A friendly hand

The door to the bathroom opened and closed behind you. You weren't necessarily paying attention, so you didn't notice when a pair of soft, gentle arms wrapped around your waist. "Hey, you," a familiar voice said.

It was Emma? "What are you doing in here?" You asked, but made no effort to break from her embrace.

"I came to see you, silly," she giggled, her hands lowering. One gripped your crotch and began to rub your cock through your pants.

"Emma, what are you doing?" You jolted, though you still didn't move away from her.

"Hush now, John. Let me take care of you," she cooed in your ear. You were conflicted. On the one hand, you used to dream about this all the time. On the other, you were married.