Best Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

It didn't matter how she tried to spin the story; the truth was right there. With a little push from me, Cindy's situation spread online. Some might call me ruthless for doing all this to a pregnant woman, but she'd done the same thing to me in my last life. Cindy sobbed before the camera, unable to speak through her tears, but the reporters were merciless. "Ms. Chase, did you check into a hotel with a man who wasn't your husband? The police say that you're under suspicion for illegal dealings. What kind of dealings would that be?"

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

“Fine. Something happened.” “Okay…” Chloe drawled. “Then, tell me.” I hesitated. She deserved to know… right? “Well… the day we met, his wallet went missing and he accused me,” the words were heavy on my tongue. Chloe gasped lightly. “Why would he do that?” “Beats me,” I mumbled. I couldn't tell her the real truth, the truth that we fucked. No girl wants to hear that. “That's weird,” Chloe said. “That's the day we met.”

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.

Marissa Jones, my fiancee, and William Chase, her childhood friend, disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. Everyone else in the room was thoroughly amused by the situation. They aimed their phones at the frosted glass of the bathroom to record what was happening. We were at a luxury clubhouse, but the soundproofing wasn't all that great. Despite being separated by a door, I could still hear William's moans loud and clear.

“This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will never steal them away from you, as they've done to me. Perhaps if there is an award for the cheaters of the year, these two would probably be worthy of that god-damned prize. That’s all and thank you for your attention.” Wisdom then walked away straight into

"Cheap whore." I should be ashamed, but his words just made my pussy spam harder around those invading fingers. "Tell us what you really are." The man behind me ordered, adding a third finger to stretch me wider for his cock. Pumping them, making me gush out more juice. "I'm....a...cheap...whore..." Panting, white knuckling the barrier. "Cheating on my so...soon to be ....hus...husband." The guy beside me laughed, his own cock rubbing my thighs.

She let out a whimper as she went through the comments that were flooding in faster than she could read: I knew she was too good to be true. So the rumors were true all along. Just that it's the two men, not just one. Using a tragedy to hide her filth. Poor Hayden. He gets paralyzed, and his wife brings her lovers into his bed. Being a gold digger isn’t enough. She had to be a cheater, too. Disgusting whore Her breath caught. “They’re…” she swallowed. “They’re saying…” She could not even finish it.