One night, my wife was having drinks with her work colleagues. I was home alone, and wanted to relax after a long day. I decided to have a shower.
All clean, I dried off and decided to stay naked for a while. It’s a hot night, I’m home alone, and I’m feeling horny. I hit the couch, laying on a towel, start up my favourite porn video on the phone and commence what I’m intending to be a long, thorough stoking session.
I’m lying there, engrossed in the scene of two non-*pornstarry* guys caressing this naked girl as she strokes their penises. I’m letting my fingers run up and down my shaft.
And then I hear a noise from the doorway. I jerk (haha yeah) around and see my wife, a drunken expression on her face, leaning against the doorway with a big smile.
“Hi Sweetie,” she says. “Whatcha doin’?”
Now, I have never masturbated in front of her before, and I’m frozen like a deer in headlights, hand wrapped around my penis and other hand holding a phone displaying a sensuous MFM.
I gingerly take my hand away. “Sorry,” I say without knowing what I’m apologising for.