Disclaimers
If you find any errors, please remember that I am striving to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes.
This is a story. It is not a story about what you would do in this situation, or even what you think should be done. There would be no point in writing a story where everyone's reaction is the same. This overlooks the individuality of the characters and what they, as created by the author, would do. That may not align with what you would do. Please try to keep that in mind when reading.
Word Count: 13,306
Meant to publish this around the holiday. Forgot. Oops.
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INDEPENDENCE DAY
He made his own declaration.
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A heavy rain had ended Ray's golf game not long after it started.
He and the rest of his foursome had hung around the clubhouse for a little while to see if it would let up but it became evident that it wasn't going to. He was disappointed because he really enjoyed playing, and because it was his best source of exercise for the week.
Of course, it wasn't just his heart condition that limited his activity. At 64 years of age, that sort of thing would have been limited anyway. He was still in good shape. He watched what he ate and still handled most of the yard work around the modest house he shared with his wife of 40 years, Josie.
And so, Ray found himself walking through his door at just after 9:00am instead of the 12:30pm or so he normally would have gotten home. He hadn't let his wife know he was coming home early, saw no need to do so, had never done so before when something like this happened. He would simply explain when he got home. But explaining why he was home early was quickly forgotten as he opened the front door.
It was forgotten because there in the entryway was his wife. She wore her pink silk robe but it was untied in the front, revealing her large, pendulous breasts with the dark pink areolas and her well-manicured blonde bush. In and of itself this wouldn't have been an issue, but she was escorting a man younger than their daughter to the front door in that condition.
At 59 years of age, Josie was still a very attractive woman. She wore her dark blonde hair about shoulder-length. Her breasts had always been large but grew even larger when their daughter, Kristine, was born 39 years ago, though they stayed about the same when Leo joined the family 3 years later. As you would expect with middle-aged women, her ass and her belly had retained some weight over the years, but that didn't matter to Ray, and apparently not to this guy either.
Ray noticed the disheveled state of the hair on Josie's head, and a quick survey of her body caused him to notice her lower lips protruding from her bush, clearly indicating recent use, not that there was any doubt anyway. He took in all of this in just a couple of seconds.
She looked up as he walked through the door, and rather than the guilty, sheepish look he would have expected, she smiled as she always did, expressing her happiness that he was home. Then, to his surprise, she came forward to greet him.
"Hey honey, you're home early."
Josie moved to give him a kiss but Ray managed to quickly move his head out of the way. His wife looked at him, confused.
"Are you out of your mind, Josie? Worse than
not
knowing where your mouth has been, I have a pretty good idea of where it
HAS
been!" Ray explained.
Josie glanced back at the young man, seeming to have forgotten he was there, and realizing what she had almost done.
"Oh, Ray, of course, I'm sorry. Honey, this is Luke. Luke, this is my husband, Ray."
Luke was perhaps an inch shorter than Ray's 6 feet, but he had the well-defined physique of an active young man in his late 20's or early 30's. He had probably been an athlete in college, and maybe still was. He had dark brown hair, cut short, and a plain face, neither handsome nor ugly. He stepped forward, his hand coming down on Ray's shoulder. Ray was tempted to respond physically but kept his temper for the moment.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you. Josie has told me a lot about you. And don't worry, I'm sure in 25 or 30 years I'll probably have the same issue you're having with the equipment, and I only hope that I'll be as cool about this as you are."
Of course, the one activity he missed the most was sex with Josie. Age had robbed him of his ability to maintain an erection, and his condition prevented him from using Viagra and the like, but he and Josie had maintained as much of a love life as they could, relying on Ray's fingers and tongue, and a liberal use of toys.
Ray had even gone so far as to wear a strap-on but it hadn't gone very well and Josie nixed any further attempts. Ray had always made sure Josie got off, even though it wasn't possible for him. He had taken to gaining satisfaction from giving Josie satisfaction, and had thought that was enough.
Apparently not.
Ray returned Luke's easy smile with a glare. Who the hell was this asshole to condescend to him like that? But he wasn't willing to go to jail, so he restrained his temper yet again.
"Luke, get out of my house. And if I ever catch you in it again, one of us will leave in a body bag. And I have guns."
The easy smile suddenly disappeared from Luke's face and he took a step back, then went around Ray toward the front door.
"Hey, it's cool man. I was under the impression you were okay with this."
Ray locked the door after it closed, made ever-so-brief eye contact with his wife, then headed into his bedroom. He was incredibly angry, and perplexed at his wife's seeming lack of remorse, or even concern, for what had just happened. She came into the room shortly after him. He noticed her robe was now secured.
"Well, that was rude."
Ray turned on her, incredulous that she was finding fault with
his
behavior after what she had just done. He hadn't intended to speak to her right now, but this was over the top.
"THAT was rude? I walk into my own house to see you walking some kid you obviously just had sex with to the door, and
I
was rude! You really are out of your mind!"