Adultery Stories Novels & Stories

Adrian covered me with a thin blanket, then went to the kitchen to get some water. He came back with two glasses of water. "Drink." I sat up and drank slowly. "I want to ask you something." He sat next to me. "Ask anything." "Have you ever had sex with another man's wife?" Adrian was silent for a moment. His eyes didn't blink. "No." "Never?" "No. I'm not that dirty. I only date single girls, none who are married." I sighed. Relieved? Maybe. "Did you three ever share a wife before? Back when you still had wives?"

After his husband's betrayal, a man finds a devastating form of revenge: seducing his own father-in-law. At first, it was just a game until it turned into so much more. CHAPTER 1 The evidence had been there, on his face for ages, but he ignored it. He didn't want to think of him in that light. He wanted to think of Adam as the man he knew him as, the one he had fallen in love with years ago. Adam had cheated, not even once, not even fucking twice. He had gotten away with it all these years, while Dave tried to turn a blind eye, just because of his love for him.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She kept her gaze on the floor. "You will be my personal release, you will be there whenever I am ready for you. As long as I am not bored of you, you aren't allowed to leave me. Your marriage to my brother is void. We got married first. I am your real husband. If you don't listen to me, I’ll tell him the truth about our steamy night together."

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

"But then, I accidentally found the examination result which stated that I was infertile." Adam's story faltered. His lungs constricted and his throat was burning. The man had never revealed his misfortune to anyone. He knew, there was a possibility that he wasn’t ready to see the past. Realizing it, Amber sighed, "Why are you telling me this? Do you want to show that your life is much sadder than mine? Are you trying to comfort me?" "You know what happened next?" Adam interrupted, ignoring the woman's question. “I found my wife making out with my brother. No wonder she hid my examination result. She didn't want her affair to be exposed."

"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.

One I hope his curiosity would not lead him to. Inside that folder was filled with p**n videos of men fucking married women in their homes. The dirtier and morally grey it was, the better. Colour me shocked when Don described one of my top favourite video at dinner. How huge cocks slammed into willing soaked cunts. My clueless husband still thought I was his sweet little wife who loves gentle lovemaking. If only he knew. This morning, Callum just left for work. I bolted upstairs to our room. My thong was stuck to my slimy cuntlips, and I tugged it off, letting the air conditioned air cool my hot slit.

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”