Wife Wants Open Marriage Stories Novels & Stories

Naomi asked quietly as Anna lifted her third glass of whiskey. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Anna’s words were slightly slurred, but her smile remained sharp. “I know you gave up drinking,” Naomi said softly. “So talk to me. What’s wrong?” Anna scoffed. How was she supposed to explain that her husband of six years wanted an open marriage because she was “aging badly”? The words slipped out before she could stop them. “Jake is cheating on me. He said I’m not attractive anymore… and that he wants an open marriage.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh, the pain trembling through every word. “So I’m here for the same reason, Naomi. I want to get laid too.”

She remembers little stuff on what her husband likes just to avoid any conflict. Some ended their marriage because of too much love. Their partners loved another woman and that made her cousins crazy knowing their husbands infidelity. Even though they knew that men were allowed to have 1 or 2 lovers. She learned that women who are in love were crazy to no extent. So she never entertained any emotions like having a crush or liking anyone. She reached her debut without having any romantic emotions. For she settled to put her interest in books.

“And I think you’re beginning to do this on purpose, sweetheart.” Work swamped me the next morning when I arrived at the office after a heated argument with Fiona the previous night about her uncalled for behavior. But then I felt a pang of guilt. I couldn’t expect her to keep her body for me when my dick couldn’t stay still in my pants after discovering the sweetness of Jane’s body. I had almost agreed to an open marriage, but then I held myself back from making that mistake. Fiona was still my wife, after all. I’d decided to the open marriage in my head without her consent. She can fuck other guys.

"My wife is having sex with strangers in semi-public venues while I am trying to close the most important deal in our company's history." "Strangers?" I let out a harsh laugh. "You think you have the moral high ground? Daniel, you have a parade of mistresses that you barely bother to hide! You offered for us to have an open marriage!" I stepped closer to him, pointing a trembling finger at his chest. "You made this an open marriage," I accused, my voice rising. "You set the rules, you decided that vows were optional, and now that I finally found someone... now that I finally stepped out of the box you put me in, you want to play the outraged husband?"

Oh my God, my worst nightmare. "So a woman got my husband to say the words "Open Marriage" in four hours, while I can't get him to agree to a blow job ten years." I gasped throwing my journal. "Which man says no to a blow job, that's his loss." "I am defiantly saying no to this, I am shutting it down." No way my husband is going to screw the lobby bitch. My new nickname for her. "The wrong move, then he will cheat. this open marriage is a good thing, you will be in control and it's just going to be for two weeks plus you get to have other guys."

"You're my wife. You will act like it. You will show respect to the woman I choose to spend my time with." The woman he chooses. The words echoed in the hollow space he'd carved out inside me. I used to love him. I used to believe the open marriage was about freedom, about modern understanding. But it was never that. It was just his way of having everything, of owning me while sampling everything else. And now he was rubbing my face in it.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“You are good. It’s him.” I shake my head, “It isn’t anything to be concerned about.” “What is concerning?” Ben asks. Bea motions to me, “Tell him.” I let out a sigh, “There is a story in the tabloids about Max and I’s marriage.” Ben takes a deep breath. “Is it true?” Embarrassed, I nod. “Yes, they even are saying our marriage is a scam set up to please you.” “Joyce has a magazine,” Bea adds.

OPEN MARRIAGE. Nina's POV. "I think we should have an open marriage." Nate, my husband suggested and it felt like my world had just crumbled. Did I hear right or was I hallucinating? "An open marriage?" I repeated, just to be sure because currently, my hands that were holding the concealer to cover up the bruises on my face and neck were trembling. "Yes, You heard right, Nina." He frowned, showing his displeasure at being asked to repeat himself and I bit my lower lips hard.

How do I tell them my husband decided to open our marriage because he was no longer attracted to me? “You can trust us.” Jaxon adds. “We’re in no position to judge you.” I look up at him and nod. “Words, Sarah. Use your words.” Malachi says. “Yes.” I blurt out. “Yes. I came here to get fucked. I mean, I’m in an open marriage. He has the right to fuck anyone he wants, and I have the right to fuck anyone I want. So…why are you guys smiling like that?” “We never did give you a wedding gift, did we?” Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare.