Cheating Smut Novels & Stories

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke cautiously, "Well… it's possible, but it won't be easy. The baby is very healthy, so I'd suggest you think it through carefully." "Alright." I didn't want to hear any more of his advice. That day, when I saw the kiss mark on Boweike's neck, I knew. The pain I felt then wasn't imaginary, nor was it just panic caused by pregnancy. Boweike had cheated on me. Later, I carefully examined his scent, and it carried Mia's perfume. Mia—his Beta. Whether by design or coincidence, news of Boweike risking his life to save me during the earthquake had spread like wildfire throughout the pack. People praised him as a devoted husband and father, and his reputation soar

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

She used to do make-up , prepare herself, wear sexy night gowns but everything was total rubbish to me . I tried to bear up with her for a while but when l saw Harriet the receptionist all my moods towards her changed . Everytime Harriet walked in my office in her tight short skirt , she could make it clear that she wants me . Everytime she walks in my office , she goes under the table and pulls my dick out . With her currently pleasuring me , l know it that l should feel awful for what I'm doing to Alexa but l don't . I was now obsessed with cheating and l caredless .

While I played with his prick, trying to get it to rise to the occasion, he found a porno movie on the TV. We had often used smut to excite us. We teased each other about doing the things in the pornos or the XXXerotica stories. The flick he had chosen to watch was about a wife cheating on her husband. I wasn’t sure why he picked that movie. I knew he was turned on by that sort of thing, but was afraid that he might get suspicious. I asked him. “Why did you pick this movie? It’s about wives fucking around on their husbands. Does that turn you on?”

With each entry of his dangling d-ck inside me made my bre-sts bounced wildly, my milk splashed on both of us mixing together with our sweat, I felt like a SL*t in that moment, and wished Jack and I could be like this for all eternity. It was shameful to be cheating on Marcus but as Jack hammered my pu--y and w-mb almost tearing me apart, I quickly forgot about the loser.. In fact he became a very distant memory.. All the love I had for him was gone in an instant.. As Jack pinned me down with his d-ck, I reached out pulling his head close to mine, I stared into his eyes as his dangling d-ck slipped in and out of me in a fast frenzy... We shared a lustful kiss 💋 after that.. Afterwards.. Jac

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!"

Jeane continued, “ Let us join our private parts where it hurts even, every instance of love and passion is freely given. Every dirt in our body is explored without shame, until every melodic note in the air screams our name. “ “ Fuck yeah, “ That was it, Klein was beginning to reach cloud nine. His head had gone up, his eyes sunken. The strokes he gave on his dick was hitting the right spot, fast and impactful, the rimming which Emma gave him sealed the deal, it had his anal buzzing in and out, goose bumps camping on his skin boldly like scales. “ Fuck yeah, fuck give it to me. “ Klein had the ultimate smut face, his tongue was slightly protruded, his mouth, agape. “ I'm cumming, suck me ha

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

My name is Mitchell Chandler, and my wife is Renata Pritchard. On our fifth wedding anniversary, Renata carefully puts together a grand fireworks display. It's for her first love, Samuel Harlow, who has just returned to the country. Under the fireworks, they embrace and kiss. It's a picture-perfect scene. Captured by a famous photographer, the moment makes its way to today's photography exhibition, taking home the gold award. In the audience, Renata's best friend, Vivian Rhodes, turns to me with a grin and asks, "The photo turned out amazing, didn't it? Samuel and Renata really look like a match made in heaven—unlike losers who have to live off their wives. Don't you think so?" I reply