Our Open Marriage: How It Began and Why We Have No Rules
By Michelle Montoro
Two and a half years ago, my husband and I started dating other people.
Actually, it was just me. I started dating other people.
It sort of happened accidentally at first. I was the one who dipped my toes in that water. And I liked the way it felt. It sent a shiver up my spine and made me a little weak in the knees. Like a teenager whose crush asks her on a date. Everything in your body goes all tingling, your heart beats a little faster, your head gets that woozy feeling that comes from the electricity between two people immensely attracted to one another.
I really liked the feeling. A lot. It made me high and I quickly became addicted to that sensation and I wanted more. But I didn’t want to be a cheater.
So right before I was about to take my dipping toe to a full blown plunge into the icy cool waters of adultery, I went home and approached my husband in probably the most awkward way possible.
Not knowing the correct protocol for telling one’s husband that you are incredibly attracted to another man, a man whom he doesn’t know, a…
