Cheaters Stories Novels & Stories

When she found her, Amara didn't hesitate, and she hugged her. "I'm sorry." Two syllables, full of meaning and emotions. The way she said it, I can feel her sincerity and guilt. But I don't understand, why say sorry after committing a crime? "Chandra, what in the world is happening? Care to explain?" I asked. I know this is too disrespectful to ask in the middle of their hugging. But I think, I deserve to know, even at least half of the truth. Chandra disentangle the hugged she shared with Amara and just looked at me. I don't know if she's trying to scare me or what, but the former matched how I felt. "Amara has two souls."

At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

She looked at Mark's limp eggplant and all his white jizz he was wiping with a tissue. Jasmine grabbed a few tissues and started cleaning up herself. " I want you in person. Not just on the phone. Stop playing hard to get. You know you want this to", Mark said. Jasmine was silent. She enjoyed what she had just done. It was so exciting. She thought for a moment that it was technically not cheating. It was via a video call. It doesn't count. She knew if she really did the deed with Mark it would be cheating. But if Charlie never knew, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?" "Standard disclaimers," I said, simply. "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all." "Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."

I muttered, half-joking. “Nothing justifies cheating. Don’t blame yourself.” “But I’ve got a revenge plan,” I grinned. “Oh? Do tell.” “Well… I’m gonna get Sebastian the same underwear as Stallion.” “Pfft—” Maddie sprayed her wine, coughing. “You’re such a clever little devil!” “Hey, he cheated and gave me a bag every time. Just looking at my closet now feels like an insult.” “That jerk! Listen, just giving him underwear isn’t enough. Post it on I*******m! Caption: 1/8! And when you divorce him, spill it all—let him know men aren’t the only ones who can cheat!”

Every man there was trying to figure out how to live with what they did. The second week the group leader asked if anyone wanted to share. Before I could talk myself out of it I raised my hand. "I'm Damian" I said. My voice shook. "I cheated on my wife with my secretary. The affair lasted four months. My wife found out by walking in on us. We got divorced. I've been trying to win her back for months but I keep making things worse." "How do you keep making things worse" the group leader asked. He was an older man named Frank who had been running the group for ten years after his own affair ended his marriage.

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

Well, she turned around still on her knees; I always suspected she knew I was also fucking with our father-in-law, and now, with how calm she was, it just confirmed it. “How I wish, but she doesn't like that.” He answered her, his eyes on me; they were full of desire and already undressed me. "I'm afraid you have to go back to bed now.” He told her, and yes, I wasn't into threesomes or sex that involved more than two people. And this already being dirty, I definitely wasn't into that. He did suggest a few times to have a threesome with me, but I refused. I always told him my reason: I was already cheating; adding a third would make me feel more guilty than I already was.

For the first time since everything had fallen apart, I allowed myself to believe her. “I feel so pathetic. I couldn’t keep my dog on a leash, and he strayed with another woman and turned me to a glorified nanny.” “Your dog needs to be put down,” Naomi muttered as we sat quietly. I laughed through my tears. “Your husband is an asshole,” she said again. “Screw him,” I hissed. “We really do need to put the lying cheat down. I have a guy, he knows how to make a body disappear. Or better still, I can call one of my cousins in Germany,” she half joked.

A cheater is always a cheater. Eric cheated on me. It was only a matter of time before he cheated on Rita. And I will—I hope— to be there to witness it with my own two eyes. Maybe it won’t be with Tina, but that doesn’t matter. These two liars and cheaters deserve each other and every obstacle life throws at them. As we all stood there, staring at Rita after her little outburst, she suddenly forced a smile onto her face. It wasn’t a friendly smile—it was a tight, unnatural thing that made her look a little bit unhinged.