In the quiet of their home, a wife, drawn by an insatiable curiosity, retreats to their bedroom. She lies back on the bed, her fingers slowly tracing the hem of her skirt. With a tantalizing hesitation, she lifts it, revealing her lace panties, already damp with anticipation. Her eyes closed, she slips a finger beneath the fabric, finding her clit, already engorged. She circles it, biting her lip to suppress a moan, her other hand teasing her breast through her blouse. She imagines her husband's touch, his lips on her neck, his hands roaming her body. Her fingers pick up the pace, plunging into her wetness, filling her, as she pictures him driving into her, thrusting hard, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.