A mischievous glint in her eye, the Indian wife, left to her own devices, decides to indulge in a secret pleasure. She slips into the ensuite bathroom, her sari whispering against her skin. She locks the door, her heart pounding with anticipation. She slowly unravels the sari, revealing her naked body, her dark skin contrasting against the bright whites of the bathroom. She turns on the shower, the steam filling the room, and starts to touch herself, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, her breath hitching as she teases her clit. She leans against the wall, her body arching as she rides out her climax, her moans muffled by the sound of the running water.