In the living room, the husband watches his wife, her eyes glued to the TV, the news alarming, the world outside uncertain. He yearns for her, her curves, her warmth. Slipping a hand beneath her dress, he finds her wet, ready. He pulls out a hefty black dildo, a replica of the BBC they both fantasize about. Slowly, he pushes it into her, watching her face contort with pleasure, her body tense with the effort to stay silent. He fucks her with the toy, his hand a blur, his breath ragged. She comes undone, her cries echoing in the room, her juices dripping down her thighs as she rides out her orgasm, the news forgotten, the world outside momentarily pushed aside.