This is an inspiration from Reddit
" I want to open our Marriage."
The clanking of the dishes sounded in the silence of the kitchen, as you abruptly stopped your task. Nothing has prepared you for those words to shake the fragile interior of your marriage and home.
You and Shawn had been each other's person for 12 years. You never thought that he was this unhappy, until recently when you found out he was fucking a coworker.
You grew up in a family where the men were praised, and after being hurt and constantly taking him back for his outlandish behaviors and ego, you now were in a very difficult situation.
" Am I not enough?" You asked.
" I just want...more. I still want to be married, I still want us to continue our lives with each other. But I want a little bit more fun-
You broke the glass plate that sat in your hand. You clenched it so tight that you didn't even feel it shatter in your hands and the remnants of the plate, falling to the bottom of the soapy dish water.
" I don't want to argue about this. We can both do it, not just me. That way, we won't always have to be so codependent of one another-
" What if I don't want to do it? What if I love my husband so much, that- I don't want this interference in our marriage and I want us to go back to where it was."
Shawn, may have been going through a selfish phase. Losing over 100 pounds during the course of your marriage and you being one of his biggest supporters, it was like he was now a completely different person after his transformation.
" Why are you always thinking about yourself? I'm always tired from work, taking care of the bills...all these medical bills because we're trying for a baby that you're having problems conceiving."
There it was. Was that the issue? Because you were having problems having babies? Last you checked, there was nothing wrong with you, but Shawn refuses to get himself checked out. Now, you were undergoing all of these useless treatments and shots, and nothing was working.
You held back tears, because if you cried, you would be showing him that you were weak. He tells you this at the most pivotal part in your marriage. Your anniversary. He took no time taking you anywhere and you had to slave over a hot ass stove to make everything special for him.
You turned to him, as your back was facing him the whole time. You inhaled...and exhaled, and your eyes looked at him. Deadpanned and nothing in them.
" Ok...what were you suggesting?"
He seems taken back by your response and smirked at the lack of fight you had in your voice.
" No close friends. And whoever we find we have to tell each other about them. No interfering in each other's affairs and we can even make that person our partners. And no bringing them home."
"While married?" You asked.
Shawn nodded. You thought he wasn't done and waited for an extra response. But when none came, you nodded and turned your back to him again.
" Oh! You Uh- cut yourself. Might want to clean that up."
You looked down, a big slit in the middle of your hand. Your hand dripping with blood as you just stared at it. You felt like you failed as a wife.
-
You tried to call Shawn's bluff for the past week since he told you about the opening of your marriage. You thought he was going to coward and not do it as you were solely trying to repair the damage within the marriage.
Making his favorite meals, running him warm bubble baths, even giving him the cat whenever and however he wanted. You thought it would've deterred him from doing something so sinister.
Nothing was enough. You found him, on your off day, riding around the city with his new and younger counterpart. It broke your heart and you were faced with many decisions.
You googled how to get your man back, even suggested that you two take marriage counseling, or go on a vacation. A couples retreat.
Shawn turned down all of these, he barely came home. He barely ate your cooking and whenever you checked the bank statements, the disposable money you two shared was being depleted within a matter of a month. Trips, jewelry, shopping sprees, and a new car purchase was being spent, and you couldn't keep down your tears.
You refused to go broke and since you were entitled to that money, you put half in your account. To keep from going broke on all the lavish shit he was spending on his mistress.
You had to calm down. You had to know that, your marriage wasn't the same anymore. It was going on almost three months and you were now looking at the dresses in the far back of your walk in closet that you barely touched. All with price tags still on it.
You ignored Shawn's casual teasing, as he boasted about the many women he's been talking to and taking out. He even noticed a dip in the savings and Marital accounts, knowing you have a hand in it.
" I'm entitled to it. I took my part out so you won't spend it all on your bitches."
He smirked, he liked the fact that he was making you feel insecure and jealous. And he was able to still come back whenever he wanted and would see you still there.
One night, though, he was intrigued by the beautiful fitted dress that hugged your curves and the red lipstick that smeared perfectly on your lips, and light body glitter that complimented your soft skin, and your hair shaped into a beautiful bob. Everything that was rare he saw you in, he was seeing in real time.
" Where are you going?" He asked, just out of curiosity.
" I got a date." You answered blandly.
" Tch, with who? The mailman? Cmon now baby, we all know those sites don't work. I've seen your phone." He chuckled.
" You can have fun, why can't I?"
You stood from your seat at the vanity and noticed Shawn watching your every move. You noticed your phone buzz, and you smiled. Your date was at the restaurant. He would've picked you up, but it was a rule where no one could come to your home, or even near it.
You picked up your purse and was then stopped by Shawn.
" I don't smell shit cooking."
" I didn't cook today. Eat the mountains of leftovers I have in the fridge that you refused to eat. I'm going out."
You shook out of his grip and left.
-
There he was, standing at the front entrance of this fancy bar/restaurant. His car, a Ferrari, and he was almost dripped in money. He looked really good, and he had flowers in his hands. Some roses.
You took the roses and he held the small of your back, taking in the sweetness of your body butter and perfume and how your skin glistened in the moonlight.
The atmosphere of the restaurant was warm, welcoming and had high end people who owned companies and some celebrities. You werent use to this type of thing, as Shawn never took you out.
Seated, and comfortable in a small booth, you grabbed one of Agents many dread locs. That was what he was called, Agent. He didn't really like people saying his real name, which was Din. He liked keeping a low profile sometimes.
" How long have you been growing your hair?" You asked.
" About 10 years. How long have you been married?"
You bit your lip, " 12."
" A word of advice, if a man ever asks you for an open marriage. It means he doesn't love you anymore."
Your heart dropped. When it was coming from a man, it hit different. " I'm sorry if I'm making you feel uncomfortable because I'm...married."
Agent sipped his cocktail, " I wouldn't be here with you if it wasn't open. He's messing up, and I can see you being here is tearing you up. We don't have to have sex or be intimate. But I do want to show you a good time and I would love to be in your company."
You smiled, it felt refreshing to hear that. Agent liked you, but, he didn't want to put too much on you considering the fact that you still belonged to someone else.
His deep intellect and powerful mindset had you thinking what his occupation might've been. He was very articulate, and his watch that sat on his wrist, was cheap.
" Patek Phillipe?"
Agent looked impressed, " Now, what do you know about watches miss lady?"
" I've been married to a materialistic man for years. His dad passed one down to him, and after that he couldn't stop talking about the damn thing. He wears it all the time."
Agent looked at you for long seconds. " What?"
" He really doesn't love you."
" It's...fine. I can't cry about it forever. I have no more tears left." The champain you had was smooth and encouraging.
You soon found your hand going up his thigh and towards his crouch area.
" Lets be real here. What do you really want from this?"
Agent looked down at your hand placement and then your face, " I already told you. Your time and company."
You smirked, and played with the rim of your glass with your index finger.
" You don't take me serious do you?"
" A man always want something-
" I'm different."
You rolled your eyes, " like I never heard that one before."
Agent bit his lip, knowing that you were a tough nut to crack you were obviously not trusting him at the moment as it was just a date and nothing more in that moment.
" Baby, as bad as I want to bend you over my granite kitchen counter thats more than your mans entire being...I'm not interested in that right now."
You licked your bottom lip. The residue of your drink, laced on your lips. " What do you want then?"
-
You were now so radiant.
Your skin was glowing and you smile much more brighter than the days you spent with your husband.
Its been a week since you and Agents date and just like he promised, he was applying pressure.
Shawn couldn't keep the smug look off his face, as he noticed the third delivery that week being sent to his home.
First it was some edible arrangements at your work, and of course your nosy ass desk mate had something to say. Then, it was the beautiful expensive flowers that he sent you. A big bouquet.
Then, a nice ball dress.
And now some movie tickets and a beautiful diamond necklace.
When Shawn saw this, he almost sent that the delivery man packing but you stopped him. " That's for me!"
Shawn watched you sign off on these things and leave the door, happy. With him just standing there.
That night, as you watered your plants, Shawn couldn't help but to be curious.
" So, you're gonna keep these men a secret?"
" What?"
" Who keep sending you all this stuff?"
You bit back your words. " His names Agent. He's a nice guy. I told him about our arrangement and isn't spooked by it at all."
Shawn rolled his eyes, " First of all, who the hell names themselves Agent. Secondly, a man ain't gonna do all this shit for you without you dropping some draws."
" That's where you're wrong. He hasn't even sniffed this Punta." You gloated, patting you lower half.
" So he just a simp?"
" I love simps. They apply pressure, without wanting anything in return."
Shawn was conflicted. He had everything he wanted. The women, the money....but he just- didn't know he wanted you doing all those things.
As of lately, he's been just spending money on women and fucking them. No real connections, and alot of em couldn't cook.
" What's for dinner?" He asked.
" You can have take out, I'm going out to eat tonight."
Shawn flared his nostrils, " You're just going to ignore your duties as my wife, now? "
" Its not like you were eating any of my food."
Shawn had to understand the reality of everything he put his marriage in. He couldn't complain, cause he gave you the green light.
" How about we eat here. Cancel your reservation."
You shook your head, no. " I'm not doing that. Your mom lives right down the street. Let her cook for you."
And with that, you left the kitchen.
-
" The man thought he was going to walk back to work after three no calls and no shows. I gave him the boot and-
He noticed you looking at him. He chuckled at your glossy eyes.
" Why'd you stop?"
" Is there something you want to say to me?" He asked, his white teeth showing.
" I'm enjoying my time with you. So much I'm not even at home alot of the time."
" How is hubby taking that?" Agent asked, eating the olive out of his drink.
" From what I see, he doesn't like it. I could tell he's regretting it. I'm not always home, I hired a maid to make sure the chores is done now and Im not even making dinner for home anymore."
" When a man realizes what he lost, he starts to become controlling. Be careful Y/n."
Agent sounded generally concerned. But considering you are a gun owner and Shawn stood no chance, you didn't worry too much about him.
" I'll be fine, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."
Agents eyes locked on your supple cleavage almost hanging from your spaghetti strapped dress.
" You can get a preview of this in your bedroom, y'know." You flirted.
The caramel cheesecake tasted good, but, you knew tasting him would be so much better. You are the cake seductively, turning on his beast and watching him stir internally. His eyes bore into yours, a signal that you were making him rethink his celibacy.
" You're trouble." He almost growled.
You licked the sweetness off the spoon. " I wonder how this cake would taste on me-
" Check please!"
A nearby waitress, handed Agent the checks and asked for a dessert to go.
-
Your fingers tangled in his long locs. It's been a while since a man touched you, and the more and more he pounded into your throbbing core, the more you wanted to thank your Husband.
You felt a little bit guilty, but that's what was so... exciting about it all. You had no other reason to feel bad, but you did.This wasn't you, but, at the same time, your husband did this. He wanted this. And as much as you wanted to respect your husband, you refused to be his doormat anymore.
The end was near. Agents dick throbbing as you sucked and kissed his shoulder and earlobe.
He was so passionate, and way more gentle than Shawn. You hated comparing the two, but how can you not? Shawn hasn't touch your in almost a year. You missed being touched, being loved...being seen.
After the orgasms and a warm shower, you and Agent lay in his bed. The city lights illuminating the dark room inside of his bedroom.
" Can I be vulnerable with you, Agent?"
" Go ahead."
" I really like where this is going. Although, I am still married, I don't want to end our time together."
" Who said the fun had to stop?"
" That's the thing. I don't want it to just be about fun, I want it to be about passion and caring for one another."
Agent licked his lips. He wanted nothing more than to have you all to himself, but your ring was making it hard. He looked at it, the ring. It didn't hold any weight, nor value and all he wanted to do was rip you away from that life that Shawn was leaving you stagnant in.
" Do you love your husband?"
You bit your lip. " I-
" It's a yes or no question love."
You threw your head back, in frustration.
" I don't know. It's complicated."
" For the past couple of weeks, you've been seeing me. You may care about him, but the love isn't really there anymore. I'm not saying divorce him, that's something that is between you and him. What I am saying though is, be with who makes you the happiest."
Agent kissed you passionately, and then cradled you into his arms. Leaving you laying there with questions and wonders.
-
The smell of a warm meal filled Shawn's nostrils, but as always, it wasn't for him. He stood at the threshold of the kitchen, watching you pack another five course meal for your new man.
After a while, you made it official with Agent. He was your man and Shawn had to respect it, as he was still messing around with other women.
You felt his presence, but, had no desire to entertain him.
" I would like to have dinner every once in a while-
" And I would like the man who started all of this shit to not have the audacity and suck it up."
" Why are you being like this? It's like you don't even care about me anymore. You don't cook, you got someone else cleaning our home...I waited for you all day and night to come home the other day and you was with that nigga again. I wanted to go to a movie."
You only heard half of what he was saying. Cause the rest was bullshit. You packed the chicken Alfredo into a Bento box, some fruit, your homemade fruit juice and veggies.
" Tell me. Why did I get a call from the bank, stating that our mortgage is three months behind?"
Shawn bit his lip, biting back the truth. " I was...I was busy."
" The difference between you and I when it comes to this open marriage, is that I put my priorities first. I still make sure the house stays clean, and there is always leftovers for you to eat you just refuse to eat it, and now I have to be the one responsible for the bills in this home. And that was your job. I checked the accounts. You know we're almost out of money?"
It was one thing Shawn hated, was when you knew too much. He hated feeling like he had no control. He thought when he got into the Open Marriage, that it was going to allow him to feel a sense of freedom. While you be a good wife and stay back inside of the house.
" Yeah, you know. You must think I'm a damned fool if you think I don't know you're spending and draining every last bit of our earnings we've worked for."
" What else am I suppose to do? I'm not balling like your man. And these hoes are expensive."
You smirked, taking the Bento Box in your hands. " You are so.... pathetic. You had a good wife- had!" You emphasized.
" That nigga ain't gonna be around for long. You're married to me, and as long as you're married to me, it's never gonna be anybody else." He snarled.
You just smiled, " Ok, baby. We'll see about that."
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