Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

I instinctively grabbed his hand, keeping it in place. “You can do whatever you want … but leaving me? That's impossible,” he said with clenched teeth and then sniffed my hair. He leaned away, sat down on the couch and smirked. “Modern marriages are based on hypocrisy, you know.” He removed his wristwatch and loosened his tie. “I think we should have an open marriage,” he said casually, and my heart sank. An Open marriage? Authorise cheating? Never. That went against everything I believed in. “You want to leave the person that made you…”

she asked with a nervous laugh, hoping it was just pre-wedding jitters. His gaze was steady, unyielding. “There’s something I need you to agree to before we get married,” he said. “Agree to?” she repeated, her voice uncertain. “Leon, we’ve planned everything. What else could there be?” He took a deep breath, his hesitation lasting only a moment before he dropped the bombshell. “I need this marriage to be... open,” he said firmly. “I need the freedom to see other people.” The ground beneath Zara seemed to vanish. She blinked, her mind racing to process his words. “An open marriage?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You’re joking, right?”

“Listen very attentively, Christian. Your company going public has nothing to do with me. I wouldn’t touch you even with a ten foot pole, let alone stay married to you. Read my lips, it’s over between us!” His anger sudden became palpable as his jaw clenched. “I’m not going to accept that nonsense! Divorce? Never!” He stated, his voice firm. “And you think I care if you accept it or not?” I hissed, my cold voice matching his. He took a step closer, and surprisingly, his expression suddenly softened. “Victoria, how about we opt in for an open marriage?” “I mean, It’s very common these days among the social elites too,” he suggested, his eyes glinting with hope.

" But what if it is just a physical attraction and what if you think that you want an open marriage again later on?? " "I am not only sexually attracted towards you, but I am also absolutely crazy about you, love you. This would never be an open marriage. We are never going to even use this term ever. Okay? I know you love me as much as I love you. I am an idiot for whatever I did and said. That open marriage and everything was absurd, I would rather die than let anyone come anywhere near you. I want you in my life. I want to change the diapers of our babies together. I want to grow old with you. I want to do everything that a normal loving couple does, But I don't want to live without you

“With a flower vase. Then I drove until I ended up here.” I exhaled. “You’re allowed to be angry.” I whistled. “Damn. You’re having the worst Tuesday.” “Try week.” She signaled for another round. “He wants an open marriage. Says five years, no kids, time to ‘move on.’” “What a loser,” I blurted. “Dump his ass. File first. Take the dog, the yacht, the vacation house—” “We don’t have a dog.” “Get a dog. Name it Karma. Train it to pee on his shoes.”

“You don’t need to know. I will make things quick right now. My husband and I are currently in an open marriage…” “Seraphina” A growl rumbled from Rowan’s throat while Bob searched his eyes around as if looking for a quick escape. I ignored Rowan, taking another step forward until I closed the space between me and Bob. I pushed my lips forward in a pout, reaching for his tie. “Don't look at me like that. The whole open marriage idea was initiated by my husband…” I tugged at his tie. “You see, my husband has a first love and even if the thought is already heartbreaking, he doesn't seem to stop talking about his love for her. He doesn't care about what I feel and he even dared to say it to my

“Just… get up. I’m not in the mood for this.” Fiona’s eyes widened, rage and humiliation flushing across her face as she stood, crossing her arms over her bare chest. “You know what, Jordan? I think I have an idea. We should have an open marriage. I have needs, and you’re clearly not doing a good job meeting them.” “What?” Jordan snapped, pulling up his trousers, glaring at her. “Are you insane? We just got married, Fiona. Not even a day in, and you’re already talking about fucking other men? You’ve lost your mind.”

he tried to convince me. “And what happens to me?” “Nothing. You'll keep being my wife for as long as you want, but in an open marriage, as you know well what I feel for Cassie.” “What happens if I keep it?” I asked, wanting to know the consequences of challenging him. “Then you should get ready to die single. I mean, look at you. Who would marry a woman who is plus size, unattractive, even the expensive clothes I buy don't hide it.”

"Because that's a term I have heard before." Ed was shaking his head. "That's two similar, but different things. Swinging is sharing your spouse with another couple, either individually or together. An open marriage isn't a mutual consent thing, normally. An open marriage means that if I find some girl attractive, let's just say Kelly, for argument's sake. Let's say that she's a waitress that I find attractive and I sweet-talk her into coming home with me. As long as Marie is okay with it, and Kelly is obviously okay with it, I can have sex with her."

George said. I gulped a lump down my throat. I think it was time for me to use my charms to lure George into falling deeply for me. I just had to, no matter what. That was how desperate I was. "You wanted to know what kind of relationship my husband and I share. This is me letting you know that my husband and I do not love each other at all. It is a loveless marriage, an open relationship where we both get to do whatever we want." I ranted.