New York Magazine

WHEN You Cheat in an Open Marriage

SIX WEEKS after #MeToo hit, I had sex with a man who asked for permission when he wanted to touch me somewhere new. I was straddling him in a back seat, skirt up around my waist. My mascara was on his face, his thighs. It seemed obvious to me that he was welcome to touch me wherever. But I knew I was supposed to want him to ask. At one point he got ahead of himself and froze with two fingers inside me. “Sorry, is this okay?” In response, I tilted my hips to slide his fingers in deeper. I hoped it didn’t seem like I didn’t appreciate his respect.

After that, we met up every few weeks for long afternoons of sex and talk—about books, our childhoods, how he’d laughed and wept watching the eclipse. Then

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