Novel & Cerita Adultery Stories

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.

My husband told me that he was suspicious the day he saw my asshole wider than usual so he installed a hidden camera at the hall and bedroom while I was out for groceries. He told me that these men would visit often and fuck me while he will watch. This was strange but I didn't care anymore. These men kept visiting us often to fuck me and eventually my husband to end up being part of the orgy. The cook and Anirudh were never seen again in my whole life. [The END] --------------- Author Says: Hi Readers, I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or you can email me anytime at [ just22avi@gmail.com ]. Quote of The Day: "If You Love Someone, You don't Cheat. If You want to Cheat,

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

"I know, you feel disgusted when he touches you. Sorry for ruining the mood. I'll stop talking about him. Let's go to the window. Raise your leg higher..." This was the wife I had shared a bed with for three years. She locked me in a 120-degree warm room to torture me, then committed adultery with her own brother-in-law in broad daylight. She told me she wanted to put romance aside, but she then bloomed freely in the arms of another man. I smiled bitterly, tears streaming down my face. The phone couldn't withstand the high temperature and shut down by itself, and the video call ended. However, their voices still lingered in my mind.

‎Anny's POV ‎I have been married to my husband Greg, for ten years now. With no kids. Greg and I have been trying to make babies for the past ten years but haven't been successful. ‎I love my dearest husband so much, but over the past few years, Greg has become almost inactive in bed. ‎I have relentless sexual hunger. I love having sex a lot. Since Greg has been unable to satisfy my sexual urge and fantasies, I've been forced to look for other alternatives, such as vibrators and masturbation.