Wife Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

I belched, “What are we going to be talking about until they’re here?” She asked as my mind popped the question, she stared at me with her eyes widened, “What do you think if your husband finds out that you cheated in the union between you both?” “We’re having an open marriage so at times I let him cheat but he can’t get her pregnant” She divulged as she gulped down her throat. She reduced the tone of her voice so no one would eavesdrop on our conversation.

How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me? “You can trust us.” Jaxon adds. “We’re in no position to judge you.” I look up at him and nod. “Words, Sarah. Use your words.” Malachi says. “Yes.” I blurt out. “Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I’m in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?” “We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?” Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

"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.

"What's this?" "Wait, you can't read? Wow! I'll have to read it for …" "Shut up. I can read," she replied angrily and went through the document. "Wow!" "Isn't it amazing? This is practically the solution to our problem. We both don't want this marriage, anyway. So, we shouldn't allow it to be a hindrance to our happiness." Rhoda nodded. "Open marriage?" "I know you have a boyfriend. I've heard you call him a couple of times and you know I have a girlfriend, too. So, we can both be with the ones we love without feeling restricted. Freedom. You get what I mean?"

“Zachary, what nonsense are you speaking? I never said I wanted to sleep separately today, nor did I say anything about separation. Do not bring up old matters.” After some hesitation, he spoke. “Harriet, I simply do not wish to compel you. When Simon said I wasn’t a man, I realized the harm caused by my earlier declaration of having no interest in women, and how much you must’ve suffered by marrying me. I do not wish for you to be burdened by gossip, so I… agree to a separation.” “Have you lost your mind?” A disbelieving laugh escaped me. “Zachary, you have mistaken the order of things. It was I who willingly chose to marry you. Had you not declared that you had no interest in women, I migh

It all started when Derek, my husband said he wanted an open marriage and he wanted to explore more since we didn't have any children yet. I told her about it and she got angry on my behalf. But he eventually explained things and said it was just a joke, he didn't mean anything by it. I know Gigi is just looking out for me but this is my marriage, I don't want it to end just because of some suspicions.

“They just need a story that fits their crazy agenda.” She turned then, finally looking at me. There was something bright in her eyes. “He wanted an open marriage,” she said. “So I guess I’m opening everything. Just not the way he imagined.” I pushed off the doorframe and walked in. The kitchen smelled like coffee and citrus cleaner. I poured myself a cup, slow, unhurried, even as I felt her gaze on me. I could feel it, tracing over my shoulders, my chest, the thin sheen of sweat I hadn’t bothered to wipe away yet.

“At least, she tried her best.” I fought the urge to look down at myself, my face hot with embarrassment, but my hands reached down and dragged the dress down, trying to cover myself. Natasha found this amusing and Richard just scoffed. I fought back the shame that wanted to strangle me. “Richard, how–” “I want an open marriage.” The words completely died in my throat, almost choking me. “W-what did you just say?” He looked me right in the eye as he repeated those words. “I want an open marriage.”