The house is empty, save for the echoes of her husband's absence. She's a mature woman, but her desires are far from muted. She retreats to their bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She slips off her robe, revealing a body that's seen childbirth and age, but still holds a certain allure. She lies back on the bed, her legs spread, her fingers finding her wet folds. She thinks of her husband, of his massive cock, of the way he fills her completely. She's an amateur at this, but her hunger is expertly honed. She's no longer just a wife, a mother; she's a woman with desires, and she's claiming them, one orgasm at a time.