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Hidden in the bathroom, I eavesdropped on my wife's moans, her ex's grunts. My cock ached, trapped in my pants. I unbuttoned, freeing it, and began to stroke. The bathroom filled with the sound of my hand working my flesh, the smell of my pre-cum. I jerked off, the image of my wife's cheating etched in my mind. I edged, delaying my climax, drawing out the torture. The bathroom mirror reflected my face, contorted in pleasure and pain. Finally, with a stifled groan, I came, my seed spilling into the sink, a silent testament to my wife's betrayal.