I wanted to explore, be spontaneous, feel the thrill of being caught or better yet being watched by strangers who found our sex act intriguing enough ...o be spectators. I have bee doing some researching on my own and many articles talked about doing stuff spontaneous to spice things up like going outdoors, in the mountains, while going on a road trip or even a dark parking lot on a shopping plaza. I wanted to go somewhere, where I could scream, get loudly as I could and get naked without being. She told me she wasn’t in the mood right now. I kind of got pissed and told her I hadn’t had her in over a week, so she reluctantly gave in. There was no foreplay or anything, she just laid there, spread her legs. When I entered her, it felt different for some reason. She was already wet, but wasn’t as tight as she normally was. It took like 5 or 6 minutes and I came. She didn’t but she said she was good. She got up and dressed and then made dinner.It was about 8 months later, right after our. I never used my real name or email. There shouldn’t have been anyway to find me. No one knew, I was certain. These thoughts kept me tossing and turning for hours. I eventually gave up on sleep. With nothing left to clean or watch I was forced to face the den. I had to get rid of the stuff. So I opened the door, and saw nothing. Everything was exactly as I left it before HE came. I know my kitchen was missing I noticed yesterday. I went to the closet. Locked like I always have it. I grab the key. I picked out about 10, with blonde hair, that I thought she would like and I showed them to her. She looked at the pics and immediately spotted the one she wanted. He was a 32 year old fireman in the city about 40miles from where we live. She asked me to set up a first meeting at a pub so we could get to know eachother and see if there was any Chemistry before we decide to go through with it. The next weekend we met Dave in a bar downtown. My wife and Dave hit it off right away. She was.