Something was missing. Deep down, I wasn't satisfied.

It all started with dinner and a blindfold.  We led each other down a path we didn't know if we'd be able to return from. We saw a side of each other we'd never seen before. What's more . . . we liked it.

Indulging in our sexuality was the best thing we'd done for our marriage, for ourselves.

Until it wasn't.

Some lines couldn't be uncrossed. Some things couldn't be undone. What happened when you indulged too much?