It's Simple Really
Storyline:
Nothing more needed to be said.
Forty-three year old Grady Gallup wearily trudged up the cracked concrete steps of his house. Another week of hell at a job he had grown to hate was finally over. It was a pleasant late Spring Friday evening in Alamogordo, New Mexico. Alamogordo is a small town of about ten thousand. Grady was a military contractor at nearby Holloman Air Force Base. Alamogordo's claim to fame is that it was ground zero for the end of the world.
It was just Grady and his wife Magdalena now. All three kids were grown and left their little burg as fast as they could. As soon as he stepped inside his front door, an atomic bomb went off in his head and rocked him to his core.
"Oh god YES! Fuck me harder with that big dick, fill me up I need to feel it. Oh shit, that's it, I'm coming again, I'mmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhh gawd!" She was practically growling. What ever it was, he'd never heard Maggie sound like that before.
Grady looked at his watch, an old military habit.
Shit it was 6:30, I'm not even home early, and she's fucking someone upstairs?
He was frozen in place
. I mean how the fuck am I supposed to act? Somehow calling out 'Honey I'm home' doesn't seem appropriate.
It had grown quiet for a moment and then, "Oh baby that was number five for me, and it was the best. God I love your big dick."
"Maybe she is playing with a giant vibrator. That's it. This I got to see." Grady was experiencing denialism, but he was shocked out of that by the sight of a kid, surely younger than their oldest in a sweaty naked post coital embrace on