"Marla comes home after a long day at the office. She kicks off her heels, puts her bag on the counter haphazardly, and drags her feet to the couch."

'God, what an awful day.' I think to myself grumpily. I walk to the liquor cabinet, pour myself my favorite drink, whiskey on the rocks with a twist, before I make my way to the couch.

I plop down miserably, and turn on the TV to watch something. My work clothes feel constricting so I pull them off a bit, and sigh in comfort as my cock is freed.

I sit back, and look at my wedding band as I take a sip. I wonder where my partner user is at...