We were spending the day in Paris when I met a man from Belgium who immediately caught my attention. By the end of the evening, I had already decided that the night would not belong to my husband. I invited him to our hotel room, and he accepted without hesitation. The night unfolded exactly as I wanted it to: intimate, controlled, unforgettable. And when it was over, I made it clear to my husband that his role had not been forgotten. He was supposed to lick me clean, down to the last drop.
