<strong>Name:</strong>Ray<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In his car, just pulled up to the house<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Teresa<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/c175.0.403.403/p403x403/377053_436720309700073_128843024_n.jpg)</div>The drive had been pleasant. Quiet, aside from when Ray began caressing Teresa's thighs as they drove on an empty stretch of highway. Caressing turned to fingering, and fingering turned to taking the next exit onto some private farmland and getting out of the car for a round of doggy style. Ray rushed his climax after the suspicion that a tractor was nearing over the hill, but the detour was still extremely satisfying. Ray's thoughts had been turning over and over, and he was prone to getting lost in them. Mostly eager anticipation with the occasional touch of insecurity or worst-case-scenario type thoughts, which was par for the course. When Ray dabbled in high school soccer, he earned the nickname of Poet, always thinking instead of doing. But spontaneous fucking on a dirt road was just what he needed to keep that creeping hesitation at bay.<br/><br/>Now here they were, actually doing something that had been out of his comfort zone for some time. By all means Ray was a sexual deviant with exotic, kinky taste, but that line of monogamy stayed distinct and clear once he was married. Cheating was not in his character. And here he was about to defy his own nature. It was invigorating. He'd dressed simply, assuming the probability of losing or wrecking his clothes was high. A black t-shirt, torn jeans, and cheap sneakers he would wear when painting. He pulled off the rough look pretty well, not worried that the other ladies would find him too shabby. At least he was well groomed. When they pulled up, he stalled getting out of the car. He looked to Teresa and gave her a smile, meant for the facade of pure joy and excitement but barely betrayed what was going on further back in his mind.<br/><br/>Ray leaned over to give his wife a tender kiss on the cheek.<strong>"Here we are."</strong>he said. They walked hand-in-hand to the front steps of the Simon household and rang the doorbell.