The wife, her yoga pants and tights a second skin, taunts her husband with her wet, hungry cunt. She fingers herself, the friction of the fabric against her clit driving her wild. She grinds on her hand, her pants darkening with her arousal, her husband's gaze locked on her every movement. She knows she's in control, her husband her eager plaything, as she brings herself closer to orgasm, her pants a barrier and a tool in her game of dominance.