"He was so big, so hard," she whispers, thrusting two fingers deep, mimicking the rhythm of their secret tryst. Her clit throbs, engorged and eager for more. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, as her other hand squeezes her nipple, pinching and pulling. She's close, her breath coming in ragged gasps, when the front door creaks open. "Shit," she mutters, hastily covering herself as her husband calls out, "I forgot my lunch!"