Cheating Smut Novels & Stories

George continued, "But this has nothing to do with cheating. My feelings trace back more than thirty years. So when Ms. Smith approached me and said her mother was unhappy, I admit that I let my personal feelings get involved. I thought that if Ms. Hudson truly became single again, maybe... maybe I could have a chance. "That's why I went along with Ms. Smith. I wanted to see for myself whether her mother's life was really as bad as her daughter claimed." A trace of unspeakable regret lingered in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, my mind straining to dig up the memories long buried. Meanwhile, my children wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. "Did you hear that, Your Honor?" Clark

“I love being your secret slut. Fuck me deeper and fill me with your cum again.” He suddenly lifted me up, stood up with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over the back of the couch. He fucked me standing up, pounding me from behind with brutal force. My tits hung over the couch as he destroyed my pussy. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while choking me. “I’m close,” he grunted. “I’m going to fill this cheating cunt . Beg for my load.” “Please cum inside me,” I sobbed. “Pump your hot cum deep into your wife’s sister.Make me leak your seed when I see Lauren later.”

Bu Sinta teased. Everyone laughed, but Anton reflexively closed his thighs because of the pain of hearing what Bu Sinta said, if he lost his valuable asset, he could not satisfy Monica forever. "Don't do that, I can't give you pleasure if my valuables are gone," said Anton. "If you cheat again, I will cut it off," Monica retorted. "You're pregnant Monica, don't say anything careless," said Anton. "Don't worry like that, that's all you have. So don't try to cheat again," Monica replied.

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

"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.

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams. “Tell your husband how much better we are,” one demanded, pulling my hair so my mouth was off his cock for a second. “I… I’m sorry Brutus… their cocks are so much bigger… they’re ruining me… I can’t stop cumming…” I sobbed, voice hoarse. They laughed and slammed back into my every hole. The degradation became nastier. They made me describe how much I loved being a cheating cumdump. They compared Brutus’s “tiny useless dick” to their massive tools. They made me beg for their cum while my husband cried.

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That would be. An affair. No. It could never happen. This was just a stupid crush. "Possum, jerking someone off isn't an affair. Unless you're one of those wackos who thinks that masturbation is cheating." "No, but...this is different." It was meant to be a statement, but it came out more like a question. "Amber my love, if wanking someone off is cheating, then any time your husband masturbates, he's having an affair with himself."