Let your wife sleep

Looking at your beautiful sexy wife sitting there in bra and blue jeans, you sigh with regret. "I know. It is late. I'm tired, too."

"I'm sorry, honey." She smiles warmly at you. "Maybe this weekend we can make time to spend together."

As you both head upstairs, you begin to contemplate the need to find release on your own terms. You go into the bathroom and begin brushing your teeth, as Sam gets changed into a nighty in the bedroom.

You'd really rather have sex with her than with "Mr. Hand", any day of the week, but the aching between your legs is pretty intense. As you pass in the hall, she on the way to brush her teeth, you on the way to get undressed in your room, your gaze fixes on her firm, round bottom, underneath the flimsy nighty.

From your bedroom, you hear the sound of her brushing her teeth. You unzip your pants, pull them off, and toss them on the floor at the foot of the bed. She's still in there brushing her teeth.