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Oh my God, my worst nightmare. "So a woman got my husband to say the words "Open Marriage" in four hours, while I can't get him to agree to a blow job ten years." I gasped throwing my journal. "Which man says no to a blow job, that's his loss." "I am defiantly saying no to this, I am shutting it down." No way my husband is going to screw the lobby bitch. My new nickname for her. "The wrong move, then he will cheat. this open marriage is a good thing, you will be in control and it's just going to be for two weeks plus you get to have other guys."

The ones who were asleep were jolted to awareness by their mates, and they joined in the frenzy. "What’s going on?" I wanted to know, but before I could get a reply from anyone, the door to the room was pulled outwards and a woman in stringy dreadlocks marched in, terrible looking in battle regalia. She had a wide mouth, big eyes, and a bad stoop when she walked, but it could never be taken as weakness. The soft moonlight poured in through the door, allowing some of the odour to leave our surroundings. She examined each of her faces, hers rough with an ugly frown marring it the more.

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“I didn’t ask you to.” “You were going to.” He finished my water. “Leave yours open. I’ll leave mine. Tomorrow I might not wait until six-forty.” “What does that mean?” He paused at the crack of the door, looked back at me naked on top of the covers, thighs shining, the navy dress where I had dropped my whole respectable day. “It means I might be in your shower when you get home. Or you might walk into mine on your lunch break and get on your knees in those clothes. No knock. That’s the whole romance.”

Broddi snapped back, "It's not like you were forced to open the door without knocking!" "Uh duh! An open door is the universal sign for, 'come in,'" Brandy explained with a, 'duh,' face. I almost snickered, but kept a straight face because Broddi was infuriated enough. There was no need to remind him that I'd seen what was going on as well. "Why the hell are you even here?" Broddi hissed, standing up from the bed and coaxing Axel into a hug. Okay, now that was cute!

The liquor on my desk laid untouched, swirls of mist from my cigarette surging into the air. Beside me were two damsels— my girls, in skimpy dresses just the way I like it. They were nearly naked, the skimpy going barely covered their cleavages and I liked that. My marriage with Madame Browne was a contract— one that allowed the both of us to have what we call an open marriage. I could screw ladies here in Russia and so could she in New York. “You seemed tense, master,” one of the girls, who's name barely registered in my mind, slid up to my side, her fingers tapping my chin.

She hated and loved that he made sense at the same time. "I guess that can work," she said feeling like the main female lead in a romance drama where the male lead was desperately trying to court her. He stepped out of the door frame and to the corridor. "See you in a jiffy," she said as she closed the door. "See you" he said lingering as the door closed shut slowly.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

he smirked. I sighed. “Yeah true” He laughed. “look at my Ashy. She is so innocent and cute” “I know” He smiled and then we reached our room. “Open the door” “Ah, no” “What no, Ashy?” he looked at me. “No means no” I smirked. “So you wanna stay in my arms forever? Oh, it is so romantic--” I opened the door before he could say anything else. Huh, he is such a… a… blackmailer.