Csrman Chuck, a man of refined tastes, is drawn to his wife's intimate apparel like a moth to a flame. In his hands, her wet panties, a pair of sultry red silk, are a treasure to be savored. He presses them to his face, his breath quickening as he takes in the heady aroma of her desire, a scent that promises untold pleasures, a scent that he knows all too well, a scent that he craves.