No

Paula took her satin nightgown off and hung it on a hook behind the bathroom door. She turned towards the mirror to take a look at her once bombshell body. Her tits were getting a bit saggy for her taste. She cupped her left breast in her hand and raised it an inch - "There, perfect." she thought. She ran her hand down her stomach and placed it on her hip, unsatisfied with what she saw in the mirror. "I used to be so hot, beauty is too fucking hard to maintain for women." She turned to the shower and got in, Jack was still sleeping like a log, so she had some time for herself. As the warm water started pouring down her shoulders she felt relaxation engulf her body. She felt younger and less focused on the daily routine, her commute to her boring job that basically boils down to data entry and soulless corporate grind. In her mind, there was nothing but her and the water droplets splashing around the shower, ricocheting off her soft skin and sliding down the shower glass.

Although, she wasn't thinking about herself, or Jack for that matter. All she could think about was thinking about hands... Stranger's hands running down her body, stranger's hands cupping her tits and squeezing them while she moaned in pleasure, stranger's hands sliding down her thighs and rubbing her wet clit... "No!! That's wrong." She felt guilty, but the feeling was so genuine. She didn't even realize her hand was between her legs, playing with her pussy. "Aaah... There, perfect." She slid her middle and ring finger inside her wet slit and slowly started penetrating herself while hot water from the shower poured over her perky tits and splashed around. "Nhhh yes... oh yes... mmmmm fuck..." She cupped her left breast and imagined a man standing behind her doing this to her. Was it Jack? She wasn't sure, but that did not matter to her now. She slid her fingers fully inside her pussy and moaned in pleasure. She lost track of time while she continued to finger herself to orgasm that was loud enough to wake Jack up.

Finally, she exhaled and got out of the shower, her eyes hiding guilt.

Paula found her husband still half asleep, he spread himself all over the bed now that there was more room than he could use. Was it him she imagined using her in the shower? She wondered if his cock was still hard. Was it even hard for her or was it simply morning wood? Could it be that he dreamt of another?