Andrew* writes:
I’m sitting at the bar on a glamorous cruise ship sipping my drink. Cruises, I had been told, were amazing places to meet women and at this very moment, my wingman was talking to a gorgeous brunette I‘d briefly flirted with earlier. The woman looks up and smiles alluringly at me and I know it’s done.
My wingman comes back to the table with the room key. And then plants a huge passionate kiss on my lips.
I should probably mention that my wingman is a woman.
My wife in fact.
And we’re on our honeymoon.
You see neither my wife nor I believe in monogamy. It’s right for some people but not for us.
As she bluntly puts it “getting married doesn’t strike you blind. You still look, still fantasise and sometimes want”.
Blunt has always been a theme with us. When we met we were both highly sexual, with large libidos and a penchant for honesty that some would liken to a sledgehammer. Two flirtatious hours into our first meeting she openly declared she liked me but didn’t want a relationship – just casual sex on call. She was even open about the fact she had another boy on the side.