My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

he asked, irritation rising in his tone. “It means…” I paused, trying to keep my voice calm, “we try for a child.” He moved closer and narrowed his eyes. “Or what?” There it was. I didn't want to have to use that but he left me no choice. “Or I let your mother know the real reason we don’t have one,” I said flatly and held his gaze without flinching. The air shifted instantly. “What did you just say?” His voice dropped low and lethal. I straightened my shoulders and continued calmly, “That we haven’t had a child, because my husband won’t touch me. And that…” I smirked slightly, “we’re in an open marriage.”

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!”

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

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…”

"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."

" 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."

“Urg. Wendy, you’re such a pervert. Seriously, get your husband a visit to the doctor. They make pills for this sort of thing, you know.” “Oh, my husband and I had a discussion about that. He was missing things in our relationship, too. So, we agreed to test out an open marriage. He’s been fucking the barista at our local coffee shop. Like rabbits. Anyway, I’ve only had one fling, but it gave me a taste of what’s available, and I intend on sampling as many varieties of man candy as I can get my lips on.” “Am I interrupting?” Charles asked, opening the door.

I belched, “What are we going to be talking about until they’re here?” She asked as my mind popped the question, she stared at me with her eyes widened, “What do you think if your husband finds out that you cheated in the union between you both?” “We’re having an open marriage so at times I let him cheat but he can’t get her pregnant” She divulged as she gulped down her throat. She reduced the tone of her voice so no one would eavesdrop on our conversation.

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.