My Husband Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

“Shame the one I love doesn't want marriage.” Eventually, they reached their VIPs, Richard slumped beside Jeremy and punched him on the shoulder playfully. “Quit lying and tell him that both of you are just having fun.” He was exposed. Jeremy shot him a fake glare. “I don't think I can handle marriage at my young age.” “Until you turn old, man?” “Well, I'm afraid all marriages lead to divorce. The divorce rate is high. I wonder if both partners were truly in love.” “Of course, you can't marry someone you don't love.” Devyn cut in.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“We won’t be sharing the same rooms. We’ll have our own separate rooms.” “What a jerk,” I fumed inside, scolding myself for falling for his act. For a moment there, I thought he’d agree and say “no problem.” I wanted to ask him why: Was it because our marriage was arranged and based on the contract he came up with, because even though we’re married, we’re still strangers, or because it was an open marriage? I reckon couples in open marriages still shared a room and a bed. So why wouldn’t we?

Malcolm said and patted my shoulder. "Malcom, didn't you just get married last year." "No, well yeah but it's an open one. I get to do what I want. She gets to stay home, look pretty and spend my money." he said with a shrug. "I don't think that's how an open relationship works Malcolm. You both get to have fun outside." "Why would I want my wife sleeping around? I'd kill her if I found her cheating." He brought out a tobacco from his pocket, "Anyone have a lighter?"

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

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.

“If I remember right, the open marriage was his idea. He even bragged about drafting a set of rules, one of them being that neither partner should ever know who the other was sleeping with.” Sharon arches a brow, arms folded. “Well, I guess he’s changed his mind.” I snort, though it feels hollow. “And his wife?” Sharon shrugs. “We don’t move in the same circles. There is no way of getting her side of things.” Well, I’ve heard her breath catch, and felt her skin tremble against mine. If anyone could ask, it’s me. But how the hell would I even start that conversation without giving myself away?

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?”

"You're my wife. You will act like it. You will show respect to the woman I choose to spend my time with." The woman he chooses. The words echoed in the hollow space he'd carved out inside me. I used to love him. I used to believe the open marriage was about freedom, about modern understanding. But it was never that. It was just his way of having everything, of owning me while sampling everything else. And now he was rubbing my face in it.

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”