In the quiet of his home, a married man, his desire piqued by the mundane, finds solace in his own touch. His cock, hard and eager, tents his pants. He rubs it through the fabric, feeling the ridges and veins, his need building. He frees his throbbing member, stroking it with abandon, his mind filled with lurid images of forbidden encounters, his body tensing as he approaches his climax, his cock pulsing with his pent-up lust.