Hidden from her husband's knowing gaze, she sneaks into their bathroom, locking the door behind her. The mirror reflects her flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and the subtle rise and fall of her breasts. She lifts her skirt, revealing her lace panties, and slips a hand inside. Her fingers find her clit, circling it, teasing it, as she leans against the counter, her knees weakening. She imagines her husband's voice, his commands, his touch, and it's not long before she's crying out, her body convulsing with a secret, forbidden pleasure.