Daria, still in her wedding dress and sheer stockings, sneaks away from her reception, heart pounding with excitement and guilt. She's never been one to cheat, but the alcohol and her husband's old friends have ignited a fire within her. She finds a quiet corner, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she hikes up her dress, revealing her tan thighs and the delicate nylon encasing them. She runs a hand up her stocking, feeling the delicate fabric and her own heat, before slipping a hand between her legs, imagining the forbidden touch of one of her husband's friends.