Cheating Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“I’m sure he’s just using you to get back at me.” Her heartbeat stumbled. “What?” Lucas smirked bitterly. “You really don’t know?” Fear slowly crept into her stomach. “Know what?” Lucas wiped blood from the corner of his mouth before answering coldly, “I slept with his girlfriend years ago.” The world around Camila suddenly felt too still. Too quiet. “What?” Lucas shrugged carelessly. “She cheated on him with me.” Camila stared at him speechless. “And trust me,” Lucas continued cruelly, “Mateo never got over it, I am sure this is way of getting back at me”

We will get to it right away. "Stanley…" Alissa called out in a hoarse voice, her eyes bloodshot. "H-Have you planned this since the beginning? Have you been lying to me the entire time?" I flashed her a slight smile. "Lying to you? Just think about how you and that best friend of yours registered your marriage under my watch. You did nothing while he challenged me and trampled all over my prized possessions time and time again. "Compared to this scheme of yours tonight to ruin my reputation and make me lose everything… A tiny self-defense trick like this is nothing compared to what you have done.

Pat continued, "I knew something was bothering you. I had a feeling you were hurting but you would not open up to me. And that Seraphine, so shameless. How dare she have sex with your husband and come here to twist the story and accuse you before everyone? If you did not have evidence of her cheating, everyone here would have started questioning your character." I walked around my desk and lowered myself into my chair, the leather cool against my back. "Do not put too much faith in me, Pat. I am not as saintly as you think." "What do you mean?" Pat asked. "I know you would never have sex with someone else's husband," she added. I leaned back in my chair. "But I did." Pat's expression froze,

The timeline and corporate entities perfectly matched my history. Finally, an entertainment account dropped "internal chat logs" and claimed my arranged marriage had always been part of a calculated scheme to take over Henderson Group. According to their narrative, I had blown the situation with Archie out of proportion because I was jealous and couldn't stand seeing him and Valerie genuinely in love. To top it off, they dug up photos of Stacey and me from years ago, saying we had been romantically involved for ages and staged this entire sequence together. Three heavily manipulated hashtags climbed up the list of trending topics.

"Do not leave me like this. I promise I will work extra shifts, I will buy you the real one, I will do better..." She looked at my hand on her arm with complete disgust and shoved me back violently. "Get off me. You want to know why I am leaving? Because I have been sleeping with real men for the past four months. Men who actually have money. You are just not man enough to keep me." The front doors clicked shut behind her, leaving me standing alone in the lobby. The head waiter approached me cautiously, his face full of pity. "Sir... are you alright?" I could not even form a sentence. I turned around, pushed through the doors, and walked out into the cold night air, the shame burning hot aga

Benjamin allowed me to explore new things that brought me pleasure, things I hadn't realized I liked. I knew that I was cheating on my husband, but I can't just help myself. I was cheating with not just any body but my husband's brother, my husband's best friend, someone he literally grew up with. Staring at myself in the mirror, I cupped my breast, remembering the feeling I get when Benjamin does it. Fuck. Sex with Michael had always lacked excitement or passion, and I thought there was something wrong with me. It was always challenging to get him aroused, and when he finally did, he didn't last long.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.