Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

His voice dropped, firm and commanding, every word landing with weight. “I will never divorce you. And don’t even think about leaving me—let alone getting involved with that guy from the Knight family. Trust me, those old-money families are conservative and insular. There’s no way they’d ever let their heir marry an outsider—especially a married woman.” For a moment, I didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. The earlier ache in my chest faded under the sheer absurdity of his suspicion, leaving behind nothing but speechless disbelief.

"I-I thought of a way to s-spice up our marriage." "That's great, tell me." I don't know why he is so nervous to say that. "Is it sex in the jacuzzi? There are two very old couple who has been there for hours, they might be sleeping or dead, but either way, we can make it work." I winked. "An open marriage." I paused, trying to understand his words. A what? "Are you drunk?" I raised my eyebrows sceptically at him. "Y-you know I do-don't drink." Is he for real right now?. I don't know where my nerd of a husband got that idea from.

How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me? “You can trust us.” Jaxon adds. “We’re in no position to judge you.” I look up at him and nod. “Words, Sarah. Use your words.” Malachi says. “Yes.” I blurt out. “Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I’m in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?” “We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?” Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”

"What are you saying?" "I'm saying I've been seeing someone. Vivian." He watches my face, clinical, detached. "And I think, if we're going to make this marriage work, we need to evolve beyond conventional expectations." The kitchen tilts. I grip the edge of the counter. "You want an open marriage." "I want an honest marriage. One where we can both pursue connections that fulfill us while maintaining our partnership." He sounds so reasonable. So calm. Like he's proposing a business merger. "Plenty of evolved couples do this, Sera. It doesn't mean I love you less."

~SEREN~ I blink once, then twice. Did he just say… “An open marriage?” The words scrape against my throat like sand as they leave my mouth. Julian nods before pausing to stare at me like I’m a child struggling to understand something simple. “Ah, figures,” he mutters before continuing. “An open marriage is when—” “I know what a fucking open marriage is, Julian,” I snap. “My question is why?” “Well…” Julian starts toward me. His fingers reach for my hair, and I nearly recoil when a faint whiff of what I’m sure is Lila’s juice reaches me from his skin.

“You’re terrified…….And instead of dealing with it, you’re trying to cage me like some animal at a zoo.” His jaw tightened. I didn’t stop. “I didn’t marry you to be monitored…….. I didn’t sign up to report my movements. And I definitely didn’t agree to be lectured like a child.” Silence stretched. Then he said, quietly, “Maybe we need different terms.” I blinked. “What?” He exhaled, frustrated. “An open marriage……You do what you want but not to the public eye…..I do what I want. No expectations.” I laughed again, sharp and disbelieving.

"Then he told me he wants an open marriage. Said our sex life is boring. That I don't excite him anymore. That he needs variety." "An open marriage?" Dominic repeated, his voice laced with disbelief and fury. I nodded, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. "He said it's better than divorce. That we'd both lose too much money if we split up. So he wants to keep fucking other women while staying married to me." "What the fuck," Damian muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "I'm going to kill him." "He's a fucking bastard," Dominic spat, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. "How could he do this to you?"

"Glen, when did you ever even hint you would be open to that? Once we were married, you were determined to turn me into the dutiful little housewife. Outside of skinny dipping with Aubrey and some heavy flirting, you never gave me the idea you would want to explore sleeping with others." "Neither did you," he said. "You could have at least brought the subject up. Hell, it seems to work for Selby and Faith well enough. They're having fun together. Didn't I at least deserve the opportunity to say yes or no? You never even gave me the chance." She stared at him. "You want an open marriage? What my sister has? You would have agreed to that?" He stood, setting his beer on the table in front of hi

“I thought… I thought we were still good. I will try to make it exciting for you. I wear the things you like. I moan for you. I…” “I know you do,” he cut in, softer this time but still firm. “And I love you for that. I love our life. I love the kids. But I can’t keep pretending this is enough. I want to explore, Emma. I want to fuck other women. Different bodies. Different tastes. Different everything. I’ve been talking to some online. Nothing happened yet, but I want the freedom to make it happen. I want an open marriage.” Tears spilled over before I could stop them. I wiped them away quickly, my hands shaking. “You want to sleep with other people? While we’re still married?”