THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS 2

Emma.

The next morning I woke up before the alarm, my eyes puffy and my p***y still sore from Ryan’s half-hearted f**k the night before. His c*m had dried on my inner thighs overnight, a sticky reminder of what I had agreed to. I slipped out of bed quietly so I wouldn’t wake him and went straight to the kids’ rooms.

Mia was already sitting up in bed, her wild curls everywhere, rubbing her eyes. Leo was still curled up like a little bear under his blanket. I smiled even though my chest felt hollow. This was my favorite part of every day, dressing them myself, even when the nanny was already downstairs waiting. I loved these small moments. They made everything feel normal.

“Come on, princess,” I whispered to Mia, helping her pick out her favorite pink shirt and jeans. She giggled when I tickled her ribs while buttoning her up. Leo woke up grumpy, but I scooped him into my lap and kissed his chubby cheeks until he laughed. I brushed Mia’s hair into two neat pigtails and helped Leo put on his tiny sneakers. Every touch, every kiss, every “I love you, Mommy” from their sweet voices grounded me. These babies were the reason I had said yes to Ryan’s open marriage. I couldn’t destroy their world the way mine had been destroyed.

The nanny took them to school at eight sharp. I stood at the front door waving until the car disappeared, then went back upstairs to get ready for my shift at the city general hospital. I was a senior nurse, one of the best on the floor, and I needed to look professional even when I felt like I was falling apart inside.

Ryan was still in bed, but now he was sitting up against the headboard, completely naked, laughing at something on his phone. His c**k lay soft against his thigh. He didn’t even glance up when I walked in. He just kept scrolling and chuckling like I wasn’t even there. I could see the dating app open on his screen, fresh messages popping up. He wasn’t going into the office today. Of course he wasn’t. He was the CEO. He could do whatever the hell he wanted now.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and quickly pulled on my scrubs, tied my hair back, and grabbed my bag. “I’m heading to work,” I said quietly.

He barely nodded. “Cool. Have a good day.”

No kisses. No “I love you.” Nothing.

I drove toward the hospital with the radio off, my hands tight on the steering wheel. Halfway there I realized my ID badge wasn’t in my bag. I always kept it in the front pocket. Always. Panic hit me hard, without that badge I couldn’t even get through the staff entrance, and today was going to be a heavy shift. I cursed under my breath and made a U-turn, driving back home faster than I should have.

The house was quiet when I stepped inside. Too quiet. I kicked off my shoes so I wouldn’t make noise and hurried upstairs to grab the badge from the dresser where I must have left it.

That’s when I heard it.

Moaning. Loud, breathy, female moaning coming from our bedroom.

My stomach dropped like a stone. My legs moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway even though every part of me screamed to turn around. The bedroom door was wide open.

Ryan had the woman bent over the edge of our bed, her face pressed into the same sheets I had cried on last night. He was f*****g her hard from behind, his hips slamming against her ass with loud, wet slaps. Her moans were shameless and high-pitched. “Yes, Ryan… f**k, you’re hitting so deep don’t stop!”

He had one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripping her hip so hard his fingers left marks. His c**k… the same c**k that had been inside me less than twelve hours ago… was pounding into her p***y like he was starving for it. Sweat glistened on his back. The wet, filthy sound of his balls slapping against her filled the room.

“Take that d**k,” he growled, voice rough in a way he hadn’t used with me in years. “This p***y is so much tighter than my wife’s. f**k, I needed this.”

The woman moaned louder, pushing back against him. “Harder, baby. Ruin me.”

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering so hard I felt dizzy. He had lied. Just last night he swore he was only talking online. Nothing physical yet. And now, only a few hours after I agreed to the open marriage to save our family, he was balls-deep in another woman on our marital bed.

Betrayal burned through me like acid. My knees felt weak. Tears stung my eyes instantly, but underneath the pain there was something darker…a twisted heat low in my belly as I watched his thick c**k disappear inside her over and over. My p***y clenched involuntarily. I hated myself for it.

Ryan didn’t see me. He was too lost in her, grunting with every brutal thrust. “God, I’m gonna c*m in you. You want that? You want a married man’s load?”

“Yes… fill me up!” she cried.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I slipped into the room on silent feet, grabbed my ID badge from the dresser, and backed out without a sound. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped it. I ran downstairs, got in my car, and drove away as fast as I could, tears blurring my vision the entire way to the hospital.

By the time I pulled into the staff parking lot my face was streaked and my scrubs felt too tight against my skin. I wiped my eyes quickly, fixed my makeup in the mirror, and walked inside like nothing had happened. My shift started in ten minutes.

The head doctor, Dr. Patel, caught me the second I stepped onto the floor. “Emma, perfect timing. We have a VIP patient in room 412. Private wing. High-profile, very demanding. I want you personally handling him today. He’s here for post-op monitoring after a minor procedure, but he’s… particular. You’re the best we have. Make sure he’s comfortable.”

I nodded, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my mind was still replaying Ryan pounding that woman on our bed. “Yes, Doctor. I’ve got it.”

Dr. Patel gave me a quick smile and walked off.

I stood there for a second, badge now clipped to my scrubs, heart still racing. My husband was at home f*****g a stranger. I had just walked in on it. And now I had to go take care of some rich VIP patient like my entire world wasn’t falling apart.

I took a deep breath and started down the hall toward room 412.