Around noon, before my wife left for work, she smiled at me and told me to enjoy myself. Not in a careless way—but in that calm, intentional way she has. Like I said before, I am naked at home, nearly always. I get dressed when we have company. Obviously She knew I’d be home alone, and she ran her hand down my abs to the base of my dick and encouraged me to take my time, and enjoy making it cry.

Little things like this are an instant turn on for me and meaningful when she initiates. She even steered me toward teen porn today, telling me to enjoy the tight young girls and smooth pussies. Her encouragement is like empowering. She likes knowing that she can connect with me through these images and videos even when she is not by my side, turning what would normally be a private habit into a shared experience. Not because she’s watching or directing, but because she’s emotionally included. We will text back and forth periodically throughout the day, me keeping her abreast of my indulgence and her encouragement and praise for my perverse addiction.

I will hate returning to work on Monday.