In the hushed hours of the night, a restless wife seeks solace in the arms of another. Her husband's snores echo through the empty halls of their home as she tiptoes to the door, a sense of guilt gnawing at her but not enough to deter her from her destination. The stranger's apartment is warm, his body warmer still as he embraces her, his hands roaming over her curves, his lips tasting her skin. She moans softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, as he lifts her onto the table, spreading her thighs and burying his face between them. Her climax comes swiftly, a silent scream muffled by his mouth, as she rides the wave of her transgression.