When Matt and I first stepped into the non-monogamy scene a few years back, nobody really sat us down to talk about ENM aftercare. We knew all about setting ground rules, packing safe-sex supplies, and picking out outfits, but we…
The sun was barely peeking through our bedroom blinds on Sunday morning, but instead of feeling the post-party glow we expected, we felt like we had been run over by a truck. We lay there in bed, staring at the…
We were sitting on our back deck with two lukewarm glasses of pinot noir, listening to the dishwasher hum through the kitchen window, when the question finally slipped out. For years, whenever a late-night TV documentary or some anonymous online…
The Smug Illusion of Being “Above It” When Matt and I first took the plunge into the non-monogamy pool, we had this smug, almost arrogant belief that we were totally above the petty drama. We thought we were too secure,…
It was 3:14 AM on a rainy Tuesday during our first year in the lifestyle, and I was staring at the popcorn ceiling of our suburban bedroom, listening to Matt breathe. My stomach was in a tight, cold knot. We…
If you had told me five years ago that I’d be sitting at our kitchen island in the Chicago suburbs, drinking lukewarm coffee, and writing about the difference between being a cuckold and a hotwife husband, I would have laughed…
A few years ago, after the kids finally passed out and the dishwasher was running in the background, Natt and I were sitting on our faded living room couch staring at our phones. We were trying to make sense of…
When Matt and I first decided to dip our toes into non-monogamy, we went completely off the deep end trying to decode swinger symbols. Seriously, it was bad. We were 42, living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with two kids,…
