Cheating Husband Romance Novels & Stories

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

"Oh, like if he actually does die you wouldn't have a replacement for him. You want ne dead so you could go be with your fucking mistress you pile of cheating garbage" My voice waa loud and full of rage as I yelled at him. He face contorted in disapproval, he seemed fed up with me and he couldn't take it anymore, he yelled at me. "You're the cheat, you've been cheating on me since the day we got married and you never even wanted thjs marriage, you hated being married to me and you cheated on me severally. You didn't want the kids, you didn't love them that's why you have no picture with them because you dony care about them. Our marriage is like this because of you. You are horrible Elysia,

When Angela saw the commander’s wife off from the boutique, she glanced at the young, handsome driver and deliberately said, “This gentleman shouldn’t be your husband.” The lady smiled helplessly. “Of course not. I hardly see my husband a few times a year.” Angela said, “You have such a calm, graceful presence—poised and refined. Your husband must be exceptional too. It’s a pity I haven’t met him in person.” “That’s easy. He was actually home with me the day before yesterday, but something urgent came up and he left. He’ll be back in a few days. I’ll have him come with me to pick up the outfit.”

“This is none of your business, Evelyn. You step back.” “Are you crazy?! Cyrus’s my husband!” That only made me even more furious. "He deserves it!" I bellowed, shaking her grip off violently. "He's cheating on you! I saw him kissing that bartender! I’m doing you a fucking favor Evelyn!" Evelyn’s eyes widened with shock. Yet somehow, she didn’t seem too upset and angry. She turned sharply toward Cyrus and asked with a frown, "Is this true, Cyrus?" Cyrus spit out a mouth full of blood. "Yeah step back Evelyn. Let us fight. I’m fucking killing this son of a bitch."

"James, please… tell me the truth." James pulled away from her, his expression cold and distant. "I said it’s nothing, Paulina. Stop being paranoid." But Paulina couldn’t shake the dread that filled her heart. Was her husband cheating on her?.

"Family? Alexa is not family related to us. She is..." "Shush." Daisy immediately cuts Quinn short and faces Bethany. "Sometimes, in a marriage, you need to be more open minded about the relationships you and your husband keep. You can get really bored being with only one person and you need to try other things." Bethany gasps softly, feeling herself getting weak once again. "Are you really supporting his cheating now? You should be telling him to be faithful. Who is Alexa if she is not your family? I have known her for two years as a member of your family. So who the hell is she?"

"My husband is a billionaire now. He can give me any amount of money I want. If I am going to suck a cock, it will be a billionaire's cock. Not yours." I chuckled. "I wonder what your billionaire husband would say if he saw a video of his wife getting fucked by another man." She froze. Her face went pale. "You are bluffing." I took out my phone. I scrolled through it slowly. "There were cameras all over that resort room. I could send a video to your husband right now." "If you do that," she said carefully, "your wife finds out you are cheating too." I shrugged. "That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me."

“This time I’m going to cum as deep as I can inside you.” “Do it,” I said. “Fill me up. My cunt is ready to milk you dry.” A part of me still felt torn on cheating on my husband. He’d certainly done nothing to deserve it, at least not that I knew of. Yet for some depraved reason, my body seemed to get even more aroused when it remembered that somewhere out there, my husband was working late hours in his office to buy me something expensive. It felt so much better this time, his thick, creamy cum being implanted deep inside me satisfied the hell out of me.

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o