Cerita Dewasa Istriku Selingkuh Novels & Stories

"Since we've decided on divorcing, I might as well tell you about my illicit act! Yes, I cheated on you, and guess what? It was not once and was definitely not thrice! I can't even count how many times I had it with him. "He was so sweet that I couldn't stay a day without rushing to him! Yes, he wasn't the one begging me to come, I was the one always begging him to come over and pick me up so that he can get to put his damn big monster dick in my wet pussy and do all sorts of crazy things to me! "And trust me when I say I loved every bit of it! The fucks were golden! The way he dug deep into my pussy and spanked my ass, gosh, I can never forget how heavenly it felt!"

His phone buzzed with a message from his mystery wife, but he ignored it. He scoffed. “How can she be under another man and still texting another? How loose is she?" Valeria arrived home to see Callista in bed with a man, stark naked, the man plunged inside her. “Oh, my God, Callista," she screamed, covering her eyes. They both detached from each other, scrambling to cover up. “I'm so sorry, V. I didn't know you'd be back so early," Callista apologized. The man hurriedly dressed up and ran out.

"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"

I rebranded and watched as Benita's mouth fell open. "What?" She asked, seemingly shocked. I looked away, my fingers twisting together in my lap. "It wasn't Marcus." I confessed in a small voice. "Then who…" Benita grabbed my hands, forcing me to look at her. "Isadora. Who fucked you?" She asked. "I can't... I can't tell you that." I whispered. "Why not?" "It's complicated," I said weakly. "Complicated?" Benita's voice rose. "You're married and you slept with someone else. That's not complicated, that's…" She stopped, studying my face.

“It’s a size small that’s why you had trouble clipping it. Try and get something your size.” She felt awful. “Thjis…” “Don’t. I don’t want to hear my name from your lips. After our marriage, I never slept with another. Yes I had whores and concubines, but I only ever fucked their mouths and titties. You on the other hand, you spread your two damn legs like a desperate whore!” She wiped away a stray tear. “I had needs. He fulfilled them.” “Needs? Did you ever mention having needs or urges?”

“ Having me join you to have a threesome with our maid is our little secret? Definitely this isn't your first time, no wonder you took my complaint about how she saw us in the afternoon with levity hands. Am sorry I can't do this with you” “Then you must be ready for the consequences” he said and continued fucking Caroline as she moaned in return. Caroline on the other hands didn't care about my new discovery, all she ever was interested in was how she was been fucked hard by my husband, she keeps giving it to him back to back while I stood there watching for some time before I left for my room. Is this really happening to me? I asked myself, but it is really happening. I didn't cry, took my

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

Who does a bad business like this and lets his spouse know what he is up to? Scarlett will definitely not sleep in peace, I thought again. Not after all I have told her, there was still so much to say, besides. “He's cheating on me too.” She started, causing my gaze to fall on her. “How did you find out?” She chuckled. “It all started when he called me Isabella, I still had sex with him without getting forced back then.” “I'm sorry.” “Now, he brings a lady with a big butt to the house,” she started again. “I caught them having sex on our bed, the evening I returned from dad's house.”

Relief washed through me as I awaited her next words. When it came, I clenched my jaw. “From what I can see here, I can tell you for sure that your husband is probably with one or two of his numerous prostitutes. It seems he's having a one man orgy and from the moans coming from upstairs, it seems they are nowhere near done. If you don't mind me asking, what would you like to tell him? I could help you relay your message if you want.”

I got off the bed and walked towards him. "Do you actually believe that I entered your bed that night? Do you think that I was obsessed with you? I never wanted to marry you, I never wanted to have anything to do with you. But as usual, what Lucia wants, Lucia gets. My sister didn't want to marry you, she planned everything and made me look bad. Let's get this straight, Lucia drugged me, I'm stuck in this marriage because my sister is a selfish and scheming bitch. I never cheated on you and I'm not a slut. If anybody is cheating here, it might be you because we've been married for months and we haven't consummated our marriage. Don't try and lie that you aren't getting sex from someone else.