In the dimly lit room, the wife's eyes meet her husband's as she begins to pleasure herself, her fingers dancing over her clit in a way that makes him jealous. She moans softly, her body writhing with pleasure, knowing that he's watching her every move. She teases him, showing him what he can't have, what he can only watch from a distance. Her fingers delve deeper, plunging into her wetness, her breath coming in short gasps as she brings herself closer to the edge. She loves the power she holds over him in these moments, and she knows he loves it too, even if he can't admit it.