Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

A rhetorical question as he rammed in and out of me. I gripped the ends of the desk as he ploughed me without caution. I was surprised at how he accurately stopped at the point just before slamming my ass cheeks. It was the most quiet sex I had ever had. He didn't make a sound either, turning his moans into exhales. There was no doubt in my mind that this man had cheated on his wife before now. The thought of how fake they were gave me the motivation to keep going. It eliminated any pity or conscience I had when it came to them. They were both bad people pretending to be good.

"So all this jealousy with your sister, all this…anger…is because he stopped fucking you?" She turned her lips up in a sneer. "He's been fucking Faith, if you can believe it. The timid, little Faith Greer isn't the saint she pretends to be." He gave a weak chuckle as he shook his head, his gaze looking at anything except her. "You're mad because the man you cheated on me with cheated on you? You don't see the hypocrisy in that? You don't even care that you cheated on your husband. Nice." "Glen…"

My thumbs stroked gentle circles on her hips instead, grounding her, reminding her I was here. “Think about it,” she continued, her words tumbling out faster now, laced with a bitter edge that cut right through me. “He’s been cheating on Mom. My mom, who’s been through so much already—losing Dad, rebuilding her life, trusting this man to be her partner. And all along, he’s been sneaking around with Zara? My best friend? Using a fake name, fake job, fake everything. It’s like he built this whole alternate reality just to… to what? Get away with it? Feel young again? I hate it. I hate that he was only cheating on her all along, pretending to be this perfect husband at home while he’s out there

My voice was cold as I said, "Digging up that old wound only makes those three years feel even more pathetic. You and I both wanted it buried forever." He froze, the fury in his eyes draining into defeat. He then walked away looking undone. I naively assumed that this would be the end of it, but I was wrong. Just as the uproar reached a boiling point, a far deadlier blow was aimed at me. An anonymous tip tore open a past I thought long buried. I had allegedly molested a neighbor's young wolf pup. The claim stated it had caused an uproar at my old home, only to be dropped due to a lack of evidence. I then swiftly moved away, but it was interpreted as a guilty escape.

“That’s what the papers say. I don’t buy it. I’ve known you for years, Dana. I don’t believe that shit.” I shrug, trying to keep things light after what happened outside. “Well, you don’t know Alex. He’s a great guy.” “I hear cheating runs in the family,” He whispers. He jerks his head toward the outer office. “If she can do it, maybe her brother can too.” “What do you mean?” I ask, feeling myself shrink. “Fanny cheated on me several times. Even while we were engaged.” His lips in a sneer. “So maybe Alex did the cheating first then accused you to feel better about leaving you for that new girl, Jodie McGuire.”

"Stop telling me I did nothing wrong; you touched me alright, and that is cheating. I have a mate, and I cheated on him." "That is not cheating, love. Not if you are doing that with your one true mate." His words gave me a pause, and again, I felt the tightening in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice low. "This is the reason you cannot resist me. I am your mate, which is the same reason why you should never feel guilty; on the contrary, all along, you've been cheating on me." "You are not my mate; I don't even know what you are or who you are; you do not smell like a werewolf."

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

I tried not to think about it but somehow I failed. The sex was good and that was the problem. It was good and I felt guilty and I did not know who I was supposed to feel guilty for. Lucian. The boy who kissed my forehead and said he would wait. The boy who looked at me like I was something precious. I cheated on him. That was the truth. I cheated on Lucian with Damien. And then with my mother's fiancé. With the man who kept my underwear in his pocket like a trophy. But the sex was good. And I hated that it was good. And I hated that part of me wanted it again.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

“It will take us years for me to repent for my sins, Viviana.” “Better start now.” She clapped her hand, her leather jacket - Outlaws jacket - she had the nerve to wear that and said, “alright. Why don’t we start on how many times I fucked Roman when you’re busy slutting in that club?” She looked thoughtful for a moment, raising her forefinger, motioning for me to give her a minute. “I’m counting all the times he shoved his cock inside me and made me cum, and the places where we did it. There’s just too many to count.” She met my blank gaze. “oh, wait. I can’t count that as cheating since he’s mine in the first place. So maybe it’s you who needs to confess your sins for fucking a man who’s a