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In the quiet of the house, he finds himself craving the familiar touch of his own hand. His cock aches with anticipation, straining against his pants. He unzips, letting it spring free, and begins to stroke, the rhythm steady and sure. His mind races with thoughts of his wife, wondering if she'll catch him, the possibility both thrilling and nerve-wracking. He revels in the taboo, the fleeting moment of solitude before she returns.