Cheating Erotic Stories

Ryan  Miller was the President's youngest son who lusted after everything under the skirt. He was tagged as the school playboy but yet, he was the most brilliant student in the school and wouldn't wanna lose his crown for anything else. He loathed being disputed and despised putting his prestige at risk. He was asserted to be wicked and treated people like scrap, especially females He was challenged by a Lady who got a scholarship to the school for the riches. Not only did she take away his crown but she also wouldn't condone any form of immorality. Along the line, something transpired that made her cohabit with her disastrous nightmare. How will she cope under the same roof as Ryan Miller? Will she be able to tame the president's son? How will society treat them since they are from different family backgrounds? Will she be able to cope and fulfill her dream? "I'm ready to let go of my reputation, just to be with you" Ryan pledged, will he be able to accomplish it?

Lena has spent her life hidden away from the noisy life of the black moon pack. Mocked for her chubby body in a world where beauty means survival. Living under her aunt’s cruelty, she only wants peace, not attention. But when Alpha Damon,feared, ruthless, and rumored to be cursed fails to find a mate, his Beta arrives demanding Lena becomes the Luna and bears the Alpha’s pup since she’s also mateless . Lena’s aunt offers her up without hesitation. Terrified of being bound to a monster, Lena runs into the woods, desperate for freedom. Instead, she collides with a towering black wolf with silver eyes. Filled with fear and dread, she falls unconscious out of fear. When she wakes, the truth becomes clear. Escaping Damon may be impossible because the beast might be hers.

"You were never meant to be mine... but now that I have you, I'll destroy the world before I let you go." Amara Voss only wanted a quiet life, one far away from the brutal underworld that tore her family apart. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Dante Moretti, the ruthless and dangerously seductive kingpin of the Italian Mafia. He claims her. He marks her. He obsesses over her. What begins as a debt her father owes becomes an obsession neither of them can control. Trapped in a golden cage of diamonds, secrets, and blood, Amara fights for freedom. But can she survive Dante's dark world... or will she fall deeper into the arms of a man who would kill for her? Because when a Mafia King is obsessed, there’s no escape.

It's my and my boyfriend's anniversary. I open the glovebox to hide a gift inside as a surprise, but a piece of familiar-looking lingerie falls out. It's torn in a spot; it looks like it went through a rough battle. Before I can process the situation, I crash into a car that suddenly switches lanes in front of me. Right before I black out, I remember where I saw the lingerie. It was a gift from me to my best friend.

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

A handprint on the glass window in the bathroom leads to me discovering my husband's betrayal. I want to find that woman and make her and my husband pay.

The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty. I'm shell-shocked, to say the least. Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with? But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her. However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly. "Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?" That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her. I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce. "Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"

I miscarry after happening upon my husband, Xavier Leeson, being intimate with someone else. He kneels before me and explains that his loyalty toward me has never swayed. I look at the man who's loved me for nine years and waited for me for five years. Ultimately, I still choose to believe him. After an arduous process of trying to conceive another child, I finally get pregnant again. That's when I accidentally overhear him complaining to his colleagues. "The thought of her being with her ex for five years makes me think that even the children she has are dirty." It shall be as he wishes, then. When he performs his next abortion, he's abhorred when he learns I'm the one he's operating on.

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.