Went to a garden center today to pick out new plants for the balcony. Got so fucking distracted staring at a woman in yoga pants bending over the succulents. My cock instantly got hard, and all I could think about was pushing her against the display, hiking up that tight fabric, and burying myself in her from behind while she screamed. I had to leave without buying anything. Now I'm home, my wife is reading on the couch, and I'm sitting here with this aching erection, wondering if she can smell the guilt on me. I want to tell her. I want to kneel at her feet, confess the whole sick fantasy, and beg her to punish me for it. The thought of her making me strip and masturbate in front of her while she watches with disgust is the only thing that calms the itch under my skin. I'm a garden that only grows poison, and she's the only one who knows how to prune me back.