That was the moment the orgy that saved my marriage became possible. Because we admitted the truth that most couples never utter: And after a decade of forced exclusivity, we had stopped seeing each other as erotic beings. We saw each other as utility.
The AirBnB had a hot tub, fairy lights, and a zero-gravity mattress in the living room. We had champagne, coconut oil, and a playlist that moved from Portishead to FKA twigs. Private 25 01 17 The Orgy That Saved My Marriag...
I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I said, “Me neither.” Saving a Marriage: Communication and Understanding Part 1: