THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS 7

Emma.

Fucking Nathan stopped being about revenge months ago. It became something deeper, something that felt like real passion and genuine attraction. The kind of connection I hadn’t known I was missing until it consumed me.

I spent most of my time at his mansion now. The kids and I had moved in fully after the divorce was finalized. Nathan treated me like I mattered. He listened when I talked about my day, remembered the little things like how I liked my coffee or the way I needed quiet time after a long shift. Even on the days when Ryan was being a complete dickhead—texting late at night asking for money or canceling plans with the kids again—Nathan would pull me into his lap, kiss my forehead, and remind me that I wasn’t alone anymore. He prioritized my feelings in a way Ryan never had, not even in the beginning.

Ryan had basically disappeared from our lives. He no longer came home most nights. He barely saw Mia and Leo, sending a quick text once every couple of weeks saying he was “busy with work.” The kids stopped asking about him after a while, and that hurt more than anything. But Nathan stepped up without being asked. He played with them, helped with homework, took them to the park, and made them laugh in that deep, warm way that made my heart feel full.

Two months before the divorce papers were signed, I had gone through Ryan’s things one last time while he was out. Tucked in the back of his nightstand drawer was a stack of documents. Divorce papers. Dated almost a year earlier. He had already started the process and never told me. He had been planning to leave me long before he ever suggested the open marriage. That discovery broke something deep inside me. I drove straight to Nathan’s place that night, walked through the door, and cried hard into his chest for over an hour. He didn’t say much at first. He just held me, stroking my hair, letting me sob until I had nothing left.

When I finally calmed down he kissed my forehead and said softly, “You and the kids deserve better than this. Let me take you out tonight. All of us.” He took us to a family-friendly Italian place the kids loved, then to the park where Mia and Leo ran around until they were exhausted. They got attached to him so quickly it almost scared me. Leo started calling him “Nate” within weeks, and Mia would crawl into his lap every evening to tell him about her day at school. For the first time in years I felt fulfilled. Truly seen. Wanted. Loved in a way that didn’t feel like an obligation.

I told Ryan I wanted a divorce a few weeks later. We met at a coffee shop near his office. He looked tired and distant, like he had already checked out months ago. When I slid the papers across the table he barely glanced at them. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he said, signing without hesitation. “I don’t want the kids. You take full custody. I’ll send money when I can.” His voice was flat, like we were discussing a business deal instead of ending our family. I cried the whole way home, but when I walked into Nathan’s mansion and saw him playing with Mia and Leo in the living room, the tears dried up. This was right. This was where we belonged.

We signed the final papers a month later. I moved the kids and me into Nathan’s mansion permanently. That same night, after the kids were asleep, he pulled me close on the couch and asked me out officially. “I don’t want you as my nurse or my secret anymore,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want you as my woman. My partner. Let me take care of you and the kids the way you deserve.” I said yes through happy tears.

Six months after the divorce was final, Ryan showed up at the mansion gates begging. He looked like s**t—unkempt, eyes bloodshot, rambling about how he had made a mistake and wanted his family back. I stood there with Nathan’s arm around my waist and told him no. Calmly. Firmly. I had moved on. He had opened our marriage, and in doing so I had opened my legs to a man who actually saw me. Ryan left with his tail between his legs, and I felt nothing but relief.

Now, six months later, I was exactly where I belonged.

“Ahh f**k… Nathan… harder,” I moaned as he f****d me hard on our bed.

The master bedroom in his mansion was huge, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the garden, but right now the only thing I could focus on was the way Nathan was destroying my p***y. He had me on my back with my legs pushed up to my chest, folding me in half. His thick c**k slammed into me over and over, the wet slapping sounds loud and obscene. Every thrust made my t**s bounce wildly and sent sparks shooting through my whole body.

“Take this d**k, baby,” he growled, sweat dripping from his chest onto my bouncing breasts. “This p***y is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours...fuck…it’s all yours, Nathan ahhh!” I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. He was f*****g me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. The angle made his c**k hit my g-spot with every brutal stroke. My juices were soaking the sheets, running down my ass and pooling beneath me.

He leaned down and sucked hard on my n****e, biting it just enough to make me scream. “Louder. Let the whole house hear how good I f**k you.”

“Harder please, f**k me harder yes…yes right there!” My voice echoed off the walls. I was a moaning, shaking mess beneath him, completely lost in the pleasure. Nathan had ruined me for anyone else. His c**k was thicker, longer, and he knew exactly how to use it. He switched positions without pulling out, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slammed back in from behind, one hand fisting my hair and the other slapping my ass hard.

“Arch that back,” he commanded. “Show me how much you love being f****d like my slut.”

I arched deeply, pushing my ass back to meet every thrust. The new angle made him feel even bigger. “Oh my god Nathan…your c**k is so deep…fuck I’m gonna c*m again!”

“c*m for me,” he growled, pounding faster. “Squirt all over my d**k like a good girl.”

I came hard, screaming into the pillow, my p***y gushing around him in powerful spurts. My juices sprayed out with every thrust, soaking his balls and the sheets. He didn’t stop. He kept f*****g me through it, grunting with every deep stroke.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back again, and hooked my legs over his shoulders once more. This time he was slower, more deliberate, grinding deep and rolling his hips so his c**k rubbed perfectly against my g-spot. “Look at me,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want to see your face while I own this pussy.”

I stared up at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, moaning loudly as another orgasm built fast. “Nathan… I love you… f**k…I love how you f**k me…”

He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans, then pulled back and started pounding me again. “I love you too, baby. This p***y is never going back to him. Never.”

I came again, crying out his name, my walls fluttering and squeezing around him. He groaned loud and f****d me through it, then suddenly pulled out and stood up at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my ankles, yanked me toward him, and slid back inside in one smooth motion. Standing at the edge of the bed he f****d me like a machine, hips snapping forward, balls slapping my ass.

“Touch your c**t,” he ordered. “Rub it while I destroy you.”

I reached down and rubbed my swollen c**t in fast circles. The combination was too much. I came again, squirting hard, my juices shooting out and soaking his abs and the floor. He kept thrusting, grunting, sweat pouring down his body.

“Get on top,” he said suddenly, lying back on the bed.

I climbed on him, reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his c**k with a loud moan. I started bouncing hard, my ass slapping against his thighs, t**s jiggling wildly. Nathan reached around and rubbed my c**t while I rode him, his other hand slapping my ass.

“Ride me like you mean it, baby. Show me how much you love this dick.”

I bounced faster, moaning and crying out, completely lost in the feeling of being full of him. “Yes…fuck…your c**k feels so good…ahh Nathan. I’m cumming…I’m cumming aga…”

I squirted one more time, soaking his lap and the sheets. He groaned loud, grabbed my hips, and started thrusting up into me brutally. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump this p***y so full of c*m it leaks out for days.”

“Please…cum inside me…fill me,make me yours.”

He roared and slammed deep, c**k pulsing as he unloaded inside me. Thick, hot ropes of c*m flooded my p***y, spurt after spurt, so much it overflowed and ran down his balls. I came with him one last time, trembling and moaning, milking every drop from his c**k.

We collapsed together on the bed, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and c*m. Nathan pulled me close, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.

“I love you, Emma,” he whispered. “You and the kids. This is our life now.”

I smiled against his chest, feeling safe, loved, and completely fulfilled.

Sometimes it really is good to open your marriage.

Because you never know who you’ll find waiting on the other side.