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Adventures in Polyamory
I Had Sex With Another Man Last Night
This morning I’m going to tell my husband all about it.
“Here you go Jerry,” I said last night when I handed him the ring.
“Jess, you going out?” asked my husband.
“Yeah, I have a date,” I said. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you this morning. I’m meeting this guy from Tinder.”
“Awesome,” he said, taking the ring and putting it in the special little dish he keeps on the counter to hold my ring when I go out. We don’t want to lose that thing, it was fucking expensive!
Allowing me to put a Tinder profile up was a little bit of a stretch for my husband, as far as this whole polyamory thing goes. I mean, it was now possible that our friends might see his wife’s profile up on a dating site, and he would have some splainin’ to do.
Of course, he could just say, “Oh, she never took that down from before we met? How funny.”
Nobody has seen it so far, thank god.
We’re not ready to go public with this.
There is a lot of shame involved in it, I guess. It’s not a socially acceptable thing to “cheat” on your husband.
