In the soft glow of the reading lamp, a wife's hands find their purpose. She's been craving this, the feel of him, the power she holds in her hands. She starts at the base, her grip tight but not too tight, her rhythm steady. His breath deepens, his eyes flutter closed as she works him, her touch confident, her movements fluid. She's a handjob connoisseur, her technique honed from years of practice, her hands a tool of pleasure, of ecstasy, of release.