I never should’ve waited until the wedding night to fuck my husband for the first time. He let me believe that his dick was much, much bigger than it is and that he knew how to use it like a real man. As a result, marriage has just been one big disappointment. I decide to broach the subject of an open relationship. I go searching for my husband and find him sitting on the floor of the bedroom, fiddling with a bunch of tools. Like a boy playing with toys, I think. Then the truth occurs to me. That’s exactly what our marriage feels like—not a man and a wife, but a boy and Step-Mommy. Suddenly I realize just how I can turn our disappointing marriage into something that works much better for both of us.