After getting married, my wife became a full-time homemaker. One day, she suggested having a casual drink at home during the weekend with her former boss. I kindly agreed, telling her to enjoy herself without worry. That night, after confirming she had gone out with her superior, I went to the living room for coffee, only to find her former boss sitting there alone. As I turned to leave, my wife suddenly rushed in, clung to him, and confessed that our physical compatibility was poor and that she had been cheating. Then, she began touching my crotch. I protested, saying this was wrong, but she refused to let go. Later, my wife returned home, and I retreated to my room. About an hour later, the door opened and she entered, saying she had come back because her ex-boss passed out drunk. She provocatively approached me. When I said this was wrong, she replied, "Then just do it yourself," and slowly began masturbating. I couldn't look away, my erection growing as I held myself back, until I finally reached out to touch her—only to have my hand slapped away. "You do it yourself," she snapped. Unable to endure any longer, I climaxed right there. "I can't hold back," I admitted. "This is just play," she whispered, and kissed me deeply.