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‘Oh, you’re home,’ his wife said. ‘I didn’t hear you come in.’

‘Yeah, just got here,’ he said.

‘Dinner’s ready. You want to eat now?’

‘Sure. Or, you know, whenever.’ His wife looked at him and he turned quickly to the fridge.

‘You OK?’ she asked.

‘Yeah, fine. Why?’ He took a beer out and reached for a glass.

‘I dunno. You just seem … weird. Edgy.’

He poured the beer. ‘You want one?’

‘Well, not really. It’s Wednesday.’

‘So?’

‘You know I do Pilates Wednesday nights.’ She peered over his shoulder. ‘OK, what’s wrong? Could you just –’ she touched him on the shoulder ‘– turn around so we can have an actual conversation?’

He plastered a smile on his face and turned around. Willed himself not to feel that dried, crackly feeling above his lip. ‘What? I’m fine. Just … been a long day at work, is all.’ He took a sip from his glass. Eyes wide.

‘Well, OK,’ she said, a slight furrow in her brow. Her eyes searched his face and he felt a flush start to rise. Nothing there to see. Nothing there to see. ‘Are you hot? You’re getting red.’ She put a hand to his forehead. ‘Maybe you’re coming down with something.’

‘I’m fine, hon, really,’ he said, submitting to the kiss on the forehead she used to test his temperature. ‘I just – it was hot in the office today. I’ve been sweating.’ That was true. He had been sweating through his meetings that afternoon.

‘Phew, sorry, hon, yeah,’ she said, laughing and pulling away. ‘You need a shower.’

‘Yeah, ha, sorry,’ he said, a little wanly. ‘I’m so beat though, I might just flake out on the couch.’

‘Well, OK, Mr Stinky,’ she teased. She moved to grab a hoodie and a yoga mat. His heartbeat started to return to normal. ‘I’ll be back around eight thirty or so.’ She grabbed her keys. Then –

‘Hey! You never gave me a kiss when you came in.’ His heart-rate immediately skyrocketed as she reached up to him for a little peck. She pressed closed lips firmly against his. One hand on his cheek, she pulled away and began brushing the side of his face with her thumb. ‘You got a little something on your lip here, hon.’

He opened his mouth. But only a strangled little sound came out.

‘What were you eating, a doughnut or something?’ He almost passed out as she licked her thumb and wiped again.

As she walked out the door she called back over her shoulder, ‘See you in a bit! And darling, you really should rethink that shower. You smell a little funky.’

* * *

Just before 8.30 p.m. he sat unseeingly staring at some mindless TV show. He couldn’t help but intermittently and without thinking press down on his half-hard dick just to give it some sensation, something to combat – or perhaps spur on, he wasn’t sure – all of the longing he felt in his groin. Then his phone, set on silent and sitting on the end table, lit up. He flicked a glance at the screen. And his stomach lurched into his throat.

It was an email.

It was her.

He grabbed his phone, eyes darting around instinctively.

I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A NICE EVENING! he started reading. He looked at the clock. His wife would be home any minute. He read on. AND THAT YOU’VE BEEN A GOOD LITTLE BOY AND BORNE YOUR PUNISHMENT. ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR SHOWER IN THE MORNING? JUST TO GET CLEANED UP? OR IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE? BECAUSE I CAN TELL, YOU’RE A LITTLE SHOWER WANKER, AREN’T YOU? WELL, YOU’RE A LITTLE WANKER FULL STOP. ARE YOU BEATING IT RIGHT NOW, LOVE? He looked down at his hand on his groin. Blushed. OR ARE YOU WAITING UNTIL TOMORROW? MAYBE BOTH!

WELL, YOU RUB IT IN THE SHOWER IF YOU WANT, SWEETIE. BUT REALLY, TRY AND HOLD BACK THIS TIME, OK? AND IF IT ONLY TAKES YOU TWO MINUTES AGAIN, LIKE THE PATHETIC DISPLAY I SAW TODAY, THEN IT WOULD SEEM YOU HAVE A LITTLE PROBLEM. DO YOU, LITTLE BOY? BECAUSE I KNOW TWO WORDS THAT WOULD DESCRIBE WHAT I SAW IN MY OFFICE TODAY, ONE THAT STARTS WITH P AND THE OTHER WITH E

There was more. Dear lord, it went on. But he heard the front door open just then, his wife’s footsteps coming into the foyer. Quickly he clicked off his phone as she walked into the room.

‘Hon, you’re absolutely beet red!’ she gasped when she saw him. ‘You’re sick. I knew it!’ She put her things down and came over to feel his face. ‘Yes, hot, hot, hot.’ She clicked off the TV. ‘Up you go and get some sleep! If you don’t rest up you’ll be no good for work tomorrow.’

He read the rest of her email in bed, listening to his wife bustle around downstairs, one hand holding his phone, the other holding his rock-hard shaft. He couldn’t even wait until tomorrow morning in the shower. He tried to hold back, like she said, but his mind was abuzz, his body felt greedy. Even as he tried to deny the truth of what she was saying, his body betrayed him. He didn’t even get to the end of her email before his demanding cock was spent.

She had instructions. Instructions for what to do if he wanted help for his, his problem.

It started with arriving at her office the next morning.