Sexless Marriage Solution Novels & Stories

I stared at the, pot bellied, round short man for some minutes. "Maybe I can't Come here with my lover every time, but I can surely come here with my fiancee, any time I choose to, and mind you, soon enough we'll get married, and I'll bring my wife here whenever I choose to." I replied him. I heard Elora gasp behind me, well there's nothing I can do now, to protect her reputation, I guess I'd have to marry her. And put this Scrawny little Creature in his place.

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

“Something more kinky on Saturdays. I make use of ropes, cuffs and horse whips. If you’re not cool with anyone I can cross it off the list and find a suitable replacement…” “This is a contract marriage for heavens sake!” she cried. “There is no sex.” “Lower your voice,” I muttered. “Sex is a very important part of every relationship so I’m afraid we can’t do without it…” She stood up immediately. “I’m afraid that’s the end of our discussion as well.” “Wait!” I grunted. “Once a week then.”

"I have a better solution." Dread crawled up her spine. "What solution?" "An open marriage." The words hung in the air between them. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Lia's voice rose. "Exactly what it sounds like. We stay married. Keep up appearances for society and our families. But we're both free to see other people. No lying, no sneaking around. Just freedom to do what we want." She stared at him, unable to process what she was hearing. "You're asking me to give you permission to keep cheating?"

Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days. Article 2: No physical intimacy without mutual consent (though public displays of affection are mandatory). Article 3: No emotional attachment. Article 4: Under no circumstances shall a pregnancy occur. I paused at Article 4. My heart gave a strange little tug. "No pregnancy?" "I am under pressure from my board and my mother to produce an heir and settle down," Adrian said, standing up. He walked to the window, his back to me. He was tall, his tailored suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. "The marriage satisfies the 'settling down' requirement. But I have no intention of bringing a child into a world of business deals and fake smiles. This

He didn't want that. “We’re going to be married soon. Don’t you think we should try and see how much sexual compatibility there is between us?” she argued, blinking back tears, not understanding how he could refuse her so quickly. “Marissa, this is a contract marriage. Even though we have to perform the act of sex with each other, it doesn’t mean that we’ll be anything more than civil. You don’t have to go to such extreme lengths either. Until the wedding, I’m not going to…” he trailed off at the look in her eyes.

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”

“This situation isn’t good for either of us, or for Erik. We need a solution.” Pamela crosses her arms. “And what’s your solution?” “A contract marriage,” I say bluntly. Her eyes widen with shock. “You're insane.” “Hear me out,” I tell her before everything gets out of control. “Two years. We raise Erik together. It stabilises his life and puts an end to the media frenzy.” Pamela shakes her head, disbelief etched on her face. “You want me to pretend to be your wife just to save your reputation?”

Ella was at a loss for words, and after a long silence, she broke down and begged, "Jim, I'll go right now and end this pregnancy, like it never happened. Can't we just try for another baby?" I looked at her like she was out of her mind and said slowly, "Even if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't want you after you've cheated." Ella seemed not to grasp what I was saying and screamed desperately, "However, now you're blind in one eye, a monster, a cripple. Who else would marry you but me?" I could not help but laugh bitterly. "I'd rather stay single for the rest of my life than concern myself with you."

Like I had already told myself there was nothing that would ever make me have a conversation with them again. I didn’t really have the urge to use the restroom, I just needed a minute alone, away from the men who spoke brash words. “You know they have been friends for so long, I think high school,” she said. I smiled at her reflection in the mirror, pretending to be fixing my lipstick. Maybe if she noticed that I wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t bother trying to sell me a story. “How are you coping?” she asked. My brows dipped, “Sorry?” She had that smile again, “With the open marriage, Arnold had suggested we try that a couple of years ago, it was tough at first but now, I guess I am seeing