Lost My Shit During A Game Of Truth Or Dare

So I'm this stay-at-home parent of a three-year-old and a seven-month-old. We're in our late twenties, married for about five years now. Our marriage is good but not perfect. There's just been something simmering under the surface lately that I couldn't quite figure out. Anyway, last weekend, we had some friends over for dinner. Everyone knows us as this happy-go-lucky family, and while it’s true on the outside, there are times when things get really intense between my spouse and me, especially in private playtime. After eating, we started playing Truth or Dare, just for fun. My spouse had been pushing limits lately, suggesting more daring games and activities that I was okay with but still made me nervous. When it came to my turn, my spouse asked me to do a dare, truth always seems too tame between us now. The dare was to take off all of my clothes in front of everyone right then and there. We’d never gone this far before; I’ve always had reservations about being naked around others even if they’re friends. But something clicked inside of me. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just how tired I was of the tension building up between us all the time. Whatever it was, I took my clothes off right there at the table. My partner looked at me with this intense desire, their eyes locking onto mine as they started to strip too. Everyone else in the room froze and stared. My heart was racing so fast, but there was also this undeniable arousal building up inside of me. We ended up engaging in a very explicit act right then and there on the kitchen floor, everyone watching. It wasn’t rough or anything that would harm anyone, it was just really intense and explicit, something I’d never done before. There were clear anatomical details, hands grasping firmly around skin, bodies pressing together tightly. I felt like a complete wreck afterwards. We cleaned up and tried to act normal, but the look on my partner’s face said everything; they seemed both satisfied yet stunned by what had happened too. This has left me wondering if I’m the asshole for losing it in that moment or whether we need to be more open about our boundaries with others around. Part of me thinks this was just a one-off, but another part fears this might become a recurring pattern in our relationship.