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The house echoes with an unusual emptiness, his wife's absence giving him the courage to indulge in a secret fantasy. The thong, still warm from her body, slides up his legs, the crotch hugging his growing erection. He paces around the room, the sensation of the lacy fabric against his skin sending jolts of pleasure through him. He imagines her surprise, her shock, her possible excitement if she walked in on him now. His hand wraps around his cock, the friction of the thong and his own touch pushing him closer to the brink. With a stifled moan, he comes, the thong now a mess of his cum and her scent.