Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

He walked toward me, and I backed up until my back hit the dresser. "I want an open marriage, Emilka," he said simply. I stared at him, stunned. "An open marriage? You mean you want permission to cheat? Or you want me to be okay with what you’re already doing.” "I'm doing this for us," he said, and the lie was so smooth it made me want to scream. "Look at what we've been through. The doctors. The hormones. The three failed IVFs. It’s been years of needles, crying, and disappointment. It turned our bedroom into a lab, Emil. I don't want to disturb you with my... needs anymore. I have a legacy to think about. I need a life that isn't just mourning a child that isn't coming."

"Oh, Jesus, Sophia. Are we doing this tonight? I'm in a good mood. We just closed the deal of the century. Can't you just be happy?" "Answer the question." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I love you, Sophia. You're my wife, you're my partner." "Then why do you need them?" I gestured to the phone on the table. "Why did you propose an open marriage, Daniel? You don't ask the person you truly love to share you. You don't open the door if you're happy inside the house."

“We’re friends, aren’t we? We make each other laugh. We’re comfortable together. It doesn’t have to be a real marriage.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” “An open marriage.” His eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll act like the perfect couple so no one will know it’s fake. We’ll give our families what they want, but privately, we live our own lives. They’ll buy our story” “And if one of us falls in love with someone else?” “We divorce amicably.” He shrugged. “Or stay married and have a modern arrangement. Whatever works.” “You’d do that?” I looked for any sign he was lying. “Tie yourself to me, to this mess?”

“I don’t think so, I love him too much! It’s scary thinking about it, I love him more than I loved Jeremy then, how can I move on, “You have us Jenna, Darell, Hailey and I would be with you at every step of the way, we’ll get through this together!” “I hope so too,” ** “Open marriage?!” “Yes, why?!” Jenna shrugged as she gently dropped the glass of wine she was drinking, crossed her legs and looked up at him. “What do you mean open marriage?!” “Why not open marriage, you like cheating right?! It’s in your nature, an open marriage will give you the opportunity to cheat on me without being held accountable!”

And in the end, I will be the one to ask for divorce while he desperately begs for me to not leave him in the dry. “Fine,” he’s smiling now, he must think an open marriage is the best idea, that way, he can keep parading me as his wife while his dick goes in every hole. “We’ll have an open marriage, the company needs your stupid brain after-all.” He’s so fucking easy. So easy. “Good.” I say with a smile, grabbing my bag and making my way out, I was about to walk out the door when I heard the conversation between him and that slut on the bed.

he asked with a bit of disbelief, and I shrugged my shoulders hesitantly before giving a reply. “Yes. I work now.” “Who gave you that right?” he spoke, his voice coming off dangerously low. My skin crawled in fear, and I took another step away. “You asked for an open marriage, Aaron.” “And that doesn’t come with a condition for you to work.” “An open marriage is an open marriage! I get to decide what to do….” “I am still your husband, Nova! You don’t do things until I ask you to!”

" Open marriage.? What's that.? “It means he can flirt with other girls without me raising an objection." I replied looking up at him like he is foolish. " So.? What happened to an open marriage.? He asked like it was a normal stuff. My heart sank. “But pa he's married to me, that's cheating.! I protested feeling wronged. " Jason is a man and free to make whatever decisions he likes. If you aren't comfortable with the open marriage, you're free to file for divorce.” He replied nonchalantly and swiveled his chair to face the opposite direction, indirectly telling me "this discussion is over."

“How would you like me to thank you? Should I build a statue of you in the yard?” “I don’t have time for this.” He stands, but then a new, thoughtful look crosses his face. It’s the look he gets before a business acquisition. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss. Now is a good time.” My stomach turns to ice. This is it. The divorce? “What is it?” I ask, bracing for the blow. “I want an open marriage and a threesome at our next anniversary.” The words hang in the air, senseless. “What?”

Locked. "Don't bother looking for a towel," he said coldly. "What do you mean?" He walked closer. His steps were slow and measured, like a predator sure its prey wouldn't escape. I backed away until my back touched the side of the bed. "Do as the initial agreement says," he said. "The initial agreement?" "We agreed on an open marriage. You can be with Adrian and Sebastian whenever you want. I won't stop you. In fact, I'll support it." "But I'm not ready yet…"

he said. I opened the file and started reading. It was a marriage contract agreement. I felt my eyes widening as I read through it. "What's this?" I asked, looking up at Darius. "It's our marriage contract," he said. "I want us to be clear on what's expected of us." Okay, I don’t know where this is suddenly coming from, but the only reason this marriage is happening is because he had to lie; if not, we won’t be stuck in this mess.