I remember the way the music pulsed through my veins as I danced with my new friends, the heat of their bodies pressing against mine. The club was a blur of flashing lights and throbbing bass, but I was hyper-focused on the way my husband’s eyes widened as I lost my panties in the crowd. It was a thrill, a rush of power, knowing I was the center of attention, the object of desire. I could feel the eyes on me, the whispers, the hunger. And I loved every second of it. The way my body moved, the way I commanded the room, it was intoxicating. I was in control, and I was going to make sure everyone knew it. The night was young, and I was just getting started.


