Adultery Stories Novels & Stories

Max lovingly stroked her long hair, comforting her, "You've always known it's just you for me. But in front of my friend and Bella, I have to show that I'm a good husband, or else I'll be suspected." Pearl understood that, but she felt extremely uncomfortable. Even if her relationship with Max was genuine love, they were still engaged in an illicit affair, adultery that wasn't accepted. "I know, but I feel really uneasy. I love you, so I don't want you to be so intimate and caring toward her," Pearl appeared pitiable, on the verge of tears. Max held Pearl's hand, stroking it to reassure her, his actions intimate and carefree, completely open, as if they were a real married couple, not just B

"He isn't sleeping with his partner's wife. Unless..." Sterling paused. The silence was heavy. "Unless what?" "Unless you can prove this is a legitimate, stable union," Sterling said. "Leon’s entire argument rests on Alienation of Affection—that you stole her for a fling. If you are married... if this is a committed, legal bond... the narrative changes. It becomes a love story, not a scandal. We can spin a love story. We can't spin adultery." "I intend to marry her," I lied.

Adrian fucked her hard and steady, hips slapping against her, one hand protective under the weight of her stomach. “Look at this body,” he growled. “Changing every day and still taking me so perfectly. My wife. Mother of my twins. Mine.” Juliet pushed back to meet his thrusts. The frantic energy from the late-night craving mixed with the heat between them. She came first, shaking against the counter. Adrian followed soon after, burying himself deep and holding her tightly as he filled her. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. Adrian pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and slowly helped her straighten up. As they caught their breath, Juliet admitted softly, “I’m writing

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

I just laid my head on his chest, unable to help myself from getting comfortable around him. Tomorrow, we’d have to pretend none of this happened. We’d talk about our problems later. I wasn’t looking forward to a reconciliation. I wasn’t sure it was possible after ten years, after I’d gotten married to someone else, after I’d been in a long distance relationship with someone that wasn’t him. But for now, only for tonight, we could still pretend. Pretend like everything was fine. Pretend like we didn’t miss ten years of each other’s lives. Pretend like we were ordinary lovers.

She took a deep breath and said, "I shouldn't tell you this, but I have to tell someone." She finally looked at him and she could see the worry in his eyes as he took her hand. "You can tell me anything." "My husband and I have had a hard time lately, I just don't think he finds me attractive anymore. He never, uh, well, he never wants to make love to me. I do my best to be attractive for him, but he never notices. I've started to wonder if he even wants me anymore." She stared at Luke with her eyes brimming with fresh tears. "I shouldn't be telling you these things, but I have no one else I can tell. If anyone knew about this I would die of embarrassment. Please swear you won't ever repeat

“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.

I frowned. " What do you mean? " She leans the chair forward and continued, " I have had countless sex with your husband; have you forgotten about our plan!" She whispers. " Sex with my husband?" I giggled, " Wait! I can clearly remember that we both agreed on wearing condoms, why didn't you!?".. The light in my eyes vanished. She knew she had fucked up; so she decided to lie her way through the known truth " Of cause we wore condoms; I am not even certain that I am pregnant" she laughs nervously..