With a mischievous grin, he locks the door, his heart pounding in his chest. Alone, he lets his imagination run wild, his hand mimicking the touch he craves. He pictures her, his wife, her body pressed against his, her breath hot on his ear. His strokes become feverish, his grip tightening as he feels the pressure building. He lets out a low groan, his body convulsing as he finds his release, his cum spilling over his fingers, a testament to his private pleasure.