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Every night, after his wife's gentle snores fill the house, he indulges. A slice of tofu, a whispered joke, and his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. His mind's eye paints a picture of his best friend, their shared history, and the unspoken tension that's grown over the years. His strokes are slow, deliberate, mimicking the rhythm of their conversations, the subtext heavy with desire. He comes undone, his release a secret between him and the darkness, a happy ending to his day, a life lived on the edge of confession.