In the throes of her fantasy, she's not the faithful wife anymore, but a wanton lover, writhing in pleasure. She envisions her forbidden paramour, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. She feels the phantom touch of his hands on her breasts, his lips on her neck, his hardness pressing against her. Her masturbation becomes a dance of lust, a raw, primal act of self-love, fueled by the heat of her infidelity fantasy.