My marriage has never been traditional. We don’t live by the same rules as other couples. My husband encourages me to meet other men, to explore fantasies I never thought I’d act on. At first, it felt like an experiment, something we’d try once and move on from. But it became a part of our lives. He doesn’t just accept it; he revels in it. Every time I go out and meet someone new, he asks me for photos. It’s almost like he wants to live vicariously through me.

The first few times, I felt conflicted. I’d meet men at clubs, let things happen, and then take the photos he asked for. Each time, he would look at them with fascination, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me. I believed him, but it still felt odd. I wondered why he wanted this, why he pushed me toward other men but still said he loved me as if nothing had changed. Every time I walk into a club now, I feel like I’m stepping further from the woman I once was. But this strange dynamic has somehow kept us close. It’s part of what keeps us together, even if it’s unlike anything I ever imagined marriage to be. It’s unconventional, yes, but it’s our bond—strange, complicated, and full of love in its own way.