It was a case of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” My first step was placing an ad on nerve.com, a kind of intellectual version of Craigslist’s Casual Encounters.
Under the heading: “Good girl seeks experience,” it read: “I’m a 44-year-old professional, educated, attractive woman in an open marriage, seeking single men age 35-50 to help me explore my sexuality.
I broke the news to Scott that I wanted an open marriage in early 2008, a few months after his vasectomy.
According to our deal, I’d rent a studio apartment during the week and come back to our home on weekends.
Both of us could sleep with whomever we chose as long as we used protection.
A sort of “sex-friendly” yoga retreat, it taught me something called orgasmic meditation, which is centered on the woman.
One Taste was the place where I selected most of my lovers, although I picked up a couple of guys, like the 23-year-old in Vegas, on business trips.