Novel & Cerita Cheating Housewife

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

"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!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

She cursed that day she had stumbled on his profile on social media, his abs and vein decorated strong arms on display from his modeling career, it had immediately stirred up emotions and wild memories in her, so she had made the choice of divorcing her husband for cheating on her with a maid she had employed barely one month after, who was obviously too classy and hot to be a maid. Eva had informed her husband she was going to visit her grandma in Philadelphia. Only to come back two hours after her journey was supposed to have begun to find her husband's hard cock in Jasmine’s, her maid's mouth, sucking his cock to hardness with so much expertise his toes were curling up all over their matr

"Everyone here should know that this woman destroyed her marriage by cheating with multiple men for money. She's been living off her sugar daddies while pretending to be a victim." "You're lying," I said, my voice getting stronger. "And you know it." "Am I?" Bernard challenged. "Then explain how a broke housewife suddenly has millions of dollars. Explain how you can afford to buy houses and live in penthouse suites. Explain where all this money really came from." I felt every eye in the gallery on me, waiting for my response. The humiliation was overwhelming, but underneath it, I felt something else building - anger. Pure, righteous anger at these people who had tormented me for weeks with t

For them, money talks, and it would also keep their mouths shut. "You’ve been sitting here, making my job hell, for what? Because you’re mad your husband is cheating on you? God, you’re pathetic." She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You’re just like those desperate housewives who come in here all high and mighty, picking fights with the other woman instead of the man who actually betrayed them. Sweetheart, your husband cheats because he wants to, not because someone seduced him. Maybe if you weren’t so damn miserable to be around, he wouldn’t be running into another woman’s arms every chance he gets."

I watched them through a haze of sleep deprivation and pure, unadulterated disgust. My mother was humming. It was her usual favourite hymn as she flipped the pancakes, her skin glowing with a radiance that made me want to scream. I knew where that glow came from. Indeed, the saying that a woman cheats better than a man does was definitely true. There was no way in hell Chadwick would believe his clingy wife was cheating on him with her friend.

A nurse by day and a fantastic mother to six foster boys at night, her husband was a cop. They were perfect. The perfect family. In an old ranch house in Texas. The agency called us the lucky ones. And maybe, the other boys were, we had acres and acres of land to roam on, but I wasn't lucky. I had never been lucky. Because she was a bored housewife with a job that left her too much access to pills. And her husband had been cheating on her for ten years. Which left me. The eye candy. Her ticket to pleasure. Or so she thought.

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!"

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .