Affair Erotica Novels & Stories

She came again, gripping his hair. He stood, freed his massive cock, and lifted her onto a low table. “Tell me to stop.” “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He thrust in deep, stretching her perfectly. Elena cried out as he fucked her hard and fast against the books. The wet sounds of their joining filled the library. He sucked on her breasts through the uniform, leaving wet marks. When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her pussy. After that night, their secret affair consumed them.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

I stood up to look at her, but she had her eyes closed. “I should stop, I can tell that you're tired.” “I am, but please don't stop.” She pleaded “I'll be quick,” I replied. I spread her legs apart a bit and inserted my penis inside her. She gasped and held onto the wall for support. The sex was short but intimate, we stood under the shower in silence for a while, as though we were going through a cleansing rite. *Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “Your Dad is having an affair with Julia.”

My eyes widened, “Jeremy! You know I’m not on birth control! You were supposed to pull out!” “You really expect me to believe that it makes you sick? Come on, get real Marley. A real woman lets her man nut in her. You better get some plan b then. I don’t want you knocked up just yet,” he pulled out of me and pushed me down onto the bed. “Lick me clean, slut,” he shoved his member in my face, and I tentatively licked his semen along with my juices off his dick. Jeremy smiled in pleasure and patted my cheek, “good girl.”

he whispered into her ear, "but I do not want this to end just yet.” “I… I need you… inside me… now,” she muttered between moans. And with that subtle plea, he penetrated her, stroking away till they both climaxed, and collapsed in exhaustion. Somewhere between the sheets and the silence that followed, Ava realized something terrifying— this wasn’t just an affair waiting to happen. It was an unraveling she knew would happen and couldn’t escape.

Carol traced idle patterns on my chest, lips curved in a satisfied smirk. “We should do this wayyy more often,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, tongue flicking. I chuckled darkly, hand sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her closer, my cock already twitching against her thigh. “Oh, we will. Every night he’s home.” And we did—the affair became a dangerous game of how close we could get to being caught, how many places in the house we could defile with our filth.

“I’m all yours “, I say. He pushes me to the bed and kneels In front of me, he takes my skirt off slowly and then starts to kiss the skin on my thighs. Then he takes my panties off and flips me around making me lay on my tummy. He smacks my ass, hard. He spread my legs apart and then slipped a finger into my soaked wet pussy. I whimper at the sensation. Oh fuck yesss. “I’m gonna make a mess of you”, he whispers. “So wey”,he mumbled from behind me, running his fingers on my sensitive core. He started plunging his finders deep inside me, my bank arched into the bed.

Fuming in rage at losing my cub I had just given birth after a fierce fight with traitor omegas. With mixed emotions I seeked a diva to analiate, it was a full moon in the woods with bristle leaves of spring all scattered on the ground. I gripped a diva in sight with my claws against its neck. I pressed on tightly, losing all my humanity from the pain. Ruthlessly, I plunged the claws of both hands and tore the creature apart.

My name was Julie Carr. I had perfect curves and soft, pale skin, and I was right at the age when a woman's beauty felt effortless and alive. And yet, a woman like me somehow ended up married to the wrong man. My husband, Colin Carr, is skinny, weak, and completely useless where it mattered most. We had been married for almost two years, and I had never once experienced what people called the joy of being a woman. Today was the breaking point. Natalie Turner, my best friend, sent me another nude photo of her husband, Scott Turner, proudly showing him off like she always did.

“Beg your captor to let you come undone.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice fractured with desire. “Please… Rafe… let me… I need it.” He rewarded me with a sudden, devastating curl of his fingers and a final, perfect stroke. Ecstasy crashed over me in shattering waves, my entire body convulsing as intense release flooded through me, soaking his hand and the chaise beneath. I cried out, my back bowing and every nerve alight with forbidden bliss. Rafe withdrew slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and tasting me with a low hum of satisfaction. “Delicious,” he murmured. “And only the beginning of your corruption. By the time your father pays, you may not wan