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.

But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn't prepared for.

I never knew that he was a voyeur.

I didn't realize he had a hunger to witness another man give me pleasure.

And I had no idea I would like it as much as I did.

Meeting the perfect man to fulfill this desire was easy.

Having him take me in the corner of a dark club while my husband watched was surprisingly simple.

Running into the sexy stranger the next day at a new client meeting, extremely problematic.

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.