I'm on vacation, a difficult time for married wankers. My wife is two meters across the table from me, playing on her cell phone. As it's very hot, she's half-naked, her ample, heavy breasts almost completely uncovered. I discreetly pull my knickers apart, masturbating slowly so as not to give myself away. My penis, half erect, is swollen with frustration. It drips a little onto the floor.

Wednesday. Another whole day alone with my penis at work. All I can think about is masturbating. All I do is masturbate. Resisting it is as futile as trying to control the tides. I hear my colleagues' computer keyboards clacking away while I feverishly stroke my beloved cock. That's just how I am, it's my nature, what else can I do but masturbate? The very thought of it turns me on.