My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

I said, reaching desperately for his hand but he pulled away disgustingly like I was contaminated. “Don’t say that.” His voice turned cold. “It only makes you look pathetic. Since you’re determined to stay, here’s how it’s going to be. We are opening the marriage and I am going to explore other options. I would have suggested you do the same, but we both know no one else would want you." The air left my lungs as the words rang in my ears. “An open marriage?” I gasped. “Caleb, no, I can't. Please, we can go to counseling and we can—”

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

’ Valentina knocked on the door. “Pass” was a short and powerful order. “I finished cleaning” I was a little tired and wanted to rest, so I asked impatiently, “Is there anything else?” “Do you want us to go public with our marriage tomorrow? Do you have any comments?” He asked while still looking at the documents in his hand. “No,” she had no say in all of this. It is within the contract; I must do whatever is asked. “Then we will be husband and wife in the company. We will behave as such. Okay?”

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…"

“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—”

~SEREN~ I blink once, then twice. Did he just say… “An open marriage?” The words scrape against my throat like sand as they leave my mouth. Julian nods before pausing to stare at me like I’m a child struggling to understand something simple. “Ah, figures,” he mutters before continuing. “An open marriage is when—” “I know what a fucking open marriage is, Julian,” I snap. “My question is why?” “Well…” Julian starts toward me. His fingers reach for my hair, and I nearly recoil when a faint whiff of what I’m sure is Lila’s juice reaches me from his skin.

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."

I swallowed hard, my head nodding before I could stop myself. “Wait—did I just say suggestion?” He chuckled darkly. “No. It’s not a suggestion. It’s a fact. A certainty.”He spat. “O… okay. What is it?” I asked. “Don’t rush me,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I want us to have an open marriage,” he said as if it meant nothing. My eyes widened in shock. “What?” I muttered, my voice high. “You heard me clearly ,” he replied. “Why? No — I don’t want an open marriage, Ryder. What the hell are you talking about?”

"Glen, when did you ever even hint you would be open to that? Once we were married, you were determined to turn me into the dutiful little housewife. Outside of skinny dipping with Aubrey and some heavy flirting, you never gave me the idea you would want to explore sleeping with others." "Neither did you," he said. "You could have at least brought the subject up. Hell, it seems to work for Selby and Faith well enough. They're having fun together. Didn't I at least deserve the opportunity to say yes or no? You never even gave me the chance." She stared at him. "You want an open marriage? What my sister has? You would have agreed to that?" He stood, setting his beer on the table in front of hi

"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."