I have been receiving some feedback for these stories of our adventures that I have been posting here. Many favorable comments and some good critiques of my writing skills, such that they are. I thank all of you who take the time to write (as well as those who have voted). I doubt that our chronicles are spicy enough to garner great popularity, but the kind words definitely keep me writing.

A common theme to a certain percentage of the feedback bemoans the fact that although the writer would love to be able to do the things that we have done, the writer's spouse or partner would never go for such things. A bit of a surprise has been the few e-mails from women complaining that their husband is too conservative to go for such things, but thinking about it I have to admit that I know guys like that. The writer will usually continue with comments about how bold and daring we have been in our adventures.

In response to the first part about an unwilling partner, I can only offer the following advice. If someone had come up to me the day before our after-dinner adventure and told me of the course that my relationship with my wife would take over the coming year, I would have shaken my head sadly and told him that he had confused me for some other guy with some other wife. Quite frankly, I would not have had it in me to laugh in his face at that point. I would never have believed that any of it was possible. If there is any real secret to the success of our relationship, it is only the trust and respect that we have developed for each other. Accepting each other for who we are and being able to discuss thoughts and desires openly without repercussions goes an awful long way.

By no means did all of this happen overnight. In all truth, we initially moved extremely slowly with things. The events presented in these stories related here were definitely highlights spread out over many months. It may seem like we were fairly daring and that our play was always sexual, but in reality it was not like we were out there doing this sort of thing every night or even every weekend. For the most part, we stuck with a few basic scenarios that Katie felt comfortable with and worked on building her confidence. If I had always been trying to push the boundaries, it would have been a constant battle. If the basics tended to be a little mundane most of the time, my reward was that it did lead to these few memorable occurrences and that these occurrences were happening with a bit more frequency as we went along. If not for the mundane, there would have been no chance of anything more.

So most of our nudity was still private; basically at home, in our car late at night, or some other secure place where it was nearly guaranteed that nobody would ever see her. However, as Katie relaxed more to being naked in general, she was also getting more comfortable with our "public" nudity. Not that it was exactly "public" in the sense that there was actually someone there to witness her display firsthand, mind you. Though, as these stories attest, that did happen a few times. More just that it was "public" in the sense that the only barriers to stop anyone from possibly wandering by and getting a peek was a remote location or a time of day that left the area deserted rather than an actual locked door or fully private area. If someone happened to be in the right place at the right time, there was nothing to stop them from getting a show. Scenarios such as our forays around town late at night, out in the far corners of the local state park or other country fields and woods, and other deserted areas fell into this category.

One area that developed into a favorite of Katie's was my office after working hours. I found it surprising that Katie warmed up so readily to getting naked there because it was probably the riskiest location for us to be doing such things. I think that she saw it as being private because some random stranger could not just wander in on us since we were behind locked doors. Conversely, I considered it to be more public because other people did have a key to the building and there was some likelihood that they might pop in for some reason. Further, the stakes were much higher if only because any person we encountered there would definitely know us and could use our indiscretions against us. Despite the fact that I would typically choose times to do my backups when there was little chance that anybody would be in the office doing any work, there was still that chance that someone could come in.

So Katie felt safe because she was behind locked doors and I was not really going to argue with her because, as I have said in the past, a lot of the thrill for me is the contrast of the situation. The sense of things being decidedly out of place. Hence, the office was a natural. During the day the suits and ties; deadlines; and dealing with the boss, clients, and coworkers contrasted very nicely with my naked wife by night.

It was at the office that things had a chance to develop along some different lines. For the most part, our exploits were mainly about the idea of exhibitionism even if not the actual fact. There were a couple times that we did more than just show her off. The car dealership was more about the role that Katie was playing than about what she was showing. The encounter with the salesgirl also took things beyond just basic exposure. Especially towards the beginning of this adventure, there were times when I wondered if all of this was ever going to amount to something. Then these moments would come along, however, when I could see that things were changing. The car dealership and the fishermen were big steps, but they were not quite as telling if only because I had spent a fair amount of effort to instigate them. More telling were the times that Katie herself instigated things that pushed the boundaries further than even I was expecting.

Despite her seemingly passive role in our very first adventure, it was my first sign of things to come. To this day, Katie definitely has a stubborn streak in her. I kid her that the only real change has been to soften her competitive edge a bit. She could have fought me on what I was attempting to do and that would have been the end of it right then and there. Our relationship would have probably ended that evening as well. One of the bravest things that she ever did was to relinquish control to me that evening. She trusted in me and it was the start of a new chapter in our lives. Don't think for a moment that Katie showed any weakness by relinquishing control. It takes a lot of strength to put yourself in another's hands -- not just blindly submit, mind you -- and fully trust them.

Another telling moment was at the park when she remained naked when Greg wandered into our little private moment. She could have ducked down at the first site of him and scrambled to put her clothes back on. She had seen him first, he probably would have never known that she was naked. At the most, he would have gotten only a quick glimpse of her nudity, too fast to register any details. Again, it was her choice to take it further.

The incident with the salesgirl took me completely by surprise on so many levels. That Katie initiated the contact with someone herself. That she was teasing me with it. That it was with another woman. That it was in such a public place as a shopping mall, even if it was far enough away from home.

If you ask me to name points at which I could begin to see the future direction of our relationship, these three incidents would be at the top of my list.

Although there was not a whole lot of imagination to our exploits at the office initially, two specific incidents occurred that ultimately served to further propel our adventures in new directions.

Any new location took Katie awhile to get comfortable in. She would go through a few stages where she would get more exposed and more quickly exposed as she warmed to a place. It was not long until Katie was coming with me nearly every time I would go in to the office after hours. She would usually wear just a T-shirt or sweatshirt along with jeans. Due to her petite build, Katie hardly ever wore a bra when dressed casually, unless it was to hide her nipples. Panties were never common attire for her either.

It would usually play out with Katie starting out by taking her shoes off (and socks, if she was wearing them) and then sitting cross-legged in my spare chair in her bare feet. After awhile, she would unbutton her jeans and then ease her zipper down or unbutton them if they were a button fly. She would always hesitate after each step as if building her courage up to go on. Even as she gained confidence, I encouraged her to take her time. It just is not the same if clothing is removed merely as a matter of course.

She would sit for awhile like that, her jeans open just enough to see the top of her pubic hair as I would work on setting up the backup. In a way, I found it somewhat puzzling that most of the time she would remove her jeans first. To me, it just seems that taking your pants off exposes more intimate parts. When I finally asked her about it, Katie explained that she actually felt less exposed with her pants off. Especially while she was sitting (with her legs together), all that she was showing was a patch of hair. She said that she felt more exposed with her top off because everything was fully on display as well as feeling more uncomfortable because she did not feel that what she had up top was really worth displaying. Funny thing was that she would wander around the house topless and not think a thing of it. But when she was aware of her nakedness it became an issue of sorts. There were a few times that she was feeling brazen enough to remove her shirt first, sitting there bare to the waist in the office, though.

She did a good job of varying her routine. Sometimes she would stay in the chair, ease the jeans down over her hips, and then stretch her legs up into the air to pull the jeans off, giving me an excellent view of her pussy and ass. It was rare that she would just stand up, drop her pants, and sit back down. She usually made some sort of production of it. Sometimes she would leave the room for some reason or other and then nonchalantly walk back in, naked from the waist down. A few times, she would walk back in totally naked, just as nonchalantly. Usually within half an hour from our arrival to the office, Katie was completely, if casually naked.

For the most part, that was about as far as things went. It was actually somewhat rare that we got sexual during our exhibition play back at the beginning. The stories here stand out for us mainly because they did go further than was normal for us. Although we would always have great sex after we were out exposing Katie, it was usually in the privacy and security of our own home. Our sex life was definitely improving, there was more passion in it and it was more satisfying to both of us because we were relating to each other a lot better. But these times that it actually led to sex "out in the wild" were really pretty rare.

At the office, Katie would pass her time pretty much just sitting around naked. I'd send her off to other rooms in the office to get things for me or she would go off on her own to get a drink at the water cooler or go to the bathroom. It was actually her first nude bathroom break that broke the ice and set the tone towards making our exploits a bit more imaginative.

That first time that Katie used the facilities at the office, she came back with a bit of a weird look on her face. When I asked her what was up, she told me that she had found it to be somewhat disconcerting to be naked in a public restroom, even though it was totally deserted. Somehow, she said, it was more strange for her to be naked in the restroom than out in the rest of the office. She kept on with this and eventually talked me into stripping down to see for myself. I can vouch that it is definitely a bit of a peculiar feeling at first.

She stayed in my office and let me go to the restroom by myself in order to "get the full effect" as she put it. I went in and walked around a bit. It did feel sort of odd in a way I can't fully define. Perhaps other rooms are sort of like rooms in your house with furniture and carpet and such. You don't have this big, stark, tiled room in your house for comparison. But it also was different from being naked in a locker room. I don't know, you'd have to try it yourself to understand, I think. Since I was in there anyway, I walked over to a urinal and started to take a leak. That felt odd too, for some reason.

So I'm standing there at the urinal when Katie, having waited as long as she patiently could, suddenly pushes the door open and walks in saying in her best deep voice, "So, Tom, how is that Richardson account coming?" Sort of a deep voice like Joni Mitchell uses at the end of "Big Yellow Taxi" where she says "put up a parking lot" and then giggles. Needless to say, I was not expecting this at all. Here I am, standing at a urinal totally naked, at my office, feeling a bit disconcerted as it was because of the situation and the fact that Katie had just been telling me how weird it felt to begin with. So it startled me quite a bit. I'm trying to look over my shoulder to see what is going on and at the same time moving up against the wall to try to hide myself -- like hiding a six foot plus naked man behind a urinal screen was even possible to begin with. Further, if you are pissing and someone startles you, the last thing that you are going to be able to do is stop pissing. So I ended up pissing all over the tile wall and floor before I realized what was going on and got things back under control.

At this point Katie was laughing hysterically to the point that she could barely remain standing. If she had not just come back from using the facilities herself, I think that she would have definitely peed herself at this point.

Despite my embarrassment, I love the sight of Katie at moments like this -- not only totally naked, but also totally unselfconscious of her naked state. Even before we started this adventure with exposing her, I had seen her like this on a few rare occasions. Moments where she would be totally naked and it would not seem the least bit out of the ordinary. That is the irony of the situation. At a moment like that she was not trying to be sexy, she was not trying to turn me on, really she had totally forgotten that she was even naked. But that is the moment that turns me on the most. When she is just totally at ease with herself, just being herself, and is totally naked. Perhaps it was these moments that I had seen that told me there was something worth fighting for and that led me to expose her that first night.

Anyway, I finally recovered and said, "You're in trouble now, missy. You're going to get it!" Katie stopped laughing, got a real serious look on her face, and said "Uh-oh..." in this little girl squeak of a voice as she turned and ran for the door. I headed after her and quickly caught up with her in the hallway -- there wasn't much of anywhere for her to go really. I swept her up in my arms and carried her back towards the restroom as she struggled and promised that she would be good, continuing her little girl voice. For effect, I had grabbed her around the waist and was holding her with one arm under her hips so that her head was down and her bare ass was pointing up at me. By the time I got her back to the men's room door she was giggling and grabbing for my dick, promising that she would be a good girl and that she would make it up to me. If anyone had come down the hallway at that moment, there would have certainly been quite a bit to explain.

Now don't get me wrong. By no means was I really upset with her. It was all in the spirit of fun at this point. I gave her a bit of a swat on the ass to get her attention as I pushed my way through the door and told her sternly that she was going to have to clean up the mess and that she deserved a punishment for her actions. I set her down on her feet and she kept her eyes lowered in submission, but from the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth I knew that she realized the game as well.

I told her that I had to go get the cleaning supplies and that she was to stay in the restroom until I got back. I started to head to the door and then changed my mind.

Walking back to her, I said that she needed something to reflect on while she waited. I took her by her upper arm and led her over to one of the sinks. I told her to hold onto the front of the sink and bend over. She assumed the position, standing a foot or so back from the sink and bending at the waist just enough to put her hands on the edge of the sink with her legs fairly close together. I took her by the waist and drug her further away from the sink, so that she had to really lean over with her back nearly horizontal and her tight little ass sticking out. I then stuck my foot between her legs to push them further apart. I kept nudging at her feet until she had them a bit further than shoulder width apart, exposing her pussy from behind. I could tell that she was starting to get wet because her nether lips slowly opened up as she spread her legs.

I took a moment to just run my hand down over the curve of her ass, cupping the cheek and caressing it. I spent about a minute doing this, just running my cupped hand over both her ass cheeks. Katie's ass is cute and tight, I can practically cup one whole cheek in my hand. Finally, I lowered my hand between her legs and probed her pussy slightly with my middle finger. As I had guessed, she was getting excited and her lips were slippery with her wetness.

Katie's pussy is a beautiful thing to me. She keeps most of her pubic hair shaved with just a triangular patch trimmed close above her pussy. Katie always used to think that her pussy was vulgar because her inner lips protrude out beyond her outer lips. She'd say that was all she was, nipples and pussy lips. Personally, I find it sexy. The women with just a slit down there don't really do much for me. Katie's inner lips get all puffy and turn rosy as she gets aroused. I think of it as a little flower that unfolds just for me.

I ran my finger along those lips of hers, they were soft in their wetness. I did not probe too deeply, did not want to find her clit just yet, just wanted to toy with her. I slipped my hand back to her ass cheek and after just a quick caress I pulled back and gave her a slap. Without missing a beat, I gave her other cheek a quick slap as well. Not really hard, but enough to sting and bring some color to both her cheeks.

I did not even give her another caress to ease the sting. I told her to remain in that position until I got back as I walked out the door. I quickly walked down the hall to the utility closet to get a sponge and pail. Tossing the sponge into the pail, I poured some cleaner in as well and walked back to the restroom.

Walking down the hallway, I had another brief moment of apprehension. It was extremely rare that I encountered anyone else in the office at these times. Still, there were times that someone would drop in for some reason other than work. If anyone would have walked in, there would be quite a bit of explaining to do. I was walking down the hallway, totally naked, with a cleaning pail in my hand and an erection that was beginning to ache. My wife was totally naked, standing in the men's restroom bent over a sink with her ass and pussy sticking up in the air for anyone to see. Definitely a lot of explaining to do...

I walked back into the restroom and went over to the other sink. Katie was still in position at her sink with her head down when I came in, not even looking up. I filled the pail about half full of water and walked back over to Katie, smacked her on the ass again, and told her that it was time to clean things up.

She got up but kept her eyes down as she took the pail from me and walked over to the urinal. It was not much of a mess and she only had to spend a few moments wiping the urinal, wall, and floor before returning to me with the pail. I took it and poured it into one of the toilets, flushed, and then told Katie to come with me as I headed for the door once again. Outside the restroom, I told Katie to wait for a moment while I returned the pail to the utility closet. Coming back down the hallway, I herded Katie back into my office.

I had her assume the position again, bending over my desk with her legs apart as I pulled up a chair. Sitting down behind her, I had her spread her legs a bit more and rest on her forearms so as to raise her ass in order to give me a good view between her legs. I spent a moment to just sit back in my chair and took in the view for several minutes. Her inner labia were puffy and glistening with the moisture of her arousal. They were turning slightly purplish pink as the blood flowed to them. Towards the center of their length, the wetness was causing the edges to curl back a bit to expose the secrets hidden within.

As self-conscious as Katie had been about her body, I had not had too many opportunities to just sit and stare at her pussy like this. A few glances while I was eating her out at times, but if I looked for too long she would always cover herself with her hand. I had a feeling (and Katie later confirmed) that nobody but her gynecologist had the opportunity to examine her this closely before.

Sitting there behind her, with all of her charms presented just inches in front of my face solely for my perusal, I have to admit that I had a nearly uncontrollable urge to slowly plunge a big, thick phallus of some sort into her pussy. Just to watch the act of it slowly going in. Watch as each centimeter slowly entered her pussy and her pussy stretched to accommodate it. Watch up close. Really up close. Just for the sake of watching it.

Only problem was that I did not have anything available. It's not like I keep a monster thick dildo in my drawer at work. There would be some questions from my coworkers if I did. Nor did we keep a supply of cucumbers in the lunchroom refrigerator. About the thickest object of the right general shape that I had at my desk was a Sharpie marker and that just was not even close to the size I was looking for.

My scrutiny was starting to get to Katie. She was beginning to squirm just from my observation. As her fidgeting increased, I finally gave her a swat on her ass and told her to settle down or her punishment was only going to get worse. I knew that she was going to have a hard time keeping still, so I knew that I was almost guaranteed to be able to push things a bit further.

To her credit, she really tried to keep still. After several minutes, though, instinct kicked in and she began to squirm again. I let her get away with it the first time, but when she started to squirm for a second time I gave her another quick swat on her ass and told her hug the desk. She hesitated, not understanding my command. I put my hand against her back and firmly pushed her down until her chest and torso were flat against the desk. This pushed her ass up a bit higher, most invitingly.

I took my member in my hand and positioned it behind her. In one motion, I put it to her wet slit and drove into her. She moaned as I entered her, expecting that she knew what "punishment" she faced. I had pushed myself fully into her, somewhat amazed at how wet she was and how easily I penetrated her.

I held myself like that for a minute or two, just relishing in the feel of her hot, wet pussy around my manhood. Then I pulled out, all the way out and began to put my clothes back on. Katie whimpered softly a bit when she realized that I was not going to finish what I started and after a moment, reached for her clothes. But as she reached for her clothes, I put my hand down on them and told her that she had lost her clothes for the evening. Her eyes widened for a moment, but she withdrew her hand and stood quietly while I finished dressing. Once I was dressed, I bundled up her clothes and shoes so that I could carry them. The backup had finished, so I spent a few moments shutting things down and putting things away. The whole time I let her stand there and to her credit she did not even fidget once.

When I was ready, I collected our things and motioned that she was to go ahead of me. I only wished that I had been better prepared to take advantage of the situation. I ushered Katie out the door ahead of me and just as I was reaching for the light switch I spied something that gave me an idea -- a roll of black electrical tape that I use for patching things -- and knew that I finally had something to work with. The shiny black vinyl look to it just screamed of bondage.

The ideas started rolling around in my head. I knew that I wanted to bind her hands so that she couldn't cover up. I also wanted to do more than just tape her wrists, make a bit of a costume out of it or something. I told Katie to hold up for a moment and grabbed the roll of tape off my desk. Her eyes widened again when she focused on what I was holding in my hand just as they had when I told her that she had lost her clothes for the evening. I realized that if I bound her hands in front, she could still do an adequate job of covering herself. If I bound them behind her, it would be uncomfortable for her to sit in the car. Somehow, I wanted to bind them with her arms raised behind her head. That would stretch her out more, showing her off nicely. I just was not exactly sure how to accomplish that in a way that she could not just bring her hands back over her head and be able to cover up. So I started out with the "costume" part of things.

I told her to stand with her feet slightly apart and her arms at her sides. I kneeled down in front of her and began wrapping the tape up one leg to her knee and then back down, crisscrossing it over the first wrap. Back to her ankle and I cut the tape. Then the other leg. Standing up again, I cut two short pieces and covered her nipples with them.

Standing back for a moment, I liked the way that things looked. Still, I had to figure out how to bind her arms. I was tempted to bind her wrists and just tell her to keep her hands locked behind her head. She probably would have done it, too. But the instinct to cover up just might be too great and I wanted to eliminate the possibility of that choice altogether. I started by binding her arms similar to her legs, just starting at her wrist and spiraling up her forearm to her elbow and then crisscrossing it back down. Then the other arm. As I came back to the wrist of the second arm, I had her bring her wrists together and wrapped the tape a couple loops around both of them to secure them together.

The only way that I could see to keep her hands behind her head was to run the tape around her neck and then bind her wrists to that. I was a bit hesitant to do this, figuring that it would be fairly uncomfortable, but I could see no other way. I had Katie hold her hair up while I looped two wraps of tape around her neck, keeping my fingers under the tape at the back to give a little extra room. I then cut a length of tape and fed it under the tape at the back of her neck and, once she had her wrists in place, wrapped it around the tape binding her wrists. I fed the tape under again and once more around her wrists to secure things.

It was not the most professional job, but I was pretty pleased with what I had been able to come up with, making do with what limited materials I had on hand. The wrapping on her forearms and lower legs with the thick band of tape at her neck gave her a somewhat barbarian slave girl look. Having her hands behind her head greatly improved the look. Not only did it keep her from having the chance to cover herself, it also arched her back, thrusting her chest out somewhat and lifting her breasts.

With my creation done, I motioned for Katie to continue out into the hallway as I shut the lights off behind us. I guided her down the stairs, making sure that she did not stumble since she could not catch herself. We reached the bottom of the stairs and walked through the front office to the door. With the lights on, anyone could have seen us through the windows at this point. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, I turned off the lights quickly then set the alarm and opened the door. I quickly ushered Katie out the door and turned to lock it.

The office is remote enough that I was not too concerned about anyone being around and we were far enough back from the street that I doubted any passing cars would take notice to us. Still, as we set off down the steps and crossed to the car, I realized how exposed we were. I unlocked the door and helped Katie into her seat, fastening the seat-belt around her. I closed her door and went around to my side. I climbed in and paused for a moment just to look at her. Truthfully, seated in the car with the seat-belt around her sort of took away from the costume. I knew that I had to do something more with her.

I started the car and instead of heading for home, I decided to head out into the country a bit. My first thought was to head out to the state park, but I knew that the rangers patrolled the parking lots since everything was closed after dusk. Running through various options in my head, I finally turned the car towards an orchard that I knew of. They had a small building along the road where they set up a stand in the Fall, but for now it would be easy to park behind it so as not to attract too much attention. There was a dusk to dawn light on a pole out front, but there were shadows behind the building and the road was not too heavily traveled. A short drive later and I pulled the car in behind the building.

Getting out, I went around to her side and opened the door. I unfastened her seat-belt and helped her to swing her legs out of the car. With the gravel drive, I grabbed her shoes and slipped them onto her feet, tying the laces for her. With the door open, the dome light illuminated her naked body for me and I paused to take it all in. Once ready, I helped her out of the car and into the darkness.

Between the dusk to dawn light and the moon there was enough light to see once your eyes adjusted, even out behind the building. I stepped back from her, just wanting to take the sight of her in. She looked beautiful on display for me. With her arms up, it lifted her breasts as though putting them on presentation to me. I told her to walk out to the edge of the drive for me. About halfway out, she would be out from behind the building and the light would be shining on her. As she reached the point that she was about to step into the light, I detected only the merest of pauses before she made the next step and the light shined upon her body.

It was quite a thrill to see her outside like this. Unlike our exploits in town, she was totally exposed with no option to cover up if a car came. She reached the edge of the gravel and turned to face me. After a moments pause, she started to come back towards me but I called out for her to wait. With me still in the shadows behind the building and the light directly upon her, I guessed that she really could not see me. She paused, waiting for what I would say next. I moved slowly, so that she would not hear me. I wanted to get into a better position so that I could see things better once I issued my next command. Walking towards the building, I reached the corner. Calling out, I told her to walk to the post that the light was on out front. Again, there was only the slightest of pauses before she began to walk towards the post. When she reached it, I called out that she was to turn her back to the post and lean back against it.

I am not sure whether we were fortunate that nobody came along that country road that evening or not. She was out at that post for at least five minutes, although it seemed like much longer. Finally, I called for her to come back. Her pause almost made her seem reluctant this time. Reluctant to finish her display. As she got back to the darkness, I was waiting for her, telling her how beautiful she looked on display out there all alone. I caressed her breast and tugged at her nipple, causing her to whimper as I kissed her. My hand dipped between her legs and found that her wetness coated her legs before I even got to her pussy itself. I rubbed at her slit with one hand as I squeezed her breast with my other, all the while kissing her passionately.

She responded with a frenzy that I had not seen the likes of before. Her hips were humping against my hand and whimpers and moans were escaping as she kissed me back. When she came I had to grab her to keep her from falling. I kept her on her feet until her strength returned. I pulled my keychain out and clipped the tape that bound her hands to her neck with the little pocketknife that I keep with my keys. She slipped her arms around my neck and we stood in the darkness kissing for the longest time.

Finally, we broke the kiss and walked back to the car together. Upon reaching it, she leaned against the hood, presenting her pretty little ass to me. "I need you inside of me," was all that she had to say. I undid my pants and rubbed my member along her slit only a couple times before driving it home. She was so wet and so hot that I did not last long. One last thrust and I exploded into her. We kissed and hugged and fondled a little longer before we decided that we should get going. Katie squatted right in the middle of the drive and peed as I opened the car. She took her clothes from me and slipped into them.

Driving home, we talked about all that had happened. Laughing together about her startling me in the bathroom and talking about all that had happened after that. When we got home, we learned that electrical tape is not the best thing to be using for bondage. It sticks to all the little arm hairs and such. Katie was a sport, but she suggested that we find something else to use in the future.

We made love again in bed that night and talked for a long time before falling asleep in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that there was much to come for both of us in this newfound life together.