My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

“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

"I can't keep doing this. I can't keep walking into family dinners with nothing to show. I can't keep watching my father shake his head like I'm a disappointment. I need kids. I need an heir. And if you can't give me that..." He stopped. Took a breath. Looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time in years. "So I'm done waiting," he said. "I want an open marriage." The words didn't make sense at first. They just hung there. "Open... marriage?" I repeated slowly. "Yeah." He nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. "I sleep with other women. You sleep with whoever you want. No questions. No jealousy. We stay married. We keep the house, the money, the life. But I get to h

"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."

"You're home early. Look, babe, this doesn't have to be a big deal. We've been drifting. I want an open marriage. You fuck who you want, I fuck who I want. Simple." Open marriage? After this? I stormed closer, my hands shaking. "You're not even sorry? I walk in on you screwing your assistant on our bed, and you propose this shit like it's a business deal? Why the hell would you do this?" He laughed, a low, mocking sound, finally slowing his hips but not stopping. Lisa moaned softly, biting her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Why? Because you're lazy in bed, Marcella. Always the same vanilla crap...missionary, lights off, like you're reading a textbook. Too bougie to let loose, ne

She looked absolutely stunned, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even I knew what I was saying made little to no sense but it was how I wanted things to be. “What…you don’t want to be present in the life of your wife and your child?” How do I explain to her that I didn’t want to pull a “Gonzalo” on them so I needed to stay far away? “Yes.” “Are you suggesting an open marriage?” “If you want to be involved with other people, I would hope you’d be discreet about it so it doesn’t affect your reputation or the child’s life.”

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

"You know that I didn't just get married to Scott because I wanted to fulfill my grandmother's wish. He's my first love. I have been in love with him since I was a kid. Maybe, just maybe if I continue to be a dutiful wife, he would reciprocate my love." Mia held her head and let out an exasperated breath. The next second, she grabbed her friend's arms, shook her hard, and shouted, "Snap out of it, Zara! That monster doesn't have a heart. He's not only a cheat, but also a manipulative asshole. He was the one who asked for an open marriage. He has been frolicking with that bitch called Cora, but yet, he got mad because you went partying with another man. You even did that just to get his atten

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.