A married woman, her husband away on business, is left to her own devices. She spends her days in idle, her body aching for touch, for release. One afternoon, she decides to indulge in a secret pleasure. She locks the door, undresses, and lies back on the bed, her hands exploring her body, her touch growing more urgent. She imagines her husband's hands, his mouth, his cock, and it sends waves of pleasure through her. She fingers herself, her body writhing, her moans filling the empty house. Just as she's about to find her climax, she hears a noise, a car door slamming. Panicked, she quickly covers herself, her heart pounding, her body yearning for more.