In the quiet of their shared home, the wife finds solace in her own touch. She lies back on the bed, her legs falling open, her fingers exploring the wet heat between them. She remembers the last time her husband touched her, the way his calloused hands felt against her soft skin. She imagines it's him touching her now, his fingers thrusting in and out of her, his thumb pressing down on her clit. Her breath hitches as she feels the familiar build, her body tensing as she comes undone, her husband's name a whispered sigh on her lips.