My wife Kendra and I are both in our early 40s with no kids.

We enjoy our freedom to travel and pursue all kinds of hobbies, including sex. I wouldn’t say that we have a completely open marriage. It’s more like one with “occasional, negotiable openings,” if that makes sense. Whenever there is an “opening,” there are rules.

Besides total honesty and safe sex, the number-one rule of the game is that no fucking is allowed until the wife sees and approves who she is — and vice versa. Neither one of us has ever asked to formally meet the other person, so there are never any awkward introductions. My wife and I like to play this game of covert “check out.”

Sometimes I’ll tip her off with a text and Kendra will walk by the café and peep through the... Read More