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The Open Marriage Facade

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The front door slams shut behind me, the hotel suite mirrors still searing in my mind, Leo's attitude calcified dry on my thighs despite the shower. Victor's reading lamp glows in the living room, his shadow solid and predictable. Our open marriage allows for such nights, but returning home always has a taste to it, stepping on to a high wire, balancing on the fine line between honesty and exclusion. My pussy stimulates gently from Leo's cock, a concealed pulsing under my jeans, shame mixed with satisfaction as I slip off my shoes.

Victor looks up at his book, glasses low-slung on his face, smile easy. "Good night?" he asks, his tone devoid of curiosity, our unspoken agreement for not inquiring unless offered.

I nod, moving over to kiss his cheek, relishing normalcy. "Productive," I say, evasive but honest, dropping my purse. The gallery success lingers, but Leo's control prevails over it, my body wearing the invisible bruises.

He sets down the book, pulling me onto the couch beside h
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