Weston
My cock is harder than it's been in ages as I think about my wife in the other room. It hasn't been easy, not paying attention to her, but tonight it's even worse because she was shining so brightly. Rolling over I groan loudly. If I don't take care of this, I won't be able to go to sleep.
Reaching down, I enclose my fist around the engorged length, and begin to stroke.
It's wrong. I shouldn't be thinking of my wife while I do this, but I've missed her. In my mind, I go back to one of the first times we did anything like this.
Flashback
"West, are you sure I'm doing this right?" Melanie asks as she encloses her small hand around my cock. She's got her bottom lip between her teeth. "I want to do this right."
I chuckle softly, reassuring her with a gentle touch on her arm. "Melanie, you're doing just fine," I whisper, lost in the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her eyes. "This isn't about getting it perfect. It's about being together, sharing this moment."