Busty Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

I tell Vivienne. “I picked everything out; it should be mine.” Vivienne screeches. “Your name isn’t on the papers. I voided and paid the contracts. It is my asset.” I explained. Vivienne stands up, “You and I kissed Friday. Does your wife know that?” “You kissed me, and I pushed you away. Let me be clear, Vivienne. Even if Ellie weren’t in the picture, we wouldn’t be together. Me loving someone else doesn’t change the fact that you cheated while I was fighting for my life in a burn unit.” I explained.

I came one final time, shaking and squirting, before collapsing in a puddle of mixed cum. The men dressed quickly, kissing me goodbye, thanking their lucky neighborhood whore. I stayed naked on the grass, gently fingering my destroyed holes, pushing all their cum deeper as it leaked out. My phone started blowing up. **Mark’s wife:** I’m coming over. Something is wrong. **Sarah (group chat):** Girls, I think our husbands are cheating. With the same person. **Husband:** Landing early. Home in 30 minutes. I smiled through the panic and pleasure, still slowly fingering my cum-drenched pussy. Six loads inside me. Body marked and used. And my husband about to walk through the door any minute.

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

No one could watch their partner marry someone else and be told it was just for show. What a painfully clumsy excuse!

The timeline and corporate entities perfectly matched my history. Finally, an entertainment account dropped "internal chat logs" and claimed my arranged marriage had always been part of a calculated scheme to take over Henderson Group. According to their narrative, I had blown the situation with Archie out of proportion because I was jealous and couldn't stand seeing him and Valerie genuinely in love. To top it off, they dug up photos of Stacey and me from years ago, saying we had been romantically involved for ages and staged this entire sequence together. Three heavily manipulated hashtags climbed up the list of trending topics.

One woman sneers. “Is that the only way you can get a job?” The second woman asks. “You know she’s not even divorced yet,” the last woman says, “And she’s cheating on her husband.” “Piece of trash,” the second woman says. “You’re just a filthy seductress, is what I heard,” woman one says with a laugh. “You stole your husband from his girlfriend and now you’re sleeping around on him.” “Can’t keep your legs closed long enough to get a job on your own,” the third woman says, lifting her hand. Before it can fly and hit Fiona, I move forward and grab her by the wrist.

“Try anything with her and I’ll personally inform your wife of your extracurricular activities.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re so boring. Speaking of my wife, I better go back in before she comes looking for me.” My eyes widened. His wife was in the hotel with him and he wanted to cheat on her. Were all men cheats? How hard was it to keep it in their pants? Was sex that amazing? I opened my mouth to say something but Saint shot me a dark look, telling me to keep my mouth shut. Huffing, I crossed my arms against my chest and the man’s eyes dropped to my breasts. I’d forgotten how much attention they brought to me.

Sandy hair guy and I sat nearby on the opposite bench, admiring the spectacle before us. Temporarily removing her hand from her third playmate, my wife deftly reached down and loosened the pants of the man licking her breasts and freed his cock. It was noticeably larger than the other two currently in her possession, which led to a look of determination on her face. Pulling her lips away from blondie’s cock, my wife abruptly stood up, unfastened her denim shorts, dropping them to the bus floor and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Pulling the businessman up onto the bench seat and straddling his huge cock, she reached down to check her level of stimulation. When her hand came away soaked wi