Bored and neglected, young Mrs. Johnson retreats to her bedroom, the house empty save for the hum of the appliances. She strips off her modest clothes, revealing a body that's still firm and full. Her panties are damp with desire as she climbs onto the bed, legs spread, fingers probing her wet folds. She moans softly, imagining her husband's touch, her hips grinding against her hand. Her other hand squeezes her breasts, pinching her nipples to hard peaks. She's a lonely wife, seeking solace in her own touch.