The house is quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock. A man, freshly arrived home from work, stands in the doorway of his bedroom, his eyes fixed on the bed where he and his ex-wife used to share intimate moments. His hand reaches down, unbuckling his belt, his pants falling to the floor. He's hard, his cock straining against his boxers, his mind filled with thoughts of his ex. He strokes himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his imagination running wild with forbidden thoughts. He comes, his body jerking as he spills his seed onto the floor, the silence of the house broken only by his ragged breathing.