But you’re not in place where you can do anything about it.
What do you do?
Foreplay begins with conversation 
I’d lean over and whisper all sorts of dirty things in her ear describing all the fun we’ll have once we get somewhere more appropriate. Then we’d get riled up watching each other try to stay focused on whatever it is we’re doing that prevents us from going home and rutting like weasels.
Duck into a broom closet and hope you don’t get busted!
Do it anyway.
(this is known around the house as Pulling a Cinco de Mayo)
Good lord! I don’t have In The Mood in iTunes!
“. . . and it was great, but I don’t think her bridge club will ever come back again.”
Cope.
Ram your testicles into the corner of a table.
Her sister.
Spend a day having wonderful fantasies.
I seriously think that men are at an evolutionary disadvantage when it comes to being in situations where overtly sexual behaviour is discouraged. Nothing like fantasising your way through a dull office meeting. Some scientist should work on that for the poor dears. 
Groan and have a beer. Or a whiskey. Or a cigarette.
Or all three.
What on earth makes you think that we don’t sit through long boring staff meetings fantasizing about that cute new secretary? Just look around the table. Any guy who is smiling during a staff meeting for more than the length of one joke is not thinking about business. And if he remains seated after the meeting he sure ain’t putting his notes in order
Really? You guys are thinking the same thing we are during meetings? What keeps us all from hooking up? Everyone has always been so polite and professional during my meetings. Shame, that.
True. I used meeting as an example. But it would be a little more difficult to deal with arousal in the supermarket or when sitting around with colleagues (with no table!). Women don’t really have that issue. 
I was really horny when I was pregnant, too.
That’s what a certain person, let’s call him Doc since he used to be our pediatrician, did.
The wife’s sister turned up 9 years later to claim her daughter back. Since the daughter happened to be only 8, she couldn’t say anything during her own custody proceedings. The ensuing divorce saw the eldest daughter (12, so she got to choose) and one of the twins (10, couldn’t opine) living with Doc’s now-ex-wife; the other twin with Doc, because judges just love to split twins.
Please, don’t. Anybody but her sister.
Fantasize. Alternatively, if we know we’re going to be unable to do the deed for a while, we’ll each excuse ourselves to the bathroom and take care of it ourselves, then tell (whisper) each other about it upon our return. Usually, by the time we’re able to get together, we’re both worked up again and the result is pretty explosive.
: pant pant pant pant : THREE! NO! TRUMP! :sigh:
If my spouse is with me, I rub her hands, hug her, kiss behind her ears, make promises for later.
If she’s not with me, I start planning an ‘I appreciate my wife’ evening. Where can I bring home take-out from that’s different? (Note: you Must call her and ask her not to cook tonight. If there is a meat-item that she’s been defrosting or will go bad if not cooked this very night, and you bring home food, its cold-shower-city for at least a week.)
Is there wine in the winerack? Could I rent something she’d find romantic from Block-buster? What small gift could I get her that she’d appreciate and could use? Where around here sells good truffles?
I find there’s never any situation where one cant find a place to fuck.
If you’re alone, I suggest getting an online mistress. I’m half serious. I have a few and it works out really well.