9

The Exchange

Chapter Nine

9

Mast, Plot

“ ¼ Coleman” The far off sound of his name roused him from his slumber, but the source didn’t register.

Coleman Prescott slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He tried to recall the dream he’d been having, but could not remember much beyond that it had featured his friend Betsy Bryant and it had been good. Very good, Coleman concluded, if the stiffness of his cock was any guide. Coleman sighed, he really needed to tell Betsy how he felt about her, but he was always too shy around her.

 Coleman slowly began to move his hand underneath the covers. He had gotten as far as his belly when his bedroom door flew open and his mother, Yara, burst in, bible in hand and with an enraged look on her face. Coleman rapidly extracted his hand from beneath the covers and sat up.

“Coleman Delacy Prescott! I have been calling you for over twenty minutes!”

“S-sorry, mom” Coleman muttered and began to get out of bed. He did not have to worry about his erection embarrassing him, because that had already shrunk to nothing and now he stood looking at the floor while his mother began her lecture.

“I know you think that going on this trip is a real exciting time, but you still have chores to do. Just because you’ll be gone for weeks is no reason that they can’t be done today”

Coleman thought about protesting that his twin sister, Tamika, could do them but he only managed to say “But Tamik ¼ ” before Yara tapped him on the head with the bible.

“Tamika is a girl! What sort of man would make a girl work in his stead, Coleman? May God forgive you!’ Coleman’s mother straightened up to her full 5’ 3” height and set her jaw, “Now you get dressed and you do your chores, or I’ll be very unhappy and I’ll have to ask Pastor McKendrick speak to you when you return from your trip”

Coleman nodded “Yes, mom” he mumbled. He was sure he heard sniggering coming from inside Tamika’s room where the 15-year-old girl was still in bed.

“That’s what I thought” Yara said with a grim smile. “Oh and before you start your work I need you to go find that good for nothing father of yours. I think he’s probably in his workshop”

***

The girl’s name was Roxanne Dawn, at least that is what the bio at the side of the page claimed it was. Desmond Prescott did not believe for a second that her momma had looked down and named her Roxanne Dawn. Not that he was concerned with the story of Roxanne’s birth and naming, not when her appearance as an adult was much more compelling.

Roxanne was wearing precious little, save for long black leather boots and a crimson ribbon in her hair. She looked over her shoulder at Desmond in a way that he remembered Yara used to.

Desmond liked Saturdays when he was able to sneak down to his workshop in the basement of the house, really nothing more than a den since Desmond wasn’t much of a handyman. While Yara was praying (she seemed to do little else these days), he could catch up on his “reading” 

It was a break from his stressful job as a Sheriffs’ Deputy and increasingly fervent wife. Desmond did not like to order Yara to do anything and so she did nothing he liked, not even for the last few birthdays. Desmond consoled himself with Roxanne and a few other girls who reminded him of the old Yara.

Desmond leaned back in the old leather easy chair that dominated the room and made himself comfortable. Roxanne looked seductively over her shoulder from a magazine concealed behind one of the thick prayer letters published by Pastor McKendrick every week.

Looking over the top of magazine and prayer letter combination to make sure none of his family was around, Desmond pulled the zipper of his pants down and released his cock, which had been pressing firmly against his fly for the last few minutes.

Desmond masturbated leisurely as he gazed at Miss Dawn and imagined that he saw his beautiful wife in the pictures; just as willingly captivated by lust.

Yara’s hair was again loose and relaxed; stark contrast to the prim, tight braids that now bound her tresses. Her eyes blazed with desire, just as they had when she and Desmond were first dating. as Yara made her way to Desmond on all fours. Smiling hungrily, her heavy breasts swaying as she moved.

When she reached her husband, the beautiful, wanton woman gently stayed Desmond’s hand and began to play with his throbbing cock herself, jerking it just the way she knew he liked. Then, when she felt the first trickle of pre-cum splash on her hand, Yara opened her mouth and took Desmond’s prick deep inside, coiling her tongue around the sensitive he ¼

There was a knock on the door to the room and Desmond heard his son call “Dad?”

Desmond quickly dropped the prayer letter to his lap covering his twitching prick, not a moment too soon as Coleman opened the door.

Desmond kept his hand lightly, but firmly, on the prayer letter and affected a slightly confused air. “Oh, hi son” he began “I guess I must have dozed off there for a minute”

Coleman didn’t seam to notice anything odd as he continued, “Mom said to come find you and then I have to do chores, which is unfair because Tamika said she’d do them”

Desmond interrupted his son “Son, you go find your mother and tell her I’ll be right there, then go finish packing. I’ll talk to your mom and we’ll sort out the chores, better?”

Coleman nodded, “Yeah, thanks, dad” and with that, the boy left the room.

Desmond waited until he was sure that he was alone again then he carefully lifted up the prayer letter. He sighed as he surveyed the mess on his lap. Roxanne was spattered in various photos with Desmond’s pre-cum. There wasn’t much point in keeping the magazine anymore Desmond told himself and stood up before rolling the magazine and the prayer letter together and tossing them both in the waste paper basket.

Desmond made himself presentable and prepared to talk to Yara. In a few hours he’d be driving Coleman to the airport and then picking up the exchange student who’d be staying with them. Desmond hoped he’d find time over the next few weeks to try and make what happened to Roxanne’s photos happen to his wife for real.

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