I can still feel the silk of that nightgown against my skin, the way it clung to my curves as I stood there, a vision of temptation. My husband’s eyes were wide, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of me, his fantasy made flesh. I knew what he was thinking, what he wanted, and I was ready to give it to him. The way I moved, the way I looked at him, it was all for him, to drive him wild, to make him mine. And when I saw the hunger in his eyes, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.