Dxxximen's husband, a picture of restraint, sits alone in the dimly lit room, fingers drumming on the armrest. His gaze flickers to the door, then to the clock, then back to the door. His heart pounds in his chest, echoing the throb between his legs. He unzips his pants, freeing his hard, eager cock. He runs his thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precum, and begins to stroke, long and slow. His mind fills with images of his wife, her curves, her moans, her taste. He quickens his pace, chasing the release he knows only she can truly give.