The wife, alone in the house, her body yearning for touch, turns to the only companion she has - her hand. She slips it beneath her skirt, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, hungry circles. Her moans fill the room, her body writhing as she brings herself closer to the edge. With a cry, she shatters, her orgasm pulsing through her, leaving her a quivering, satisfied mess. But her pleasure isn't complete until she sees the evidence of her sin - her husband's cock, thick and hard, pulsing as it releases a torrent of cum, coating her hand, her face, her body, a marking of her solo indulgence.