The Secrets We Hide

<p>Creating our fantasy jars filled with love notes of our secret desires was a way to revive the monotonous routine that had become our marriage. </p><p>But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn't prepared for. </p><p><br></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong>To watch my wife</strong></p><p>I never knew that he was a voyeur. </p><p>I didn't realize he had a hunger to witness another man give me pleasure. </p><p>And I had no idea I would like it as much as I did. </p><p><br></p><p>Meeting the perfect man to fulfill this desire was easy.</p><p>Having him take me in the corner of a dark club while my husband watched was surprisingly simple. </p><p>Running into the sexy stranger the next day at a new client meeting extremely problematic. </p><p><br></p><p>Especially because I never told him I was married. Especially because a desire still burns for both him and for my husband. And the secrets we hide could destroy us all. </p>