In the quietude of their home, a wife, unsatisfied by her husband's absence, finds solace in the forbidden. She slips into their dimly lit bedroom, the cool air kissing her skin as she begins to undress. Her heart races as she catches sight of herself in the mirror, her body clad only in a thin, silken robe. She sits on the edge of their bed, her legs parting slightly, revealing the soft, damp curls at the juncture of her thighs. She watches herself in the mirror, her hand tracing a path down her body, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen with desire. She imagines her husband watching her, his eyes dark with lust, and it spurs her on. Her fingers delve deeper, her breath coming in short gasps as she brings herself closer and closer to the edge.