My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

The pleasure was turning painful, overwhelming. She was fighting it so hard. My chest tightened. My idiot son had no idea what he was about to lose. “There’s nothing to regret,” she said with a bitter laugh. “This is exactly what he wanted. I’d be a fool to let him have all the fun.” I frowned, confused. Denver read my expression. “My husband wants an open marriage.” An open marriage. I clenched my fists as the words sank in. What kind of soap opera bullshit was this? I might have been absent from most of Dylan’s life, but I had never imagined he could be this reckless and stupid.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

"The Falcone family rule is no violence in business. But my rule is, no one disrespects my wife." He used to be my shield against every storm. He gave me all his affection, all his tenderness. He made me think that open marriage pact was dead and buried. Until Sophia. Now, for this "game," he had broken our only rule. The most important one. Loyalty. This wasn't about a thrill anymore. He was falling for her.

reverberated in his mind, stirring up emotions he had buried deep within. "Emily is my wife," Steve replied, his voice carrying a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty. "As long as I want her, she's mine. And if I ever grow tired of her, I'll leave. You don't have to stress over it." His words, though spoken with bravado, betrayed a hint of insecurity. Steve had never considered the possibility of divorce, and the mere suggestion of it shook him to his core. Behind his confident facade lay a tumult of doubts and fears, leaving him grappling with the uncertainty of his own feelings towards Emily and their marriage.

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.

There wasn't even a sheet covering me, and Nolan was already gone. Humiliation consumed me, but still, I blindly threw myself at him. I had been naive, thinking that being married would bring us back to how we used to be. I never imagined that he would end up hating me this much. "Why can't we just be like other couples?" I couldn't help but ask in a low voice. Nolan paused for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh. I found all the answers I needed in his silence. Unlike that night, Nolan wiped my face as I drifted off, and there was a blanket covering me when I woke up the next morning.

“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

"I have already had relationships before you. You knew that. I am not saying I will stop loving you. You are my home, Ashley. But my life is busy. Temptation is everywhere. This just means you never have to be surprised. There will be no lies between us." Ashley felt like she could not breathe. She sat down at the kitchen stool. "You are asking me to agree to an open marriage," she said. Harvey nodded once. "Yes. I am giving you honesty. Many women would be grateful. You will still be my wife. You will still have my name. You will still have me." Ashley pressed her hands together to stop them from shaking. "Harvey... I told you about my mother. You know why I hate this. You know what it did

I felt the heat in my chest, my very heartbeat hammering so loudly I thought he could hear it the same way I heard it like a drum in my ears. “We need to talk,” he said flatly. I swallowed and tried to steady my voice. “Okay… but I have something to tell you first. It’s important.” He didn’t bat an eye lid, didn’t even glance at me like I said anything.“I want an open marriage.” I froze immediately. My stomach dropped. I thought I was hearing things. “What did you just say?” “You heard me,” he said, finally turning, expression sharp and cold, like the words weren’t meant to hurt but they did anyway. “I want to be able to see other people freely,” My heart sank instantly, I was completely tak