The weight of marriage, the isolation of the conjugal bed, drives him to the brink. Alone, he retreats to his secret stash, a trove of 'girls' waiting, eager. He selects one, her curves familiar, her holes welcoming. He fucks her, hard, his imagination filling the void. He's insatiable, his lust unquenched. Yet, he's a husband, a facade of normalcy, his true self hidden, his desires whispered in the dark.