Novel & Cerita Wife Wants An Open Marriage

~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.”

she asked with a nervous laugh, hoping it was just pre-wedding jitters. His gaze was steady, unyielding. “There’s something I need you to agree to before we get married,” he said. “Agree to?” she repeated, her voice uncertain. “Leon, we’ve planned everything. What else could there be?” He took a deep breath, his hesitation lasting only a moment before he dropped the bombshell. “I need this marriage to be... open,” he said firmly. “I need the freedom to see other people.” The ground beneath Zara seemed to vanish. She blinked, her mind racing to process his words. “An open marriage?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You’re joking, right?”

It came as a sudden surprise to me when my wife, Elie, whom I love dearly, came to me and said, "Gabe, I need to tell you something. I'll be going away for the weekend with some of my coworkers over the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. There's this guy, Jack Turley, that I fancy, and we've been flirting a bit. I'll be back on Monday, and we can spend a cozy evening together." The words stunned me like a sledgehammer blow, and I reeled in confusion as my mind struggled to comprehend what I'd heard. With those words, our marriage was severely impacted. "Are you saying that you want an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we choose and come back home to be married again? Is that what you want? I don't w

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

My panties were soaked, my nipples hard and aching beneath my dress, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted them to pull over and take me right there in the backseat. I wanted Damian's hands on my thighs again, spreading me wide. I wanted Dominic's mouth on mine, swallowing my moans as they filled me. I wanted to ride them both until I forgot my own name, forgot Jarrett's betrayal, forgot everything except the pleasure they could give me. My husband wanted an open marriage? Good. Perfect. I was going to make him regret ever suggesting it. He thought I'd sit at home, crying and waiting for him while he fucked his way through every willing woman in the city? He thought I'd be the d

He rambled. The mere fact that he was right, annoyed me more. “Shut up, boy!” I bellowed. “She felt the same way when she saw you with the silk press hair girl yesterday. What is with you two anyway, is this going to be an open marriage or what?” My eyes widened in surprise, and my anger intensified. “What is an open marriage? I would never have that with my wife. I don’t share.” I retorted. “So what’s your relationship with the …”

I retorted, turning around to leave when his voice sounded. “There is no way you are leaving me.” I stared at him. “So what do you expect? That I stay married to a husband who doesn’t want me? Who never wanted me?” He exchanged a glance with his partner, then said the words that finally stripped away the last illusion. “Let’s have an open marriage. You can be with whomever you want.” The audacity stunned me. He said those damn words again. Oh god, how did I get into this kind of mess?

“We’re friends, aren’t we? We make each other laugh. We’re comfortable together. It doesn’t have to be a real marriage.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” “An open marriage.” His eyes locked onto mine. “We’ll act like the perfect couple so no one will know it’s fake. We’ll give our families what they want, but privately, we live our own lives. They’ll buy our story” “And if one of us falls in love with someone else?” “We divorce amicably.” He shrugged. “Or stay married and have a modern arrangement. Whatever works.” “You’d do that?” I looked for any sign he was lying. “Tie yourself to me, to this mess?”

"You're home early. Look, babe, this doesn't have to be a big deal. We've been drifting. I want an open marriage. You fuck who you want, I fuck who I want. Simple." Open marriage? After this? I stormed closer, my hands shaking. "You're not even sorry? I walk in on you screwing your assistant on our bed, and you propose this shit like it's a business deal? Why the hell would you do this?" He laughed, a low, mocking sound, finally slowing his hips but not stopping. Lisa moaned softly, biting her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Why? Because you're lazy in bed, Marcella. Always the same vanilla crap...missionary, lights off, like you're reading a textbook. Too bougie to let loose, ne