Indulgence

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.