Adultery Stories Novels & Stories

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.

It's the same reason I don't have a bestie. My notorious clit found a way out on one of my bestie’s husbands’ mouths. Poor dude barged into me when I was having my sexy stare escapade and since then, he wanted his wife to have a piercing. Poor lady was this close to getting one until she knew my clit pioneered it. Not my fault. And the last shade is the white peg clamped to my navel. It's okay to fucking say that my body is a slutty hole for pins and tattoos… and dicks.

Elliot said, his voice cutting through the room, while I was thinking about how he got the image, “and in less than twenty-four hours, you land yourself in another man’s bed? Aria, what is wrong with you? Do you realise you are still legally married to that bastard of a man?” “Elliot, this was an accident,” I said, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat. “And last I checked, the only condition the good Lord permits one to end a marriage is when the marital bed is defiled. In short, adultery. So my marriage to Mark ended the day he started cheating on me.” “I see.” Elliot let out a humourless laugh. “You still remember scriptures. Good. So where in the scriptures did it say it’s ok

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My words did the damage I expected, and I watched as the grown ass fool trampled on the already ruined flowers. “You have fucking lost your mind! How can you sleep with him? How dare you cheat on me!” He roared while I stood calmly. His tantrum wasn’t moving me at all. “I told you that I wanted our marriage to be real, and you decided to still be fucking another man? Have you lost your mind? Don’t you know he is engaged to someone else?” He fired at him. “Doesn’t he know you are married? How can you both do something so horrible? Adultery. That’s what you both did!”

At twenty-one, Lara was still a virgin, and most nights, that fact gnawed at her like an unsolved error in her code, but tonight, like so many others, her focus wavered. The lines of Python code blurred as her mind drifted to the hidden folder on her phone, the one buried deep in a sub-sub-folder, password-protected and labeled innocuously as "Notes_Backup." It was her secret stash of hardcore p**n, the kind that made her cheeks burn even in the privacy of her own room. She couldn't help it; she was addicted.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

His steward stepped inside carrying correspondence. “Letters from London, my lord.” Edwin took them without interest. “Anything important?” The older man hesitated. “Rumors are spreading again.” Of course, there were. Edwin broke the seal of the first letter calmly. “What rumors this time?” “That you have become… involved with Lady Arabella.” Edwin’s jaw tightened instantly. Already. Craneford was small enough that even shared glances became gossip eventually. And Edwin knew precisely how cruel society could become once the scandal began.

I froze, “What do you mean?” “See,” Sarah pushed forward, hands on my desk. “These things are what I read in fictional novels. The husband gets the mistress pregnant, then switches children with the legal wife, who, most of the time, doesn't know until it's too late. The cheating duo ends up killing the woman, who'd be reborn and play the cheating duo like a fool and—” Emily groaned. “Sarah, for heaven’s sake. This is not one of your late-night binge reads. This is Adele’s life.”

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.