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In the quiet of the afternoon, a man's desire gets the better of him. He's alone, his wife out, and his body aches for release. His cock, thick and long, tents his pants, demanding attention. He unzips, letting it spring free, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. His hand wraps around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with need. He strokes, firm and fast, his imagination running wild with taboo thoughts. He pictures his wife, her surprise, her disapproval, and those naughty images push him closer to the brink. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, forceful stroke, he comes, hot and hard, just as the front door clicks shut, signaling his wife's return.