Romans & histoires Wife Wants An Open Marriage

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?"

"I'm not your wife. Don't talk nonsense." "I didn't talk nonsense. You were my wife in the past. You're my wife now and will be my wife forever. I have regarded you as my wife in my heart, though we haven't applied for the marriage certificate. Would you like to go to apply for the marriage certificate now?" He looked at her sincerely. Her heart beat fast. "Apply for the marriage certificate? You change the topic so quickly. Besides, in the elevator, you said that you had decided on the wedding day. When did you decide it? Why didn't you tell me that?"

It is clear she doesn’t want to be near me. We are almost finished when I slide the folder towards Ellie. “I want you to look over this,” I say. Ellie opens the folder and I begin to explain, “I would like to change the guidelines of our marriage. I haven’t treated you like a wife or lived up to my vows, but I want that to change.” Ellie flips through the papers then asks, “Why Maxwell? We are almost halfway through our contracts. I think it would be easier on everyone if we-

“No man, and I mean no fucking man, wants to see his wife walking around his own house, flaunting her sex doll or boy toy right in his face, especially in the same home where his son lives. And having sex with him openly, with no shame or remorse for your husband? That’s disgusting.” Olivia interrupted me, her voice loud and echoing down the hallway. “You don’t know shit! We had an open marriage!” she screamed. I chuckled bitterly. “Yes, you guys did. He told me. But that isn’t a fucking excuse. Apparently, ‘you’ had an open marriage, not him. Because while you were out there fucking around, he never did. Or even if he did, at least he never flaunted his relationships in your face like a hea