Wife Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

Velma murmured with a confused face. ‘How could we not need it?’ In her understanding, the rich and powerful families all needed marriage alliances. "Yes, we don’t need it. Those families who rely on marriages to remain strong are not really strong. Mom, now the Flint family is no longer the Flint family it used to be. Please think about it. I really hope you accept Sydney. I don't want to choose between you and Sydney. If I really need to choose one and leave her, it must not be Sydney." Julien stared at Velma and said.

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

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?

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.”

Anna froze, the single word slipping out before she even realized she’d spoken. “What?” Jake stood in front of her, arms crossed, expression flat and emotionless—as if he hadn’t just shattered six years of marriage with one sentence. “You heard me well,” he repeated, voice cool and steady. “I want an open marriage.” A shaky, unsure laugh escaped her lips. “You can’t be serious, Jake.” But he didn’t blink and he didn’t smile. “I’m dead serious.”

I said crossing my arms. The lady wakes up to me and gave me a big hug and whispers in my ear. "Don't worry, I like to share" What the fuck- She finally let's go of me and steps back standing by her husband. "I didn't know...I'm sorry" I say. They both laugh at what just came out of my mouth. "Don't be sorry sweetie, we've got an open relationship" she laughs. An open relationship when they're married? Why be married then?

There was frustration in her voice—but no real blame. Just worry. I forced a wry curve on my lips. After a moment, she exhaled again, like she was letting go of her anger. “Fine.” She reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Have you made up your mind? You’re really staying in this marriage?” I nodded. “Alright,” she said. “If you’re not leaving, you must know this is a war now.” Then her expression hardened slightly. “From now on, you don’t get to just sit there and take it anymore. You need to fight against Anna, and even Alex and Daniel, to guard your marriage..”

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.