Wife Wants Open Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

“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 will live with me as my wife, attend events, and maintain appearances. After that, the contract ends, and you walk away with the money.” Simple. Too simple. “And what’s the catch?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “No emotional attachment,” he said immediately. “No interference in my personal affairs. You follow my instructions in public, and you do not create unnecessary complications.” Elena raised a brow. “You sound like you’re hiring an employee, not marrying someone.” “In this situation, there’s very little difference.” She let out a quiet breath, shaking her head. “And what about the obvious part?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “What happens when people expect this marriage

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

“And honestly? No man is lining up for a woman with a body she doesn’t even know how to use. Good luck finding another one… that’s if anyone wants to touch a corpse disguised as a 5’6 woman.” My fingers curled harder, my nails digging into my palms, trying to ground every nerve in me that felt like breaking. I refused to cry. I refused to cower. I was done being the victim. Open marriage. It sounded raw, but definitely the best thing I needed to move past this. Without another word, I ran upstairs and threw myself into something hot. Since he wanted an open marriage, I would give him one in folds.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Strangely though, whenever such an occasion arose, the Big, Bad Boss had backed off quietly. Aiyana knew that some men did not hesitate to share their wives; some women enjoyed having more than one lover. She had seen open marriages but they were a thing she could not comprehend. Aiyana was a woman with old fashioned ideas. Yet she was wise enough not to be judgemental. But the Delano's was most certainly not an open marriage. Lucien Delano would kill the opposition before his wife could even think of sharing her bed! But James Schwartz? * She studied him over the rim of her mug, her eyes taking in the blonde curls, tousled and adorable, the keen, green eyes studying his phone as he went thr

, Aditya said coming inside the room and left with his wife, knowing she messed up while speaking bluntly. Dia then closed the door while Farha was still looking at her intently. She sighed deeply and looked at her before saying everything to her which only added fuel to her anger and shock. She was angry at her uncle and aunt for forcing her to marry him and was about to take a stand for her. But Dia stopped her and said she has agreed to marry him, willingly. "But why?", Farha asks. "I don't know.... it's just I felt so", she replied hesitantly not sure of her own decision.

And how did this concept of an Open marriage come about? Jake cleared his throat, looking at Hailey as she looked out of the passenger window for almost an hour now. "So, Hailey? How long have you been married?” “Five years.” Her voice was solemn. “So was it love at first sight, or did he pursue you until you gave in?” “I don’t know.” “Okay, how long would you say things had gone south in your marriage?” “I don’t know.” “What happened the evening I found you throwing your guts up and the babies?’

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Her face was red but her expression was engaged and her eyes lively. I chimed in, "Yeah I'm kind of curious as well." chuckling. Mark looked suddenly embarrassed, "Oh, you heard that. Sorry about that." Vanessa was desperate for a clue, "Well?" He fidgeted in his bar stool, looking momentarily uncomfortable, but replied. "Look, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage of sorts. We married very young and we don't really mind the other one sowing some occasional wild oats, if you will. She actually kind of encourages it in my case."