(This is a revised version of my earlier work. I expanded on the story a bit, and cleaned up the grammar / spelling).
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Jenni hated how she looked. Married life, and now an active career, left her stress eating most of the day, with little time to work out. On top of that, being in her late twenties, she found she didn't have the same metabolism she once once had; it was harder and harder to shed the weight, once it began to creep back on. Her husband of five years, Bryan, wasn't exactly a voice of reassurance either. Sure, he said all the right things when needed, "No...you look great; I haven't noticed..." and so on. But, he always undercut it a few moments later with, "We could watch what we eat; it's important to be at a healthy weight; I can help you work out," etc.
She wished she could instantly be back with the body she had when they married—a big, full ass; tight belly; and 36C breasts. Now, those breasts sagged a little more, and that butt was now just fat, in her mind. Most days, she didn't work hard to maintain her appearance, choosing comfortable clothes over stylish ones, and the most minimal makeup she could get away with. She also wished she spent more time on her hair—her wavy, dirty-blonde hair was now a frazzled mess.
Bryan and Jenni met as a lot of mid-twenty-somethings did—drunk, and at a house party. Up until that point, Jenni had been a bit wild in her relationships, hopping from one guy to the next. She even experienced a drunken threesome in college. She thought Bryan was good enough for a one-night stand. He was cute, well put together with an almost-shaved head, and he turned out to be an incredibly attentive lover. He loved eating her out, even if penetrative sex was generally over quickly. That one night, turned into two, and she felt the pull and stability of a long-term relationship.
Their first few years of marriage were happy ones, but life and tragedy crept in. Bryan's parents were relatively young when they had kids, but still, ever since Jenni knew Bryan, her mother faced debilitating sickness. Only two years after they were married, she passed away. In the years that followed, Bryan and his siblings were growing more and more uncomfortable with their father's life choices. A little too many expensive trips, extravagant gifts for all his grandkids, and whispers of some 'odd lifestyle' he lived in secret. It wasn't that they were worried about any inheritance or his long-term health, per se; just a general anxiety that he was overextending himself a bit too much.
Just last week, he said he needed to move out of the family's home of thirty years 'for a few weeks,' and there were many little rumors about what this could be. Was he renting it out, some repair that he couldn't afford, was he looking to sell? Jenni never cared for the undercurrent of animosity there was amongst Bryan's siblings; Douglass seemed like a perfectly sweet man, who was trying to enjoy the life he had. After all, he was still relatively young to be a widower; and for a person in their mid-fifties who takes care of themselves, there's a lot of joy to be found. Jenni gladly offered that he could stay with Bryan and her for those few weeks.
Before his arrival, Jenni scurried around the house, cleaning up the last bits of clutter and preparing the guest room for Douglass. They lived in a modest, three-bedroom rancher, but had been neglecting some of the more basic household tasks. Both she and Bryan were traveling for work every other week; so in some ways, their home felt like just another temporary residence. But with Douglass coming to stay, Jenni felt some pressure to make their place welcoming and an actual respite. While Jenni was cleaning out the last moldy items in the refrigerator, Bryan was awkwardly lurking behind, leaning on the counter—nervous, even. He finally spoke up.
"There's something I need to tell you about him..."
It's been a long time since Jenni has seen him this nervous, "What? Is there some health thing wrong with your dad?"
"No, it's not that bad, it's just, he has a bit of an awkward issue."
Now Jenni stopped with her household chores and gave Bryan her full attention. "Is it why everyone's been so odd?"
Bryan nodded, then finally spoke under his breath, "It's just...my dad is a bit of a nudist."
That was the absolute last thing she expected him to say. She didn't find it awkward, unpleasant, or off-putting. More than anything, she found it funny, and did her best to stifle a little laugh. "What, like he likes going to a nude beach, or something?"
"Oh, I'm sure. But it's more than that...he'll just casually walk around the house, naked."
"What, like making coffee, or something?" Now, she was outwardly smirking.
"I guess. I've stopped by his house and he's just all out there. I try to ignore it, but...you know." Jenni was giggling through his words. "Look, I don't think it's that funny."
She now tried to muster a more serious and compassionate tone. "Sorry, sorry, and it's not funny, I guess it's almost charming. How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, not long after my mom died. I guess when no one else was around, he just kinda stopped wearing clothes and got used to it."
"Is he going to want to do that around here?"
Bryan shrugged. "He hasn't raised it and I haven't asked. Are you okay if he does? I can ask him to wear clothes if you're at all uncomfortable."
"Oh please, I want him to feel at home, it's fine. Nothing I haven't seen before. He's actually pretty good looking and fit for a man his age," she said. Being tall with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair wasn't a bad look, either. "But...he doesn't expect us to, you know."
Shock came across Bryan's face. "Oh, not in a million years. He's joked one or two times that I could go around like that, too—but never asked me. And look, he's not some perv, okay? It's just how he feels comfortable."
"Hey, look, it's fine, really. I'm glad if he can find ways to express himself and feel at home, here. No problem."
Douglass arrived shortly after dinner, in a whirlwind of bags and a case of wine. Jenni gave him a big hug.
"It's so good to see you! Easy drive?"
"Oh certainly, nothing to complain about. Thanks for being so welcoming."
"Oh, we're glad to! Please, if you need anything at all don't hesitate to ask. You know where our guest room is, right? Bryan can get all of your luggage in there."
She gently nudged Bryan with her elbow to get him moving. "It's good to see you, dad," he finally spoke up, then went in for a handshake that Douglass turned into an awkward hug.
"Yeah...you, too. Say, once I'm settled in a bit, I've brought some nice bottles of wine as kind of a thank-you gift. Would y'all like to break into them and have a nice night?"
Just as Jenni was about to say yes, Bryan spoke up, "Thanks, but I'm out really early in the morning, no fun for me. We're probably going to turn in soon." Jenni resented that Bryan was including her in his early-to-bed plan.
Douglass seemed visibly disappointed, "Oh, that's fine. Work trip?"
"Yeah, unfortunately, I'll be gone for a week or so."
"But I'm around," Jenni chimed in, to change the mood, "you won't be too lonely, I hope."
"Oh that's great, well, I'll let you have an evening together alone; a week's a long time to be apart," he said, with a wink.
Jenni blushed at the implication, "Yes, well...okay, goodnight!"
Later that night, Jenni indeed made a pass at Bryan. Their sex life was fairly quiet these days, even when they were both at home—the mood never seemed right. Bryan was fast asleep soon after the lights went out, leaving Jenni to her lonesome. After an hour or so, of tossing and turning in bed, she decided to sneak out of the room and read for a while in the living room. She wandered out in her typical sleepwear—no bra, old t-shirt, and shorts. Walking past the kitchen, she was slightly taken aback to find her father-in-law there, hunched over the fridge, appearing to be wearing a robe.
"Settling in okay?" she asked him.
He turned around, and that's when she got an eyeful. His robe was open down the middle, with nothing underneath it, revealing the full sight of his body. Douglass had a reasonable old-man paunch around his belly, and was well tanned. Surprising to her, he was shaved everywhere below his neck. She couldn't help but take a peek at her father-in-law's penis. And holy cow—was it a member! Long and thick, even when completely flaccid.
"Oh don't mind me, just seeing what I can find to eat," he said.
