Lonely nights away from his wife send his mind racing with images of her pleasuring herself, her moans echoing in his mind as he pictures her fingers dancing on her clit, her free hand cupping her breast, pinching her nipple. She claims fidelity, but her words are a whisper against the loud, wet sounds of her desire. He imagines others admiring her, craving her, their eyes locked on her "panochita," as she calls it, making her squirm with delight.