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Alone in the dimly lit room, he unfolds her nightshirt, the fabric soft and worn from her touch. His heart races as he imagines her, his wife, sleeping innocently beside him. His cock hardens, tenting his pants. He frees it, his hand wrapping around the shaft, his grip firm. His strokes are steady, his breathing ragged as he pictures her, her body, her moans. His climax approaches, and he jerks faster, his cum splattering her nightshirt, his secret, his shame.