Weston

My cock is harder than it's been in ages as I think about my wife in the other room. It hasn't been easy, not paying attention to her, but tonight it's even worse because she was shining so brightly. Rolling over I groan loudly. If I don't take care of this, I won't be able to go to sleep.

Reaching down, I enclose my fist around the engorged length, and begin to stroke. 

It's wrong. I shouldn't be thinking of my wife while I do this, but I've missed ...