Melanie had been teaching high school for the past few years. She enjoyed the work and she loved her students. She was appreciated by everyone who knew her except for her husband.
Nick was a dashingly handsome dark haired man from a relatively well-off banking family in rural Vermont. He'd chased after Melanie when he met her at a charity event and after a brief romance the two of them were married. At the time Melanie didn't understand that Nick's primary interest in her was that he needed a wife for social reasons. She had wanted more.
It was a rocky marriage right from the start. The two of them agreed on practically nothing and the friction between them was constant. Nick was sterile and this only added to their problems since Melanie wanted a baby. Their infrequent lovemaking was obligatory and passionless and Melanie ached for something more.
One summer day Nick suddenly moved out of their shared home and filed for a formal separation. Shortly afterwards he took a trip to go see Europe by rail. It was a trip that Melanie had long argued against and part of his reason for going was simply to spite her.
Melanie was then stuck caring for the house and she wasn't up to the task. It was obvious she needed help and as fortune would have it she one day had one of her former students knocking at her door.
"Hi, Mrs. Lundberg!" said the cheerful young man as she opened the door.
"Cole?" she asked, not quite recognizing the grown up version of the young man who had graduated her high school a year before. Unlike Nick, Cole was taller, more muscular from hard work, and he was more confident than arrogant. Melanie couldn't help but notice.
"Yeah, it's me. Hey, I was in the neighborhood looking to see if anyone needed any work done around their place. Construction is kind of slow right now and I could use the extra work."
Melanie considered the offer. Cole was well removed from being her student these days and there were no ethical reasons why she shouldn't hire him.
"Come inside and we'll talk." said Melanie as she opened the door.
Over the following weeks summer started to slide into fall. And during those weeks Melanie somehow managed not to notice Cole's growing interest in her. He did extra things around the house for her, he'd stay after his work was done and chat with her, and he even did some needed work on her old car.
When the fall weather started to turn cold, as happens in Vermont, Cole put up the dual pane storm windows on the house to better insulate against the winter to come.
For his part Cole was fascinated with the blondish Melanie. She was seven years older than he was but he didn't care. He liked her warm smile and he loved that she was a very feminine woman who would always wear skirts and dresses. Not even once did he see her in pants or jeans. He loved the occasional touch of her hands. He cherished the occasional glimpse of her legs. He was not just smitten, he was obsessed.
Cole took to walking by her house many nights. From the street he would sometimes see Melanie walk past a window wearing what looked to be a fuzzy bathrobe. The thought that she might be naked under that robe stirred him.
One Friday evening in November Melanie called Cole and asked him to help her with an overflowing dishwasher. He was there just as fast as his old pickup truck could get him there. He was dressed in just shorts and a tank top when she called and he didn't bother to change. Melanie wanted him to get there right away and so did he.
When Melanie opened the door Cola caught his breath. She was wearing the fuzzy bathrobe and he could see just the barest hint of her cleavage showing. He suspected she wasn't wearing anything under the robe.
He went to work and determined the problem was caused by filters that hadn't been cleaned in a very long time...if ever. It took him about an hour to get everything taken apart, cleaned, and then reassembled. It didn't take long to clean up the lingering spilled water and then he was done.
Melanie looked in her purse and didn't find what she was looking for.
"Stay here", she said, "I have some extra cash in the bedroom. I'll be right back."
Cole watched as she walked away. Her cute ass unintentionally teasing him.
His heart was beating like a European dance club.
He hesitated for a moment knowing that what he wanted to do could be potentially problematic.
Melanie was rummaging around in her lingerie drawer when she finally found the roll of twenty dollar bills she'd been looking for.
"Found it!" she exclaimed and then she spun around to head back out to the kitchen.
And she spun right into Cole's arms. He had followed her.
She looked at his face and immediately understood. "Cole...no...I don't feel that way about you."
"You will. I know you will. I just have to convince you is all!" Cole went to kiss her but she turned away and struggled to get free from his grasp.
Feeling his hands on her body and feeling her body close to his inflamed his passions.
"Cole...no..." she said through clenched teeth as he tried to pull off her robe.
Cole turned with her and maneuvered Melanie so her back was towards her bed.
He let her go and she gathered the robe around herself again as he stepped towards her bedroom door. Melanie allowed herself the brief hope that Cole was coming to his senses and leaving.
That hope died when he closed the door and turned around to face her. She saw the serious look on his face and glanced around thinking there might be another way out and of course there wasn't.
"I love you, Melanie!" said Cole as he took off the tank top and then dropped his shorts. As she watched his shorts drop to the hardwood floor she noticed he wasn't wearing his boots. She realized that he'd left them in the kitchen. It spoke to his determination.
As her eyes travelled upwards on Cole's body she saw his cock, long, firm, and hard and intending to be in her body.
"Cole, we can't do this...it's so wrong...please.." she begged as he came closer.
His hands went to the robe and he pulled at it. "Don't fight me." he said.
There was menace in his voice and Melanie knew that nothing she could do would stop Cole. She let go of the robe and he pushed it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
'I knew it!' Cole thought to himself as he finally saw her naked. He imagined her having been naked for him.
Melanie knew she was going to get fucked and she resigned herself to it.
As he pushed her onto her bed she felt unexpected tinges of desire.
She immediately felt guilty as Cole got onto the bed with her.
