A cuckold's solace is a fleeting thing, a stolen moment of pleasure in the absence of his girlfriend. He strokes himself, his mind filled with her image, her touch, her taste. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his peak. The door creaks open, and he freezes, caught in his private moment of shame. But his girlfriend doesn't scold, she smiles, her eyes filled with a hunger that makes his cock twitch with renewed desire.