The Impact Of A Ménage à Trois On My Marriage

1988 was a banner year for me.

I was separately invited by two male college friends to engage in a ménage à trois (threesome) with them and their wives.

I was never flirtatious with or attracted to these men.

I didn’t have a tongue bolt, a belly ring, pierced nipples or tattoos, which is how I pictured a sexual libertine.

I wore button-down shirts, penny loafers and, on occasion, glasses that made me look like Sally Jesse Raphael with more hair.

When Frank, who’d been my editor at our college newspaper, propositioned me at lunch downtown, I froze, a beignet grasped tightly in my claw equidistant between my plate and my mouth.

My next thought was, “What is the world coming to?”

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I judged Frank and my other friend, Ray.

I thought their marriages would never last if they were already looking outside of them for sexual satisfaction.

I never heard from either of these men again, perhaps because I knew too much.

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Henry and I have been married 11 years now. Together for 14.

Like many couples together for so long we’ve had stretches of sexual apathy and boredom and have had to make an effort to reconnect.

There’s been role playing, a lame attempt to pornograph-fy our lives and marriage.

I’d like to explore an option proposed by a commenter on Long Marriage = More Adventurous Sex that has to do with electronics, but I think introducing a third person into our sex life is a recipe for disaster, because that third party is a person, not an inanimate object.

In my experience, sex transmogrifies into, if you’re lucky, genuine love; if you’re less lucky, fluttery infatuation or, if you’re totally screwed, mad obsession.

I spent five years with a man who made my 2-year-old niece scream every time he entered the room.

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Poor guy. He’d walk in, she’d stare at him and howl like Shelley DuVall confronted by Jack Nicholson wielding a butcher knife in The Shining. 

I was fairly certain he was Satan, but the sex was good.

Five years, people.

Bottom line. Sex lies. It tells you you’re in love when maybe you’re just at the mercy of your orgasm.

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Better to lie to sex, I think.

I’m willing to whisper sweet nothings to Henry in Spanish so if he closes his eyes he’s making love to Salma Hayek.

But I won’t be inviting her into our bed.

Sorry Salma, I know you were sorely looking forward to it, because you’re not an object but a complex human being my husband could actually fall in love with, you’re not welcome.

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I leave you with this quote from the film Kinsey about the famed sexologist: "Sex is a risky game because if you’re not careful, it will cut you wide open."

Shannon Colleary's relationship articles have been published at The Oprah Magazine and Soul Anatomy. She's a regular contributor to HuffPo GPS-for-The-Soul, Healthy Living and Women's sections. Her work has been featured on The Today Show, HuffPo Live and NPR.

This article was originally published at Huffington Post. Reprinted with permission from the author.