, perhaps it was not that extreme.  Charlie was handsome in his way.  A middle aged executive with that salt and pepper hair, he was slightly on the short side but still in good physical condition.  He was, after all, fifteen years older than Jan.  But that’s how it goes when you prioritize success with your fiancés’ portfolio.She just never thought the years would wear on him so quickly. 

 

It wasn’t as if Charlie didn’t appreciate his wife’s allure.  He jumped at every opportunity to show her off, taking her to all the hottest functions…art shows, restaurants, parties galore.  And Charlie could still get it up ---he just wasn’t that attentive.  A quick two minute drill and the ballgame was over.  He never was much for foreplay, even in the younger years. 

 

Still, Jan could convince herself that great sex is probably over-rated.  It dissipates in time just like that prenuptial tingle.  Fantasy, for the most part, is superior to practically any reality.  The last five years of marriage had demanded more and more of it.  Hardly a night passed void of Jan caressing her clit to climax beside her sleeping husband as she imagined being pounded by a stud half his age.  In the morning after her shower, she would gaze in the mirror, picturing his young hands grazing her naked body… kneading and squeezing her ass, fondling her tits, and just fucking the ever living shit out of her while bending her over the marble Jacuzzi.

 

Most of her fantasies had faces and names, people she had met at parties while her husband was discussing business.  But then, Antonio Moretti showed up from Italy.  Jan and Charlie had sponsored numerous exchange students, even before the girls left for college.  Like everything else, Charlie had an inside track on exchange students.  He always found a way to sponsor the progeny of successful entrepreneurs or powerful foreign politicians, ultimately incorporating them into his firm’s portfolio along with their families and influence.

 

But none of those students had ever been anything like Toni. From the second he walked through the door, Jan was totally enamored…that crisp black hair, those dark brown eyes, olive oil skin, amazing smile; that sexy accent.  Admittedly, Jan knew nothing about Toni’s family or background, but she had a sense that his ancestry and lineage was somehow substantially more prominent than any of the previous students or even Charlie Killingsworth himself.

At well over six feet, Toni towered over Charlie. “Body like a Greek god,” she thought.  Thank goodness for the pool!  Jan could stand by the kitchen window for hours, just staring at him swimming his laps and marinating his perfect pecs in the Florida sunshine.  She even bought a pair of binoculars for closer study, keeping them hidden in a kitchen drawer.  With them, she could analyze him thoroughly, more precisely. 

Toni had just the right amount of chest hair, always tightly trimmed; and a sexy little love trail from his handsome six-pack into the front of his shorts.  Jan would catch herself gawking at the bulge between his legs made all the more obvious by his clinging wet swimsuit.  Lord knows, he certainly looked older than eighteen.  She used to feel dirty watching, but frequency numbs the conscience if nothing else.  And everything else was anything but numb.

 


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