Cheating Milf Stories Novels & Stories

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

The pleasure burst in me. "Oh, yes!" I howled, cumming on another man's dick. My cunt worshiped the stud's cock as he pumped away at me. I wanted his cum to flood me. He thrust away at me as I tongued my sister's pussy, lapping up her passion. My mind drowned in such naughty rapture. I was a cheating wife now. A hot wife and a MILF! "Fuck!" growled Cater. His cock erupted in my pussy. A single blast of his cum splashed against my cervix before he ripped out of me and unloaded on my butt-cheeks. He spurted his cum across my ass. Hank groaned in delight as he watched the money shot spraying over my rump.

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

“That’s… that’s not Marcus. Why would you even think that?” I shrug, making sure to filter my jealousy out of my words. “People cheat. Even the ones who seem perfect.” Lila jumps in immediately. “Oh, I’ve been there. Y’all…” She sets her glass down. “I thought my last boyfriend was loyal. Turned out he was fucking his coworker in the parking garage after every shift. Men lie so well when they want to.” Chloe nods in agreement. “Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.”

Stretched Wide: Filling Every Inch of Her Ass The Cuckold’s Bargain: Watching Him Ravage My Wife Midnight Mistress: Begging for His Thickest Sin Public Desecration: Fucked in the Altar Room The Breeding Program: A Pussy Destined for His Load Tasting Her Best Friend: A Dirty Secret Between Us Broken In: The Gangbang That Left Her Raw Daddy’s Little Sinner: A Taboo Worth the Scandal Stuffed to the Brim: His Cock, Her Tight Pussy The Office Slut: A Lineup Outside Her Cubicle Forbidden Friction: Cheating in the Worst Possible Way Raw and Ruined: An Asshole That Needs Stretching Three-Way Betrayal: Fucking My Husband’s Brother The Gauntlet of Cocks: She Took Them All Pussy on Display: Used by Eve

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers? A screenshot followed. A picture of me from last night; my lips parted in that rough moan. My breath hitched. “How?” I typed back fast, my fingers trembling around the keyboard. “Please, I’ll refund everything, just delete the picture.” He replied with his biggest tip ever: I don't accept refunds, just turn on the video call and no voice changer this time. Say my name while you touch that soaked pussy. Shame burned inside my chest. Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more.

I spat. “But I couldn't let the day pass without a little celebration, you know?” He continued. “Wedding night and all. I fucked her right after the vows. Bent her over in her room while Marisol was getting ready for bed. Camila's pussy was so wet, begging for it. Fucked both mother and daughter that night—Marisol first in our marital bed, then Camila like the slut she is.” “You sick fuck,” I spat, fresh tears welling up. “I hate you. Go to hell, you and Mila. You deserve each other—two cheating pieces of shit.”

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.

“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.