After viewing the security video, you hear someone cough behind you. Your wife clears her throat. You hunch over in the office chair and pretend not to hear her. Your hand scrambles for the mouse. You try to find the cursor on the monitor. That damn tiny arrow, you can't see it.
You feel a soft hand curl atop yours. You turn your head to the side and find that your wife is smiling at you. She looks down at your lap and smirks. Busted.
You had been jacking off to the video. Splooge covers your hand. Your wife reaches down and dips a finger into the gunk. With the tip of her tongue, she dabs a drop from her finger.
"Mm, not bad," she says. "So, you're not upset then?"
"I guess not. I mean, I don't know. I was furious at first."
"But then you got turned on?"
"I think that's obvious."
"He'll be back next week. You want to listen in? Maybe even watch?"
"I haven't completely wrapped my head around this yet. And you're talking about doing it again, with me watching? I don't think so. We need to discuss some - "
"What was your favorite part?" your wife interrupts with a question.