Busty Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

As he banged her, rocking her back and forth across the table, mashing her tits against the hard surface with each thrust, she said, "Don't cum inside of me. I don't think I'll have time to clean up before my husbands gets home. Let me take it in my mouth." "Bullshit!" the plumber said as he continued to fuck her hard. "I'm gonna fill your hot cheating cunt with my cum, and you can just deal with it! Maybe it's time hubby finds out that he has a slut-wife who shows off her naked cunt to strangers, and gives them blow-jobs before taking their cocks up her cunt!"

Me, bent over the sink, my dress around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded into me from behind, his cock hitting depths that made me see stars, while his wife chatted with her mother just down the hall. “You like this, don’t you?” he’d whispered, his breath hot in my ear, his thrusts becoming punishing. “You like knowing she’s just on the other side of this door. That she could walk in and see her husband’s cock buried deep in her best friend’s cheating cunt.” The vulgarity, the danger, it was all jet fuel on the fire. “Yes!” I’d sobbed, my body convulsing in a shameful, powerful orgasm. “God, yes!”

A few printed photos and a short, edited video clip. The photos showed George and me, taken during a chance encounter outside our apartment complex. I had to admit, the angles were carefully chosen. It looked like I was gazing at him with longing. The video included snippets of our conversation from that same meeting. The part where I had angrily sent him away was cut out entirely. They even included a recording of my daughter trying to persuade me to divorce, edited to remove the beginning and end. Taken together with the photos and video, it painted a perfect picture of a cheating wife. One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting

“Please Bella, understand. I know I did you dirty, but please don’t drag this out with me. I need some time.” “Then what about me?” Isabella asked with a hopeless look in her eyes “My husband of five years just told me that I should accommodate his affairs and act like nothing has changed. Tell me, who will stand by my side and comfort me?” Isabella felt like the most pathetic woman on earth. It was one thing for her husband to cheat on her, but not being sober about it was a whole new level of disrespect to their union. “Gerald, I will not accept this explanation. It’s either me or your mistress. So, who do you choose?”

"It's just harmless fun. What's the big deal if I mess around a little? I'm still standing right here with you, aren't I? No one else is ever going to take your place as my husband. Can you stop throwing a tantrum and ruining things for everybody?" That night, I cried all night long and shredded every single photo we had taken together at Crestwood Park. After that, there was a second incident, then a third. Until six months ago, when Evelyn approached me. For the sake of those growing payouts, I forced myself to keep playing the role of her emotionless, forgiving husband. But now, she wanted to take this absurd farce tens of thousands of feet into the air. Vanessa's arms tightened slightly

"The only reason why I haven't slapped you yet is that you're my elder sister, but if you push me, I promise that I won't fucking hold back..." Alexa sends a hot slap to his cheek before he can finish his statement. "You're going to slap me because of that bastard? That gold digger that also wants your money? Why the fuck are you so blind? Do you think that she so much loves you? Wake up, Alex... Fucking wake up," Alexa says again, but he scoffs. "A gold digger? A bastard? You don't call my wife names in my presence, Alexa. Don't fucking push me, please," He snaps at her again, and scoffs.

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Her hips wiggled from side to side. The train turned and we swayed. She whimpered as I thrust my cock in and out of her snatch. I grinned at the married woman with her husband and daughter. Her cheeks were crimson as she watched me fucking another hot wife. I pounded that cheating slut's cunt. Did her husband know she rode the Free-Use Car? Was he working late on a Friday? Maybe she was heading up to Seattle to meet him at his work and have a date night. Would he know that she had a pussy full of cum?

The girl was just too damn smart for her own good. He had a lot to ask her but he wasn't sure if she was going to give him answers. She wasn’t that dumb. “You are right. I wouldn’t waste my time coming here for no good reason. I would just go straight to the point. I heard that your husband is involved in some illegal activities and if care is not taken we might get involved in it since we are already part of the family given that you are married to him”. Huck said and she winked her eyes at him.