Adultery Stories Novels & Stories

Double-stuffing his own wife’s throat while the brothers destroyed my holes. “You wanted this, Helen?” he growled, voice shaking with corrupted lust. “Then take it all.” The ultimate corruption was complete. My husband was no longer just watching — he was participating in my destruction. They fucked me for hours. I lost count of how many times I came. They rotated through every possible combination — double vaginal, double anal, airtight spit-roasting. They made me beg on camera for their cum, for their babies, for them to destroy my marriage and my husband’s political dreams.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

I asked trying to confirm. "Yes, and another shocking revelation is..." He trailed off looking at my facial expression. "What?" I asked him with an hushed voice, I had no patience in me as it was. "We..." He pointed at both himself and myself. "Have both committed adultery because as of four years ago, Miriam and Collins married," he deadpanned. Holy shit! She was married and she slept around? What the fuck is going on? Was she that heartless to have sense. Was her stupid husband who claimed to be her brother that useless to let his woman sleep around with men?

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked. As usual, my brother has a bunch of the guys over. I stayed in the room all night. By midnight, most of them were gone except for his two closest friends. They crashed in the house often, so I was used to their presence. The only problem was that seeing them got me wet, which was why after I ran into them while getting water in the kitchen, I went to my room, closed the door, and plugged in my headphones. I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play.

“I have never cheated on you Roger, not once. You might consider last night cheating and after doing as you suggested and looking at it from every angle I can see that from your point of view it might have been. But I can’t go back and change it Roger. I honestly thought I had your blessing. That said I want to talk about the rest of what you said. You were right on most of it. I did everything you said I did, except for the cheating part, and my reason for doing it was so you would let me fuck other men. But only Roger,onlyifyouwereapartofit. IfyouwereapartofitinmymindI wouldn’t be cheating. “I’m a slut Roger and I have been one since my early teens. I loved cock Roger. I craved it and I to

“There I was standing beside the very man I wanted to kill, waiting for you, whom I had kidnapped when that little bitch sauntered in with a flashdrive. Do you want know what was on the flashdrive?” I didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling. “What?” The words were clogged my throat. “You and some man in bed! Scandalous! You're wanted for adultery.” My brain blanked out for a bit, did he say adultery? How? When? What the fuck is he talking about? I hadn't slept with anyone, besides, I wasn't married yet. My mouth hung open as I suffered to process everything. Pictures? I never slept with anyone! What is happening!? It was clear that the evidence was fake! I don't know how, but it h

Jim returned from a breakfast meeting and rushed straight up to his hotel room. He stripped off his clothes and jumped on the bed with his laptop. Over the next three hours he scoured the Web for anything that had to do with interracial p**n. He discovered a lot about his recent discovery. There were people out there who called themselves "cuckolds." They were men who derived sexual pleasure from their wives' infidelity. Most stories he read also had the men taking part in the cuckolding in some way. He found many different forms of cuckold and open marriage situations. He was fascinated by this and felt that he had finally discovered what was happening to him. He was seriously getting off o

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.