THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

OPEN MARRIAGE, OPEN LEGS 5

Emma.

I finished my shift in a daze, moving through the motions like a robot. Every time I passed room 412 my stomach twisted. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I had f****d a patient. Let him c*m deep inside me while I was supposed to be working. My p***y still felt tender and full of him as I drove home in silence, the late afternoon sun glaring through the windshield.

The house was quiet when I walked in. The nanny had already bathed and fed the kids. Mia and Leo ran to me the second they saw me, wrapping their little arms around my legs. I hugged them tight, breathing in their clean, soapy smell, trying to hold onto something good in the middle of all this mess.

I read them bedtime stories, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads until they fell asleep. Then I went to our bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for Ryan. I needed to tell him. I needed to confess what I had done with Nathan and beg him to stop this open marriage before it destroyed us completely. I rehearsed the words in my head over and over: “I saw you this morning. I was hurt. I made a mistake. Please, let’s just stop this.”

Hours passed. The clock on the nightstand glowed 10:47… 11:32… 1:15 a.m. Ryan never came home. I sat there in the dark until my back ached and my eyes burned. Eventually I curled up on the bed still in my scrubs, tears soaking the pillow as I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up feeling hollow. I dressed Mia and Leo like always, brushing Mia’s hair into pigtails while Leo played with his toy car. I kissed them both goodbye when the nanny took them to school. The house felt too big and too empty the second they left.

My phone buzzed with a new email. I opened it while sipping cold coffee.

Subject: Termination of Employment

I had been sacked. Effective immediately. The hospital thanked me for my service but stated that Mr. Nathan Voss had personally hired me as his exclusive private nurse with a very generous compensation package. The email included his address and instructions to report to his mansion starting tomorrow.

I stared at the screen for a long time. The s*x with Nathan had felt incredible, but I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t going to become like Ryan, chasing random bodies just because I could. I still loved my husband. I still wanted to fight for our family. I deleted the email and left for the grocery store.

When I came back home two hours later, carrying bags of milk, bread, and the kids’ favorite cereal, I heard moaning the second I stepped through the door.

Again.

I dropped the bags in the hallway and walked upstairs like I was in a nightmare. The bedroom door was wide open.

Ryan had another woman on our bed, this one younger, with long dark hair. She was on her back with her legs spread wide, and Ryan’s face was buried between her thighs. He was eating her p***y like a starving man, licking and sucking loudly, the same way he used to do to me years ago. The woman was moaning, hips rolling against his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Ryan!” I screamed, voice cracking.

He lifted his head, lips shiny with her juices, and looked at me like I was interrupting something minor. “Don’t ruin the moment, Emma. We both agreed to the open marriage, remember?”

I stood there shaking, tears already spilling down my cheeks. “You’re already exploring? Just like that? After one day? You didn’t even come home last night!”

Ryan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Yeah. And you should do the same, Emma. Go out. Have fun. Stop making this weird.”

The casual way he said it broke something inside me. I turned around, walked downstairs, and told the nanny, “Please take care of the kids when they get back. I need to go out for a while.”

I got in my car, hands trembling so badly I could barely grip the steering wheel. The address from the email was still saved in my phone. I didn’t think about anything. I just drove.

Nathan’s mansion was huge—modern glass and stone, surrounded by tall gates that opened automatically when I pulled up. He was standing outside waiting for me like he already knew I would come. Tall, handsome, wearing a simple black shirt and jeans, looking even better than he did in the hospital bed.

I didn’t say a single word.

I slammed the car door, walked straight up to him, and crashed my lips against his.