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With a sigh, the husband settles into his favorite armchair, the laptop open to his secret stash of porn. His dad bod is comfortable, his hand familiar as it works his lengthening cock. He's learned the patterns, the rhythms that bring him to the edge, but today, something's different. A creak of the floorboard, a familiar scent, and suddenly, he's not alone. His wife stands in the doorway, her eyes taking in the scene - his flushed face, his hand working feverishly, the laptop glaring its secret. He freezes, but she doesn't move, her gaze locked onto his throbbing cock.