Dinner. HE eats absently, his eyes fixed on the television screen. SHE, she looks at him from time to time, then looks down at her plate. They do not speak, there is no longer any exchange between them. She thinks: it has not always been so. Before, they made love often and everywhere, even in the bathtub ... And then, little by little, boredom took hold. The husband took the place of the lover. When they make love, it is stupidly, without an ounce of fantasy. She can no longer enjoy with him. So she creates fantasies for herself. And at night, while he snores at his side, she masturbates imagining groups of virile men and women overexcited, eager for pleasure, ready for all the follies, all the perversities, and who would make her come, enjoy, enjoy ...