Novel & Cerita Adultery Stories

Stone Group went viral online that day, but this time, the headlines weren't what Andrew wanted to see. He quickly tried to smooth things over and let the news die out, but it didn't work. Amid this busy time of his, I abruptly announced my intention to get a divorce—a fault-based divorce, because he had cheated on me with another man. Instantly, the news took everyone by storm. More observant members of the online community quickly linked the clues to the hottest graphic novel at the moment. My story echoed that of the tragic female side character in the graphic novel.

I'm a 35-year-old man married to a 35-year-old skinny redhead who loves sex of all kinds... But not with me anymore. So I've been sneaking off to motels with a 25-year-old redhead who looks a lot like my wife and is horny and filthy. ********************** The neon sign buzzing outside the motel room window casts a faint glow on the cheap curtains. I'm sprawled on the bed, watching the 25-year-old redhead straddle me.

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

“Me here. With you. God, my life is a disaster.” He loosened his tie, draping it over the back of a chair, then sank into the seat opposite me. His gaze was steady, calm. “Disasters always make the best stories. Go on. Tell me yours.” A bitter laugh tore from my throat. “You want a story? Fine.” I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, my voice thick with liquor. “I was married. To a man who swore he loved me. Bryan. He said this woman was his cousin—a distant cousin. And all along, he was sleeping with her. With her, while I was sitting at home like a fool, believing every word out of his lying mouth.”

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

“It was only a matter of time before Katreya found out. Secrets can’t stay hidden forever.” “A lot of guys cheat,” I said, as a ridiculous attempt at playing it down. “I’m an adulterer. I committed to my wife in holy matrimony, and that deserves the honor I promised her.” “So, you cheated on her? Just like that? Because your daughter had a hot friend? And then what? You became addicted to it?”

But even as dawn broke, Eanes didn't come home. I found out through the trending topics on Twitter what he had been doing all night. "Breaking News: Young Entrepreneur Eanes Lambert Spends a Passionate Night at a Hotel with a Woman!" I clicked on the headline. The article was hundreds of words long, filled with juicy details. A blurry photo was attached. In the image, a handsome, elegant man held a slender, beautiful woman possessively in his arms. Ignoring the paparazzi's camera, the couple stood face-to-face in each other's embrace, shamelessly smiling in a carefree and intimate manner.

During our eight years together, Lorenzo, the Falcone family Don’s heir, cheated on me with eight women. A dancer, a college student, a sex worker... Every one of them was nothing like me. Eight times, I fought, I raged, and I even cut my wrists. And every time, Lorenzo knelt before me and swore it would never happen again. "I swear to God, Beatrice, I was just tempted by someone new. You're the only woman I love." I believed him. Today was our ninth anniversary. Then I found the ninth: my best friend, Giuliana. They were holding each other like real lovers. Hands shaking, I called home, expecting the comfort my family had given me the other eight times. Instead, my parents said I had it com

When my phone call was finished I placed the phone down and attacked both globes with renewed interest. "Tell me Adele. Have you ever had sex with anyone else since your husband died?" "Ohhhh I er... I oh that hurts so gooood. I did have an affair with one person some time back, But I could never admit it to anyone. I am so embarrassed and ashamed of what happened." "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes it was very stimulating and I got lost in the moment and we had wonderful sex together. She was beautiful." "She! You mean you made love to another woman. How erotic. Tell me about it Adele. Tell me while I sample this wet pussy of yours."

“I can’t believe that Margarette is actually capable of adultery. Perhaps it was the reason why you and Marga couldn’t bear any child despite being married for three years. Maybe she was already cheating on you even before this.” And then I heard him quickly answered, “I don’t think so,” from the other end of the telephone line as though he was really certain that she didn’t cheat on him prior to this. “Well, we couldn’t that for sure. Perhaps she was just very good at hiding it before that it was just only now that we discover about it.” I insisted. I really hated the topic adultery. It was the reason why Justin’s father and I almost got separated, eventually I tried to endure those years o