Charlb's wife, a picture of domesticity in her apron, feels a sudden surge of heat between her legs. She excuses herself, her heart pounding as she locks the bathroom door behind her. She leans against the counter, her hand slipping beneath her dress, finding her panties soaked. She rubs her clit, gasping at the intensity, her fingers plunging in and out of her wet pussy, her mind filled with taboo thoughts of her husband watching, wanting.