Under the cloak of night, a wife sneaks into the bathroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She locks the door, leaning against it, her breath hitching as she slips a hand beneath her silk robe. Her fingers find their way to her wet, throbbing center, circling, teasing, as she imagines her husband's touch. She bites her lip to stifle her moans, lost in her own world, her body tensing as she nears the edge.