Wife Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Burn out to say the least. About a week ago, her husband, Chase had sat her down and calmly suggested an open marriage. He told her that he loved her, but he needed to “explore” and that he was tired of eating from just one pot in his own words. He said it as though it was the only way to keep their spark alive. But she knew she was losing her man, the only logical thing she could do at that moment was refuse immediately. She told him through tears that she could not afford to share him with another woman or live with the thoughts of him in bed with other women.

I said calmly. "We don't have to do what? I don't make love to my wife because she hates when we do. Everyone thinks we are the perfect couple but we both know we are far from that," he yelled with so much rage in his eyes. "Do you prefer we have an open marriage instead since you can't fulfill your duty to me as my wife?" He blurted out and my heart skipped a beat. "An open marriage would ruin our reputation, Karl, that isn't an option," I said calmly.

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

“Just… get up. I’m not in the mood for this.” Fiona’s eyes widened, rage and humiliation flushing across her face as she stood, crossing her arms over her bare chest. “You know what, Jordan? I think I have an idea. We should have an open marriage. I have needs, and you’re clearly not doing a good job meeting them.” “What?” Jordan snapped, pulling up his trousers, glaring at her. “Are you insane? We just got married, Fiona. Not even a day in, and you’re already talking about fucking other men? You’ve lost your mind.”

"We were together for three years, then married for five. And to answer your next question, well I'd like to say that I let him be him. I'm not a controlling wife and I let him do what he wants, because we are our own people even if we are in a marriage." "You let him do what he wants? I'm sure the people in the audience and the people at home want to know exactly what you're talking about so could you clarify it for us. Because, we have sources that say you are in an open marriage, is that true?" "Well, I'm not sure who your source is but they might want to do some more digging." "So, I take that as a no then?" "Chase and I don't believe in sharing our significant other. There are loads of

My phone buzzed—Warren’s reply lighting the lock screen like a neon sign. Warren 🥃: I’m at your service, my contract wife. Text me whenever you’re ready… lol I grinned like I’d won the lottery, the lawsuit, and custody of the dog we don’t have. “In fact, yes,” I said, leaning back and folding my arms like a boss. “I’ve been doing some deep thinking about your whole open-marriage manifesto. And you know what? You’re one hundred and ten percent right. Everyone deserves to explore their desires. So I’m in.”

Sarah opined. "If we're going to play with fire like this," Master said, "I think rules are even more important. Are we even talking about a marriage anymore if everyone gets to fuck whoever they want. Julia just learned her parents are in an open marriage. Essentially they're together for the purposes of a tax deduction and so they don't have to go through the hassle of a divorce, because they're with anyone else they want to be. This is a limited time deal, because I don't want an open marriage. I'm more traditional than that. I'm indulging a fantasy of my wife for a brief period of time. It has some sexual benefits to us both, which makes it more fair, I guess, but I'm not going to fuck y

"I can't keep doing this. I can't keep walking into family dinners with nothing to show. I can't keep watching my father shake his head like I'm a disappointment. I need kids. I need an heir. And if you can't give me that..." He stopped. Took a breath. Looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time in years. "So I'm done waiting," he said. "I want an open marriage." The words didn't make sense at first. They just hung there. "Open... marriage?" I repeated slowly. "Yeah." He nodded like it was the most logical thing in the world. "I sleep with other women. You sleep with whoever you want. No questions. No jealousy. We stay married. We keep the house, the money, the life. But I get to h

"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?"