His wife

"Honey, is that you?" came the voice of his wife Ashley as she climbed up into the attic. Jack looked over to see his wife appear standing at the entrance looking concerned. "There you are, who were you talking to?" She standing tall and showing signs of what looked post workout vibes. Her skin glistening ever so slightly in the limited lighting of the attic.

"Oh, uh no one. I was expressing out loudly my frustration," Jack's eyes danced around the attic as his wife walked over to him.

"Frustration about what?"

"Oh um," Jack panicked as he try to come up with a reason until his eye spotted the loose floor board where he had found the book. "When I came up here to put away the Christmas decorations, I had discovered a loose floor board and almost stepped through it," he pointed at the dislodged floor board next to the box of Christmas decoration and Ashley walked over to investigate it.

"Wow, this is above Nicole's room, would of made a mess of her room." Ashley bent over and examined the hole in the floor board.

Jack watched his wife as she proceeded to get down onto her knees and looked more closely. His eyes were drawn to her ass that her spandex shorts seemed to barely contain. Granted she may of lost her magnificent breasts, her attentiveness to her physique over the years had given her a compensation of her loss. The outline of her pussy imprint could be seen through the crotch from how she had bent down further to re-affix the board over the hole. His cock had begun it's rise to full staff and his eyes widen as a thought crept across his mind. He needed a relief and his wife's welcoming stance was drawing him in.