When Mrs. Johnson's husband goes away for business, she thinks she'll be left alone with her thoughts. But once the front door closes, her mind wanders to the naughty places she keeps hidden. She starts slowly, teasing herself through her lacy lingerie, but soon she's bare and writhing, her fingers plunging deep into her aching pussy. She imagines her husband's touch, his mouth, his cock, and she moans aloud, her body shaking with taboo pleasure.