Novel & Cerita Adultery Stories

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!”

Every man there was trying to figure out how to live with what they did. The second week the group leader asked if anyone wanted to share. Before I could talk myself out of it I raised my hand. "I'm Damian" I said. My voice shook. "I cheated on my wife with my secretary. The affair lasted four months. My wife found out by walking in on us. We got divorced. I've been trying to win her back for months but I keep making things worse." "How do you keep making things worse" the group leader asked. He was an older man named Frank who had been running the group for ten years after his own affair ended his marriage.

I quickly took money from my wallet and then I just left it on the table even though I couldn't eat what I ordered anymore, then my knees softened and left there and headed for the nearest night club. I thought it was easy to forget him, to erase him from my heart and mind. I thought that the love I had for him could be overshadowed by anger, but it wasn't. Because the man who promised me in front of the altar that he would love me faithfully, is secretly having an affair.

In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades. I truly believed that because I loved him and had shared his hardships, we’d grow old together. Even when I found out about his affair and that he had gotten another woman pregnant, I still foolishly thought he would come back to me. It wasn’t until he threw me in prison and caused my parents’ deaths over that college girl that I finally came to my senses. Even lovers who met at a young age could see their relationship deteriorate this badly. True love was never eternal. I smoothed the creases on my resignation letter. My gaze remained calm.

There was an age gap, sure, but apparently Maria and Marcus had always been close, and both families had planned to hold the wedding once Maria hit the right age. And then I came along. She painted me as some gold-digger, hell-bent on marrying rich. Claimed I knew Marcus was engaged and still seduced him-pressured him into marrying me. Yeah, I got what I wanted, but the Crescent Pack allegedly never acknowledged the marriage. She went on to say Marcus had finally seen through me these past two years-that I was greedy, manipulative, and even hooked up with another man at a hotel when Marcus was away on business trips.

After running into her on the drive here though, I was forced to think of other things about her that weren’t her body. Like her story; being framed as an adulterer by an unknown person and losing her marriage to it. Honestly, that sounded like bollocks to me. She probably was a cheat. Some people have mastered the art of lying till the very end, even when the truth is staring them in the face. It was why she didn’t want to show me the pictures, scared I would figure out her lie. Or she could be telling the truth. A loyal wife caught off guard by cheating allegations from her husband, divorced, and now trying to make sense of the conundrum she had been thrust into.

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

That night I left the guest door open. They left for the airport at dawn, laughing, waving, newlyweds. The house emptied. Declan locked the front door, picked me up off the stairs, and carried me into their suite. He stripped me. He put me on my back in the middle of their marriage bed and pushed into my cunt slow, deep, like the gift had just started. “Four days was the lie,” he said against my mouth. “You’re the thing I kept.” I hooked my legs around my step-uncle’s back and let him ruin the sheets they’d barely slept in.

"Do not leave me like this. I promise I will work extra shifts, I will buy you the real one, I will do better..." She looked at my hand on her arm with complete disgust and shoved me back violently. "Get off me. You want to know why I am leaving? Because I have been sleeping with real men for the past four months. Men who actually have money. You are just not man enough to keep me." The front doors clicked shut behind her, leaving me standing alone in the lobby. The head waiter approached me cautiously, his face full of pity. "Sir... are you alright?" I could not even form a sentence. I turned around, pushed through the doors, and walked out into the cold night air, the shame burning hot aga

I asked trying to confirm. "Yes, and another shocking revelation is..." He trailed off looking at my facial expression. "What?" I asked him with an hushed voice, I had no patience in me as it was. "We..." He pointed at both himself and myself. "Have both committed adultery because as of four years ago, Miriam and Collins married," he deadpanned. Holy shit! She was married and she slept around? What the fuck is going on? Was she that heartless to have sense. Was her stupid husband who claimed to be her brother that useless to let his woman sleep around with men?