It’s Not Poly, It’s Predatory!

There’s a weird, cringey little trend floating around the DMs, and it’s getting harder to ignore. Married men. Their shiny new wives. And their sudden urge to “explore.” You know exactly where this is going.

He gets married.

“And We Created You in Pairs” is plastered all over Instagram.

A few months pass and—bam—he slides into your DMs. Not a “hello,” not a “hope you’re well,” just “My wife approves the threesome.”Like a weird HR email. Like she’s cc’d on his horny little pitch.

He drags out his wife as if she’s a hall pass, a feminist stamp of approval. But that doesn’t make it better—it makes it worse. Worse because he didn’t ask, he just offered. And let’s not forget: it’s the first of Ramzan. I’m no saint, but come on—sip some Rooh Afza, reflect, maybe read a little Dua‑e‑Rehmat instead of drafting a group‑sex proposal before iftar.

This isn’t just about religion or decency. It’s about a twisted strain of faux‑liberal entitlement—men tossing around buzzwords like open marriage and poly as if vocabulary alone can turn predatory behavior into progress.

And who do they target?Never other married couples. Never people on the same page. It’s almost always single women—the same women already drowning in rishta pressure, marriage talk, unsolicited advice, and emotional burnout. “You know what she really needs? To be our sexual side quest.”

Let’s be honest: this isn’t about sexual freedom. It’s about access—assuming a woman’s body is up for discussion just because he’s bored, horny, and married. And the worst part? He never asks with care. No context, no awareness, no pause to wonder if the person on the other end might be walking through sexual‑trauma landmines and a whole life outside his fantasy.

When the wife does appear, her apology lands with the emotional depth of something copy‑pasted from ChatGPT. Cold. Robotic. Detached. Like she skimmed your discomfort, never absorbed it, and hit send.

You expect—hope, maybe even plead silently—for her to understand. Woman to woman. Because if anyone might get how invasive this feels, it should be her. Instead you receive no empathy, no pause, no solidarity. And you want to fire back with “Cool. Thanks for the automated trauma trigger.”

This is not liberation. It’s a boundary breach.

If your open‑mindedness only kicks in when your marriage gets boring, it’s not a lifestyle—it’s a crisis.

If your pitch corners someone, triggers them, makes them feel unsafe, it’s not sex‑positive—it’s manipulative.

Single women are not your marital spice.

We are not your kink template.

We are not your Plan C when the honeymoon fades.

We are tired—tired of men posing as feminists while centering their own desires over everyone else’s safety, tired of being labeled fun but never respected, tired of being emotionally strong‑armed into staying cool.

So here’s a radical thought:If you want a threesome, start by fixing your marriage—and maybe your personality. Quit using sexual experimentation as a band‑aid for a relationship that needed therapy, not a third party.

Maybe—just maybe—leave women alone unless they actively, enthusiastically, unequivocally want in.

We’re done tiptoeing around these conversations.

We’re done pretending it’s flattering.

We’re done swallowing discomfort to keep the vibe chill.

Your so‑called progressiveness isn’t progressive if someone else has to carry your guilt. Your sexual liberation isn’t liberation when it barges through another person’s boundaries like it owns the place.

So, respectfully?

Go home.

Fix your marriage.

And stay out of our DMs.