Sexless Marriage Solution Novels & Stories

“It would be horribly unsettling to … well… you know.” “I’ve thought about it,” Alexander said. “We would not have to be an actual man and wife in the sense you just referred to. We could be man and wife on paper only. I could maintain my private life on the side, as could you. Plenty of married couples live that way.” “A loveless marriage,” Elise said wistfully. “I love you dearly, cousin. It would not be loveless. It would just be sexless, as neither of us desires to be together in such a way,” he explained.

“They have no choice, nothing can ever part us, they just have to get used to it at this point.” “Yeah, they would adjust. Do whatever makes the both of you very happy and living.” “Yes we will and we might go for insemination to get babies in the future.” “Or we will get cats.” “And dogs.” The groups chats just continued with jokes, excitements and four young women trying to satisfy their sexual deviants and lust. “We would also be having an open marriage so we would fuck whoever we want.” “Good thinking. That is a great idea. At least for more satisfaction.”

My boring, sexless marriage is over. Something much better has taken its place.

Adrian decided that marriage was hard. There was no sugar coating it. The dreaded prison called marriage was not for the faint hearted. On their wedding night, Kristen had informed him that they were not going to be having sex for the entirety of their marriage. Well she didn’t say that but he got her message loud and clear. Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place.

"There will be no sex. None. Ever." Eunice stopped moving. Her mouth popped open, and then she let out a bark of laughter that drew eyes from the next table. "What? No sex? How does that work? We’re getting married, right?" My jaw tightened until I heard a click. I wasn't looking for a debate. I wanted a ghost, someone to fill a space and keep their hands off me. "Those are the terms," I said. "Simple and clean."

And my husband… Graham Sinclair sat across from me in his three-piece suit like we were discussing stock options, not the destruction of our marriage. And then he said it. Again. “It’s an open marriage, Elena. It’s the only solution that makes sense.” I blinked slowly, my spine rigid in the sleek gray chair, arms folded on my lap like I was back in boarding school, being punished for speaking too loud. My lips parted, a soft exhale leaving me, but the words didn’t come. I couldn’t find them. Because what do you even say when the man you’ve been married to for five years calmly, coolly tells you he wants to sleep with other women?

“ I know that our contract says that you cannot make sexual advances towards me, but there’s nothing about me making some to you….” “Are you drunk?” “No, I’m horny and I have just realized that this entire arrangement means that I will not be having sex for five years. I’ve been slut-shamed and sexually repressed by my mother for years and I finally have a chance to explore my sexuality and here I am in a potentially sexless marriage. I mean we can’t be sleeping with other people to keep up with this facade right?” Anna says to him. Henry looks at her. “I’m not pressurizing you or anything…like consent is sexy and stuff…”

She turned and went up the stairs, vanishing into the sanctum of her and Dad's room, leaving us in a thick silence. The sound of her footsteps had hardly dissipated when Josh, the eternal opportunist, made his move. "Fixed marriage? Man, you're seriously getting the bad end of the deal. Your marriage is like a subscription package, you understand? Limited-time offer," he said, attempting a joke, which fell on deaf ears amidst the charged air. He caught a sharp backhand from me, the blow making him jump. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes widening in mock outrage.

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.”

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.