I remember the first time I invited my lover to join my husband and me. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel the heat radiating off their bodies as they stood there, waiting for my command. I was in control, and they both knew it. I told them to strip, and as they obeyed, I could see the hunger in their eyes. My husband, always the obedient one, knelt before me, ready to serve. My lover, on the other hand, had a different kind of hunger, one that I was eager to satisfy. I ordered them to touch each other, to explore each other’s bodies, and as they did, I could feel the power I held over them. It was intoxicating, and I knew I wanted more. I told them to take turns pleasuring me, and as they did, I could feel the pleasure building inside me. It was a night of pure ecstasy, and I knew I wanted to experience it again and again.