My husband likes to watch.

For years, my husband would encourage me to flirt with other men. I did it, not just because he liked to watch, but because I knew exactly what it did to him, and he'd make me pay for the teasing once the doors closed. That was the deal, and nobody ever crossed the line.

I kissed another man in front of my husband. I didn't check if he was watching.

That should have been the end of it. One kiss from a stranger at our bar, my husband taking me hard the second we got home, and a story we'd laugh about for years.

Except my husband didn't want to laugh about it. He wanted me to call the stranger back. He wanted me to go on a date with him. He wanted to hear every detail of what happened afterward.
The date turned into a hotel room. The hotel room turned into a party. And every line I thought I'd never cross, I crossed, with my husband watching, then joining. At the end, neither of us knew who wanted it more.