"I can't tell my wife," he whispers, his hands already roaming over her curves. She gasps, her breath hitching as he palms her big, firm breasts through her thin blouse. The kitchen is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustling of groceries forgotten on the counter. She knows she should stop, but the taboo of it all, the danger of getting caught, only serves to heighten her arousal. She wants him to shake that snake, to fill her with his forbidden desire.