Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

"I can't keep doing this. I can't keep walking into family dinners with nothing to show. I can't keep watching my father shake his head like I'm a disappointment. I need kids. I need an heir. And if you can't give me that..." He stopped. Took a breath. Looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time in years. "So I'm done waiting," he said. "I want an open marriage." The words didn't make sense at first. They just hung there. "Open... marriage?" I repeated slowly. "Yeah." He nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. "I sleep with other women. You sleep with whoever you want. No questions. No jealousy. We stay married. We keep the house, the money, the life. But I get to h

Open Marriage Intro- Jean and her husband have successful careers and a rich successful company the only thing they were lacking in their life and marriage is that spark they once had. Taking on a suggestive idea jean and her husband Cedric decides to have permanent third partner, maybe an open marriage will ignite the spark they lost. Jean's P.O.V. "Are you sure you still want this?"Her husband asks .. "What did you think about that last one? ” Cedric commented prompting his wife to face palm herself.

"You're home early. Look, babe, this doesn't have to be a big deal. We've been drifting. I want an open marriage. You fuck who you want, I fuck who I want. Simple." Open marriage? After this? I stormed closer, my hands shaking. "You're not even sorry? I walk in on you screwing your assistant on our bed, and you propose this shit like it's a business deal? Why the hell would you do this?" He laughed, a low, mocking sound, finally slowing his hips but not stopping. Lisa moaned softly, biting her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Why? Because you're lazy in bed, Marcella. Always the same vanilla crap...missionary, lights off, like you're reading a textbook. Too bougie to let loose, ne

“Actually, forget your marriage. You won't even be able to keep your life.” Her face radiated confidence. She genuinely thought she had already won. “Oh, but this can't ruin my marriage,” I lied smoothly. I remembered Romano casually telling me once that I was free to entertain myself however I wanted. “Are you trying to play hard to get? How would sleeping with your ex-boyfriend while married not ruin your marriage?” she demanded. “Maybe because my husband and I have an open marriage,” I replied. “What?” “Oh, do you not know what that means? It means when your husband—”

"I gave up my whole life for you. I worked every day so you could try to be the businessman you dreamed of. I became the only one making money. And this is how you treat me?" "You had to," Ryan said, looking down at me like I was less than him. "You cannot give me a baby after seven years. You failed me as a wife. So now we make the marriage open. I can sleep with Oliver or any woman I want. You can do the same if you find someone. It is simple." "Yes, open marriage," Oliver said happily. "You keep working hard for us. I will give Ryan the child he wants. It is fair for everyone, right bestie?”

It came as a sudden surprise to me when my wife, Elie, whom I love dearly, came to me and said, "Gabe, I need to tell you something. I'll be going away for the weekend with some of my coworkers over the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. There's this guy, Jack Turley, that I fancy, and we've been flirting a bit. I'll be back on Monday, and we can spend a cozy evening together." The words stunned me like a sledgehammer blow, and I reeled in confusion as my mind struggled to comprehend what I'd heard. With those words, our marriage was severely impacted. "Are you saying that you want an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we choose and come back home to be married again? Is that what you want? I don't w

There wasn't even a sheet covering me, and Nolan was already gone. Humiliation consumed me, but still, I blindly threw myself at him. I had been naive, thinking that being married would bring us back to how we used to be. I never imagined that he would end up hating me this much. "Why can't we just be like other couples?" I couldn't help but ask in a low voice. Nolan paused for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh. I found all the answers I needed in his silence. Unlike that night, Nolan wiped my face as I drifted off, and there was a blanket covering me when I woke up the next morning.

As long as she was unharmed, the methods didn't matter. There was little regard for the pain Alisa was enduring nor for the fact that she was grappling with her own emotional devastation. Celeste, pragmatic in her approach, focused solely on the marriage she wanted for Naomi with of course, Clarisse’s support. They were adamant that this union, this new family would take precedence over any lingering emotional ties or hurt feelings. Time was of the essence and for Celeste, the future she envisioned for Naomi and Victor could not be delayed by the lingering shadows of Alisa’s pain.

Scott couldn't believe his ears. She repeated, "You heard me. I want a divorce!" "You have got to be kidding me. I should be the one making a fuss. I caught you cheating on me!" "No, I didn't cheat. You asked for an open marriage, and I gave you just that. You didn't think I would just sit back and watch as you frolic with Cora and anything else on skirts, did you?" Zara's eyes blazed as she argued. Her tone rendered Scott speechless. He could hardly recognize the woman in front of him.