After a long day, the lonely housewife finds herself craving something more than sleep. She wanders to the kitchen, flicking on the dim light, her eyes drawn to the clock. It's late, but her body doesn't care, it's hungry. Her fingers trace the edge of the counter, her mind drifting to the throbbing hardness she knows she can find. She's not the only one awake, and her husband's late-night stiffness is just what she needs to satisfy her insatiable appetite.