Over the weekend I decided it would probably be best to stay late at the office and avoid working from home as I usually do once or twice a week but by Thursday my wife had noticed the change in my routine and asked if I’d be at home Friday. “Yeah that was my plan.” I lied.
“Perfect, me too, maybe we’ll let Avery go early and take the boys out for dinner?”
“Sounds great!” I answered maybe a little too enthusiastically, relieved that I wouldn’t have to face any alone time with Avery and possibly explain what I had done despite the fact she hadn’t seemed bothered by it.
When Friday came I was in my home office with a coffee before she even showed up. I opened my browser to a few stocks I was keeping an eye on and dragged them onto my wall monitor while on my desktop I scrolled through reddit. My wife typically left me alone when I worked from home. Whatever the time of day I think she pretty much assumed whenever my office door was closed that I was masturbating considering she had caught me twice in the past. Our sex life at this point was fairly non-existent, maybe once or twice a month so she never made a big deal of my private time seeming to appreciate that I could *handle* things myself.