My open relationship went awry
Sophia and I were dating a week when we created The List. We had a lot in common — we were both writers, lived in the same neighborhood, and had just gotten out of marriages — but it was our shared desire to be sexually experimental that really defined our relationship. I’m hardly this adventurous on my own, but after being married for 10 years and realizing Sophia had a yen to try just about anything, I felt at ease about traveling out of my comfort zone with her.
One night, while sipping wine in my apartment, we started adding items to the list of lascivious things we wanted to do together:
A shopping spree at a sex shop.
A threesome with another woman.
I didn’t even know what “orgasm control” was. It sounded frightening.
“Anything else?” I asked.
There was one other thing Sophia wanted on our compendium of carnal delights: an open relationship. Sophia, who was openly bisexual, was convinced monogamy wasn’t for her, even though she’d never tried polyamory herself.