Novel & Cerita Husband Wants An Open Marriage

"You're my wife. You will act like it. You will show respect to the woman I choose to spend my time with." The woman he chooses. The words echoed in the hollow space he'd carved out inside me. I used to love him. I used to believe the open marriage was about freedom, about modern understanding. But it was never that. It was just his way of having everything, of owning me while sampling everything else. And now he was rubbing my face in it.

"What's this?" "Wait, you can't read? Wow! I'll have to read it for …" "Shut up. I can read," she replied angrily and went through the document. "Wow!" "Isn't it amazing? This is practically the solution to our problem. We both don't want this marriage, anyway. So, we shouldn't allow it to be a hindrance to our happiness." Rhoda nodded. "Open marriage?" "I know you have a boyfriend. I've heard you call him a couple of times and you know I have a girlfriend, too. So, we can both be with the ones we love without feeling restricted. Freedom. You get what I mean?"

I retorted, turning around to leave when his voice sounded. “There is no way you are leaving me.” I stared at him. “So what do you expect? That I stay married to a husband who doesn’t want me? Who never wanted me?” He exchanged a glance with his partner, then said the words that finally stripped away the last illusion. “Let’s have an open marriage. You can be with whomever you want.” The audacity stunned me. He said those damn words again. Oh god, how did I get into this kind of mess?

“So what did you want to do now?“ I wiped out the last trail of tears that slide. Yeah.. I'm done being pathetic and crying for those bastards. “What I wanted?“ I repeated. “Really wanted?“ They both nodded. Okay.. they asked me, so I'm going to be shameless and just say it. “My husband says we are in an open marriage, so I want you both to fuck me like you did to the she-wolf earlier.“

As if I'd tell him that my plan was to become close with him so he would fall back or would just like me back. "Isn't it normal to just tell to my husband that I'll be doing my part as his wife? Why would I waste my name as your wife now that I am married," I said with a sigh. "But you said we'd be okay in an open marriage?" I glared at Wren and he gave me an apologetic look. But he looked more intrigued. "Sudden changed of mind, Wren." "Was that the case?" I nodded at him. "What other more case are you expecting?"

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

"You mean as opposed to me sucking someone's cock, or him licking another woman's cunt? We've already determined we can see other people. Does it make much difference who we want to see?" "What if he decides he prefers men?" I asked. "Then I have a multitude of other people to have sex with. I'm no longer stuck with him alone. What part of open marriage don't you understand? We only have sex with each other a couple times a month anymore. I wouldn't be missing him much if he decided he never wanted to fuck me again. I doubt that's the case though. I doubt he'd give up women entirely even if he decides he likes sucking the occasional prick."

I asked, pushing the blanket off me. “You heard me, Elara. I have thought about it a lot and I've decided that I now want an open marriage.” He said like he was making an announcement and I stared at him in confusion. “We've been married for just six months, Rowan. I… I've given you everything I've ever had. I've done nothing but love you and be a good wife to you. Why would you suddenly want an open marriage? Does it even make sense? We're mates. What kind of mate wants a fucking open marriage? You know what cheating does to your partner’s wolf.” I asked in despair, and he simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

He rambled. The mere fact that he was right, annoyed me more. “Shut up, boy!” I bellowed. “She felt the same way when she saw you with the silk press hair girl yesterday. What is with you two anyway, is this going to be an open marriage or what?” My eyes widened in surprise, and my anger intensified. “What is an open marriage? I would never have that with my wife. I don’t share.” I retorted. “So what’s your relationship with the …”

Her face was red but her expression was engaged and her eyes lively. I chimed in, "Yeah I'm kind of curious as well." chuckling. Mark looked suddenly embarrassed, "Oh, you heard that. Sorry about that." Vanessa was desperate for a clue, "Well?" He fidgeted in his bar stool, looking momentarily uncomfortable, but replied. "Look, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage of sorts. We married very young and we don't really mind the other one sowing some occasional wild oats, if you will. She actually kind of encourages it in my case."