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The ticking clock is his only companion as he settles into his favorite armchair, the one his wife always teases him for hogging. His mind wanders to her, her laugh, her curves, and his hand instinctively reaches into his pants, wrapping around his growing erection. He imagines her at work, unaware of the effect she has on him, and his strokes become more urgent. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his seed spilling over his hand as he pictures her walking through the door, catching him in the act.