**✈️ Sky High Confessional #7: The first time I tried an open my relationship **

This one takes me all the way back to 2007, during my very first serious relationship. We’d been together about three years, lived together, loved each other, and I was just starting to dip my toes into the big party scene. It was the first Mardi Gras where I really got amongst the proper parties.

That weekend, we met a guy. He was an international student living in Melbourne, visiting Sydney, super cute, warm energy, big smile. We both felt it.

We invited him back to ours in the early hours after a massive night. I was so wrecked, I passed out almost immediately. A while later, I woke up to the sound of movement beside me …my boyfriend and our new friend getting a little handsy in bed. I didn’t feel left out. I felt curious.

Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, riding me (yeah really WAS a while ago!) and back when we were using condoms and let’s just say… that condom didn’t survive. That’s another story, but thankfully everything was fine.

What I remember most though isn’t the sex. It’s the way it felt to do something like that together. I’d always thought I might feel jealous or weird, but I didn’t. I felt safe & turned on. Although a part of ways with that boyfriend not too long after that, we remain close to this day… since I’ve had both monogamous and open relationships, and have to say if you can get the trust and share understanding of needs right, it can be amazing.