The wife, a picture of domestic bliss, lets her guard down once the house is empty. She sprawls on the bed, her hand sliding down her body, under her skirt, to find her throbbing clit. Her breath hitches as she imagines her husband's touch, her fingers mimicking his thrusts. She's a woman possessed, her body aching for release, her cries filling the room as she brings herself to a shuddering climax.