Best Books About Affairs Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

It was a challenging process, filled with moments of doubt and introspection, but it was necessary for our personal growth and the restoration of trust. As time passed, we began to see the beauty in the imperfections of our relationships. We understood that love was not a flawless concept, but rather a messy and complicated journey. The affair, once a source of pain and confusion, became a catalyst for growth and self-reflection, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

My heart skipped, my chest pounding, my pulse, jumping I grabbed it — Nothing. Just a dumb weather alert. I let out a breath that wasn’t relief. Nightshade was definitely ignoring me. Levi was intentionally driving into my emotional cracks. Come to think of it, all the men I've encountered so far just wanted one thing. Sex. And I'm definitely sure that's what Levi wants. I sat back on the counter, pouring the juice inside the glass, as the memories of Atticus and me came flooding down. I set my phone face down on the counter.

I had cared for her without hesitation and faced every hardship alongside her. Even after I learned of her affair and that she was pregnant with another man's child, I foolishly held onto the hope that she'd come back to me. It wasn't until she had me imprisoned because of that college student and caused my parents' deaths that I truly woke up. I realized even the purest love could turn into bitter hatred. After all, feelings were never set in stone. As I touched the folds of my resignation letter, my eyes remained steady and composed. This time, I vowed not to repeat the same mistakes.

Curious, Emerald glanced at the papers—and her eyes widened. From what little she saw, this wasn’t just some casual favor. Alaric was securing a business deal worth billions! Treacherous. Absolutely treacherous. When it came to turning a situation to his advantage, no one could outmatch Alaric. Meanwhile, Lance stabbed his steak with extra force, chewing as if it were Alaric’s flesh. He had just been trying to sow discord between them—only to be smacked in the face with reality this fast. Alaric leaned back casually and said, "There's a new movie out called Bed and Wife. I heard it got great reviews. Want to go see it?"

In the end, the only things I packed—things that truly belonged to me—were a few sets of clothes and some books. On my way back, I contacted a few lawyers to discuss the divorce. As soon as they heard it involved Monica, every single one of them refused to take me as a client. "Mr. Hargitay, Ms. Jackson's company has a professional legal team. I'm afraid we're not qualified to get involved." I understood and didn't push them. After marrying Monica, I'd become a full-time househusband. She said she didn't want me in the public eye, so I'd obediently followed her wishes for the past five years.

"Don't be ridiculous. Why the fuck would I ever think of having an affair when I have a wonderful man like you as my husband… everything about our marriage is great… We have a good sex life, and we are doing well financially… honey, I love you and I can’t even imagine myself allowing another person cock in my pussy" My words sounded transparently guilty to me. David and I always ask each other questions, about practical, philosophical, hypothetical, and just plain absurd things. It is one of the sweetest things in our marriage, that shared interest in thinking and talking. So why would I be attacking him for a question just like all the other ones we ask each other? “Sweetheart, you know, it

He tells her. "What? Are you serious or joking?" She asks him, not believing her ears. "Which part?" He asks easily. "All…especially you sleeping around with other women!" Yamileth asks as she gets annoyed. "I've just told you…I'm a sex addict…okay? I can't help it! I can't stop it!" He says to her then turns away. Yamileth gets mad at him as she gets up and folds her hands fuming with anger. She thinks that thisan that had sex with her will fall in love with her. She thinks that he will remain faithful to her and that was his first sex if he wasn't married or in a relationship.

He hated himself for succumbing to Velda's manipulations on that cursed afternoon when she had come to his house to deliver the news of Delaney's pregnancy. In his vulnerable state, Velda had exploited his emotions, seducing him into a web of deceit, and he foolishly fell for it. That was where their secret affair had begun. They've been having this secret affair for the past three years, and Blaine hasn't been cool about it.

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,