Wife Wants An Open Marriage Novels & Stories

The leadership position would be mine, and I would leave my wife to do as she pleased. There was no danger of me falling for Olivia or any other woman I knew. They didn’t have Daisy’s kindness and caring, combined with her beauty, intelligence, and strength. “Don’t get me wrong, Victor, you are an attractive man,” Olivia said. “And I’m sure we’ll get along in every way. But I’m equally sure we will grow bored with each other quickly. That’s why open marriages are quite in fashion these days.” “I’m pleased you feel this way,” I said. I’ve never been faithful to any woman, and I didn’t want to be.

“Yeah. I know you’re a married woman, but maybe you’ve decided to leave that asshole.” “That’s not even on the table,” I countered. “I love my husband.” He chuckled mockingly. “He doesn’t feel the same way about you, though.” He paused as though studying my expression. “A man who truly cares about you wouldn’t want to be with another woman, much less propose an open marriage.” The statement hit me bitterly and harshly, but did Jeremy really not care about me? Nah. I doubted that. He was probably doing all this because he was confused.

“You’re terrified…….And instead of dealing with it, you’re trying to cage me like some animal at a zoo.” His jaw tightened. I didn’t stop. “I didn’t marry you to be monitored…….. I didn’t sign up to report my movements. And I definitely didn’t agree to be lectured like a child.” Silence stretched. Then he said, quietly, “Maybe we need different terms.” I blinked. “What?” He exhaled, frustrated. “An open marriage……You do what you want but not to the public eye…..I do what I want. No expectations.” I laughed again, sharp and disbelieving.

"Because that's a term I have heard before." Ed was shaking his head. "That's two similar, but different things. Swinging is sharing your spouse with another couple, either individually or together. An open marriage isn't a mutual consent thing, normally. An open marriage means that if I find some girl attractive, let's just say Kelly, for argument's sake. Let's say that she's a waitress that I find attractive and I sweet-talk her into coming home with me. As long as Marie is okay with it, and Kelly is obviously okay with it, I can have sex with her."

“I can’t keep showing up to family dinners with nothing to show. I can’t keep watching Elena and Raymond shake their heads at me. I need kids. I need a legacy. And if you can’t give me that…” He paused. Looked at me like I was someone he barely recognized. “I want an open marriage.” I stared at him. The words felt unreal. “Open marriage?” I repeated slowly. “Yeah.” He shrugged like it was simple. “I sleep with other women. You can see whoever you want. We stay married. Keep the house, the money, the image. I get children. You get freedom. It’s practical.” My stomach dropped. This was the man I had stood by through everything. The one who promised forever. Now he was standing there offering t

Open Marriage Intro- Jean and her husband have successful careers and a rich successful company the only thing they were lacking in their life and marriage is that spark they once had. Taking on a suggestive idea jean and her husband Cedric decides to have permanent third partner, maybe an open marriage will ignite the spark they lost. Jean's P.O.V. "Are you sure you still want this?"Her husband asks .. "What did you think about that last one? ” Cedric commented prompting his wife to face palm herself.

“If I remember right, the open marriage was his idea. He even bragged about drafting a set of rules, one of them being that neither partner should ever know who the other was sleeping with.” Sharon arches a brow, arms folded. “Well, I guess he’s changed his mind.” I snort, though it feels hollow. “And his wife?” Sharon shrugs. “We don’t move in the same circles. There is no way of getting her side of things.” Well, I’ve heard her breath catch, and felt her skin tremble against mine. If anyone could ask, it’s me. But how the hell would I even start that conversation without giving myself away?

“Thank you for saying that.” “Of course,” he said. “We’re a family.” I nodded as I continued to watch Scarlett, making my father laugh with something cute she said. “Yeah…we’re a family.” Next in the series… My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man who wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out.

~SEREN~ I blink once, then twice. Did he just say… “An open marriage?” The words scrape against my throat like sand as they leave my mouth. Julian nods before pausing to stare at me like I’m a child struggling to understand something simple. “Ah, figures,” he mutters before continuing. “An open marriage is when—” “I know what a fucking open marriage is, Julian,” I snap. “My question is why?” “Well…” Julian starts toward me. His fingers reach for my hair, and I nearly recoil when a faint whiff of what I’m sure is Lila’s juice reaches me from his skin.

I begin, unsure if it's too late to do damage control and if she's told Caelum. “Absolutely don't care.” she shrugs, “You know what type of marriage you and your husband have going for you.” “Exactly, marriage. It's untouchable, we're in an open marriage but we love each other very much. So much so that no one can separate us, especially not a little overpaid stripper.”