THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS

Emma.

Ryan was inside me, but it felt like he was already gone.

He had me on my back, legs wrapped around his waist the way we had done a thousand times before. His c**k slid in and out of my p***y in the same steady rhythm he always used—not too fast, not too slow, just enough to get the job done.

I could feel the lack of hunger in every thrust. His hands rested on my hips without gripping, without digging in like he used to when he wanted to own me. His eyes were half-lidded, staring at the pillow beside my head instead of at me. He was tired of f*****g the same p***y. I felt it in the way his body moved like it was on autopilot, like he was counting down the minutes until he could finish and roll off.

But I still loved it. God help me, I did.

I arched my back and moaned louder than I needed to, trying to pull him back into the moment. “Baby… yes, just like that,” I whispered, my voice breathy and desperate. My p***y clenched around him, wet and aching, gripping his c**k like it could convince him to stay present. I ran my nails down his back the way he used to love, pressing harder this time, hoping the little bite of pain would spark something. He barely reacted. His breathing stayed even, almost bored.

I reached between us and rubbed my c**t in fast circles, trying to chase the orgasm I already knew wasn’t coming. My t**s bounced with every thrust, n*****s hard and sensitive, but Ryan didn’t lean down to suck them like he used to. He just kept pumping, mechanical and distant. I could feel my own juices coating his c**k, dripping down to my ass, but the heat between us was one-sided. I was soaked and throbbing, loving every inch of him even while he checked out.

He sped up a little, hips snapping harder for a few seconds. I moaned again, louder, “f**k, Ryan, you feel so good inside me…” but the words died when he groaned low in his throat. His c**k twitched and pulsed as he came, spilling hot and thick inside me. Three, maybe four weak spurts, and then he was done. He stayed buried for a couple of seconds, breathing heavily against my shoulder, then pulled out with a wet sound and rolled onto his back beside me.

I lay there with my legs still spread, his c*m slowly leaking out of my pulsing p***y. My c**t was swollen and desperate. I hadn’t c*m. Not even close. The ache between my legs felt almost cruel now, but I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling, trying to hold on to the warmth of him still inside me.

Ryan didn’t move for a long minute. The silence in our bedroom felt heavier than usual. Finally he sighed and spoke, voice flat but honest.

“Emma… we need to talk about this.”

My stomach twisted into a knot so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. I already knew what was coming. I could feel it in the way he had just f****d me like a man going through the motions with a body he no longer craved.

I pulled the sheet up over my naked body, suddenly cold even though the room was warm. “What’s wrong?” I asked, even though I already knew.

He sat up, not bothering to cover himself. His c**k was still glistening with my wetness and his c*m, softening against his thigh. “This isn’t working anymore. The s*x. Us. I’m exhausted, Em. I’m so f*****g tired of doing the same vanilla thing every single time we get in bed. I feel like I’m just checking a box. One p***y for the rest of my life… it’s killing something inside me.”

The words landed like punches. I felt my eyes sting with tears but I blinked them back hard. “I thought… I thought we were still good. I will try to make it exciting for you. I wear the things you like. I moan for you. I…”

“I know you do,” he cut in, softer this time but still firm. “And I love you for that. I love our life. I love the kids. But I can’t keep pretending this is enough. I want to explore, Emma. I want to f**k other women. Different bodies. Different tastes. Different everything. I’ve been talking to some online. Nothing happened yet, but I want the freedom to make it happen. I want an open marriage.”

Tears spilled over before I could stop them. I wiped them away quickly, my hands shaking. “You want to sleep with other people? While we’re still married?”

“Yeah.” He looked at me then, really looked, and for the first time tonight there was real emotion in his eyes, guilt mixed with relief. “I don’t want to sneak around and lie to you. I don’t want a divorce. I still love you. But I can’t keep living like this. I need more.”

My mind raced to my own childhood. The screaming fights between my parents. The way they tore each other apart in front of me. The weekends I spent shuttling between two houses, always feeling like I was choosing sides, always feeling like I wasn’t enough to keep them together. I pictured our daughter Mia, only seven, running to me after a nightmare. I pictured little Leo, five years old, still believing Mommy and Daddy were his whole world. I couldn’t do that to them. I couldn’t rip their home in half the way mine had been ripped.

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, tasting salt from my tears. My p***y was still leaking his c*m onto the sheets, a sticky reminder of what we had just done. My body still wanted him even while my heart was breaking.

“I don’t want a divorce either,” I said, my voice cracking. “I can’t put the kids through that. They deserve both of us. Under one roof. Happy. Or at least… together.”

Ryan reached over and squeezed my hand. It felt more like comfort than desire. “So you’ll agree to it? Open marriage?”

I nodded slowly, even as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. My chest felt like it was caving in, but I forced the words out anyway. “Yes. If that’s what you need to stay… then yes. We’ll make it work. For the kids.”

He let out a long breath, like a weight had been lifted off him. “Thank you, Emma. I know this is a lot. We’ll set rules. We’ll figure it out together.”

I forced a small, broken smile and lay back down, staring at the ceiling while his c*m continued to drip slowly out of me. My c**t still throbbed, unsatisfied and ignored. My heart felt shattered into pieces so small I didn’t know if they would ever fit back together.

Ryan rolled over, kissed my forehead like it was any other night, and within minutes his breathing evened out into sleep.

I stayed awake for hours, silent tears soaking my pillow. I had just given my husband permission to f**k whoever he wanted. I had done it because I loved our children more than I loved my own pride. More than I loved the version of myself that still got wet for him even when he didn’t want me the same way anymore.

I had no idea how much this decision was going to destroy me… or how much it might change me in ways I couldn’t even imagine yet.