Masturbate to thoughts and images of Eloise

When I got home, I kissed my wife hello and stuck my head into my son's room to tell him hello. He was playing Madden, as usual. "Hey, bud, how was school today?"

"Fine," he said, his voice monotone and his eyes glued to the screen."

"You want to do anything tonight? Play some golf on the Xbox? Watch some TV?"

"I don't know," he answered. His way of saying that he MIGHT be open to hanging out if I came up with a better idea.

"Well, let me know, I'll be downstairs with your mom." I headed back downstairs to listen to my wife's rendition of how wronged she had been at work during the day. Don't get me wrong, her manager and assistant manager do treat her and her coworkers like garbage. I know she is depressed, so that doesn't help, but she doesn't put in the effort to look for another job, nor does she follow the advice of her therapist as to how to deal with her issues on an emotional level. She is like so many others, trapped in a place where she hates her life but seemingly unable to do anything to change what she hates about her life, or about herself.

After she was done going over her day, we had a bit of dinner and watched a bit of TV. Around 8:30 she got up. "Sorry, honey, I can't stay up another minute, I'm exhausted. I love you, see you tomorrow." We kissed good night and she headed upstairs.

I watched TV by myself a bit, feeling lonely, frustrated, and unappreciated. I couldn't quite bring myself to text Eloise, especially after our earlier conversation regarding my appreciation of her breasts. I pulled up her Facebook page to learn more about her and ended up in her photo album.

Turned out she was really interesting! Played track & field in high school and college... liked outdoorsy things but also loved to dress up in elegant clothes for a night on the town. Her infectious smile and bodacious breasts filled my mind. I closed my eyes and fantasized about how our conversation earlier might have gone. As I became more aroused, my growing cock became uncomfortably engorged, trapped as it was by my jeans.

I unbuttoned and unzipped and started slowly stroking myself, masturbating to thoughts of my sexy coworker while my wife and son were just upstairs from me. Short vignettes flashed through my mind: Eloise showing herself to me, pressing herself against me, kissing my lips tenderly... My middle finger pressed into my perineum to keep from ejaculating, I finally reached orgasm.

Spent and exhausted, I buttoned up my jeans and headed upstairs to a share the bed with my sleeping wife.