I’m standing here, dress in hand, feeling the cool air on my skin as I slip it off, knowing my husband is at home, trusting me, supporting me. It’s a rush, this freedom, this power. I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, and he’s okay with it. It’s not just about the sex, though that’s incredible, it’s about the control, the choice, the absolute freedom to be who I am and want what I want. I love my life, I love my husband, and I love the way he lets me live it to the fullest.