The scent of her husband's cologne still lingers on the pillows, driving his wife wild with longing. She traces the empty space beside her, her touch yearning for his warmth. Her fingers drift down her body, slipping beneath her lace panties, finding her slick folds. She imagines her husband's tongue replacing her fingers, his beard tickling her inner thighs as he devours her. Her hips buck as she pleasures herself, her cries echoing in the silent room, her body craving the fulfillment only her husband can provide.