Cheating Smut Novels & Stories

“It’s not like you’d be doing something with another man, is it? It’s not really cheating. C’mon, won’t you? I’d really like to see you do that. To kiss and lick and suck on Tina’s nipple, and I’m sure Tina would love to feel your lips on her sensitive breasts.” “Oh I don’t know. I’ve just never ever done that kind of thing. I mean not only haven’t I ever done it with — uh — a woman. But, like I’ve been saying, I’ve never cheated on Matt. I don’t know if I should start now.” “Well, from everything Tina’s been saying to me it sure sounds like you’ll be doing that sooner or later. Either, that or you’re just going to remain very frustrated. I’s sure you’ve thought about all that. C’mon. Here’s

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

asked the Alpha in a hoarse, annoyed tone of voice. “He was having sex with my stepsister,” I said ironically. “The man who had sworn his love to me was rolling around with my father's new wife's daughter.” The Alpha raised his eyebrows sky-high. “You never noticed?” asked the Alpha, and I frowned. "It is well known that after bonding, you can sense when your mate is cheating on you. The mate bond is so powerful that cheating is not only perceived, it is resented." I laughed and started crying again.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

I admit I insulted him after the argument and called his dick a shrimp as I asked that we try a different style, but he called me a whore that loved to fuck, and yes, I did love to fuck, but I never thought of cheating, especially with my sister's fiancé, I mean, if you even call this cheating. He suddenly started increasing speed, moving faster and rougher, hitting my ass; it hurt. Soon I was moving against the bed as his speed just kept increasing with each thrust. Fuck, it got to a point I stopped circling my clit; I was just breathing heavily as, goodness, he was fucking the shit out of me. “Oh yes, fuck.” He held me tighter and pulled me closer, making me feel him deep in me as his dick

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

The fire had become visible from downstairs and the ceiling was slowly melting away, crashing down. My breath twitched as I kept searching until I made it to the farthest restroom from the entrance, where the smoke hadn't reached. The moment I entered, I heard soft moans and gasps. I moved closer and in an instant, I recognised Claire's giggles. She was on top of a guy as they engaged in passionate kissing and smooching. Her upper body was almost completely bare as her shirt lay recklessly on the ground, with only a bra on her chest.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

"As if that's gonna solve anything. He cheated on me with half the cheerleading squad and now this." "That's disgusting. He's disgusting." Sammy said like he was about to projectile vomit on our drinks. I took my glass of watermelon juice before he threw up for real and took a sip. "Pretend like he is dead to you, Selena," I said casually. "Don't waste your tears on a manwhore." "I can't believe he would do something like that to you, Selena," Elizabetta said disappointingly with the click of her tongue. "What a douchebag."

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.