A Familial Card - Sequel

Randy Elder was a man of routine. Sunday morning, like most mornings, he got up at 6 am on the dot, which was tough because he was out late with the ol' ball and chain for a work party. He avoided most parties like the plague and Cynthia wasn't much of a partier as long as he's known her. Most nights were filled with warm tea and good books in their set of nice recliners in the lounge, but last night's party went long with awards and drinks plus something about seeing Randy in his element put Cynthia in a mood. Randy couldn't deny, seeing her all dressed up in that backless dress with the plunging neckline put him in some sort of way that had him just as eager to pull it off of her and see what had been teased all night. You can bet he was up past his bedtime and he admittedly hit the snooze button (which he never did) before he removed himself from the comforting pillows next to the beautifully flawed nude woman he had shared his life with all splayed out none-too-gracefully next to him.

He had a moment to stare. Gravity pulled her pendulous tits against her body beautifully. They'd lost the perk of the younger years and the size of the pregnant years, but damn were they an inspiration to Randy's morning wood, which was growing more and more eager at the sight. Her body wasn't as toned as when she was young, but the little pocket of fat around her midsection worked with her hips and ass to make her look lustily curvaceous to a man due for a mid life crisis like Randy. Truthfully, he wouldn't trade it for a younger woman, but he sometimes wished there could be more to their intimacy. He imagined he would relish the thrill of wooing a one night stand from a pick me or sugar daughter, but he knew Cynthia pulled the best out of him in every other area, so he was more than happy to keep the arrangement of sparse and usually limited sexual encounters with the missus. Last night though... Even as he gripped his surprisingly stiff genitals and eyed the wet and warm slit he would like to fill again, he could feel the call of the uncut grass distracting him from his uncut cock.

Five minutes later he was sweating onto the push lawn mower. Fifteen minutes after that he as showering off and five minutes after that he was making breakfast for the family. Twenty minutes later he did the obligatory check on the kids as he heard Cynthia hop in the shower. Strangely, Mia and Claire's rooms were empty. He knocked on Ryan's and tried the handle, but it was locked. "Breakfast is ready kiddos. You kids do a sleepover?"

He expected the hazy sounding grunts of kids woken from terrible sleep that reverberated through the door. "Get it while it's hot." He returned to grab his tea, now sufficiently steeped, and glanced to where his most recent Jon Langley book was sitting only to find a wooden cube-shaped box on top.

Ding!

A card popped out of a slot that faced him.

"Odd." Was all he said. He almost lifted the box to grab his book, but for one time in his life, Randy chose to be adventurous.