Took A Trip To My Kink Dungeon Alone

I've been married to Jamie since we turned 25 and it's honestly the best thing I could have ever done. We share everything, or at least we thought we did. But last weekend when Jamie was out of town on business, I sneaked down to a kink dungeon in another city where I explored all my deepest fantasies that I’ve never shared with him, stuff he might not even like. One of the biggest things I played around with was roleplay. The entire setup was so immersive and intense, it felt as if I truly turned into someone else for a few hours. One scene involved being tied up, blindfolded, and left hanging by my wrists from a metal bar while they teased me mercilessly, all of which triggered some seriously taboo feelings inside. Another time, I got so lost in the fantasy that it felt like anything was possible. A dominant came over and started whispering naughty suggestions into my ear about being bound and helpless before they took me somewhere dark. They lowered me onto a cold metal table, undressed me completely, and had their way with me, fingers probing every secret spot until I was shaking and begging for more. I've never felt so raw and exposed in my life, but there's something liberating about giving into those primal urges. Afterward, they helped me dress again and left me alone to process it all back to reality. It took everything in me not to call Jamie right then, I needed some time to sort out the intense emotions swirling around. Now I'm back home, but my mind keeps drifting back there. Did exploring these kinks on my own mean we don't connect enough sexually? Or was it just an experience that's hard to top and now nothing else will measure up?