In the dim light of the bathroom, a man stands, his reflection in the mirror showing a face flush with desire. His hand wraps around his hard cock, the sensation of his own touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. He thinks of his wife, her warmth, her touch, her unwitting absence fueling his lust. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans barely contained as he comes, his release hidden from his wife, his secret pleasure a taboo dance in the shadows of their marriage.