Wife Wants Open Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

“But then I found out about the stupid marriage contract nobody bothered telling me about.” The frustration in my voice made Adrian go quiet. I watched him push his tongue against the side of his cheek. Somehow I couldn't blame him. “So what now?” he asked after a moment. “You’re suddenly trying to play the perfect daughter-in-law?” “Never.” I scoffed immediately before hesitating slightly. “We just… uhm…” The words felt ridiculous even coming out of my own mouth. “I proposed an open marriage.” Adrian stared at me blankly.

The ladies however, join our table, and while they catch up with Bella, I nurse my drink, sipping slowly and carefully. From their conversation, I find out that both women are married to underbosses and they’re frustrated. “Just last week, I walked in on my husband in bed with a younger girl. I couldn’t even say a word,” the tall lady says with a shake of her head. “Mine told me if I’m tired of having him cheat all the time, I should agree to an open marriage. But I’m not allowed to have sex with other men.” I stare at them with disbelief, even through my slightly hazed mind, I can’t grasp the concept of such a union.

Noah said Natalia opened her mouth to answer but Noah beat her to it. “My wife enjoys cooking and singing to herself when she doesn’t have company. Not very much.” Piero noticed it all, but he decided to not say anything. Maybe he just felt that his wife was shy, or uncomfortable and was saving her the stress of answering herself. Even if that seemed very unlikely, he decided to go with that. “Do you read with your words often?” Piero asked and Noah scrunched up his face. “Of course I don’t read with my wife. I have my own things to do, and she stays on her own, sometimes with her friend, Gwendolyn.” Noah answered.

Jessica, holding the child, cried in front of the camera, saying that I brought a strange woman home on the wedding day and left for over a year. She exposed Laura's identity, claiming that all my job opportunities were thanks to Laura, labeling me as a heartless man. Furthermore, she also exposed my bank account information. She checked my bank account and found that there was no money on it. "This heartless man originally said he had over a million in savings, and that's why I agreed to marry him. But he's a liar! I checked his bank account, and there's no money in it! "He's just two-timing because he's broke, spending money from a rich girl while pretending to be devoted to me!"

As if I'd tell him that my plan was to become close with him so he would fall back or would just like me back. "Isn't it normal to just tell to my husband that I'll be doing my part as his wife? Why would I waste my name as your wife now that I am married," I said with a sigh. "But you said we'd be okay in an open marriage?" I glared at Wren and he gave me an apologetic look. But he looked more intrigued. "Sudden changed of mind, Wren." "Was that the case?" I nodded at him. "What other more case are you expecting?"

Before, now my face slammed at the bottom of a pit. When Angela and I meet ten years ago. I already said to myself, that I finally found the right woman for me. She's timid and loves to be alone. Maybe, because she came from a rich family that is why she can't easily trust anybody. And I manage to break her wall and entered her world. That's the reason why I fell in love with her. Angela's too good to be true she's perfect. She was not supposed to marry someone like me but she fights for me. And now we're married for ten years. And I can't add the word 'happily married' cause' I always found myself asking am I really happy? I let out a heavy sigh.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The pleasure was turning painful, overwhelming. She was fighting it so hard. My chest tightened. My idiot son had no idea what he was about to lose. “There’s nothing to regret,” she said with a bitter laugh. “This is exactly what he wanted. I’d be a fool to let him have all the fun.” I frowned, confused. Denver read my expression. “My husband wants an open marriage.” An open marriage. I clenched my fists as the words sank in. What kind of soap opera bullshit was this? I might have been absent from most of Dylan’s life, but I had never imagined he could be this reckless and stupid.

I lifted my head and looked up at him from the floor of the room where my marriage had just died, my whole body shaking. "What exactly do you call this?" My voice cracked and rose. "A wife for your cameras and my sister for your bed. What do you call that, Michael?" He straightened up. He buttoned his cuff, first the left, then the right, and looked down at me with the patient face of a man closing a meeting. "I want an open marriage," he said. "A divorce will taint my reputation."