Cheating Wife Comic Novels & Stories

“Go ahead then. Just say it. What is it? You want a divorce?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost panicked. “Why would you go there? That’s the last thing on my mind. I want you back, Monique. I love you. You’re my wife.” I stared at him. “It didn’t look that way.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “It didn’t look that way when I walked into what I thought was our house and found you with another woman. When I saw her pictures where mine used to be. When I saw my curtains gone, my colours erased. You didn’t just cheat, Ryan. You replaced me.”

I was thinking to myself that these guys had no idea I was this girls husband, that this slut was my wife. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, to find out she’s been cheating on me and getting fucked behind my back. That’s when his lips went around my cock and took all 8 inches of me. This guy was sucking my cock while another guy is jerking off next to me, how could I really get mad that my wife also went out and had fun. At least for the moment I decided to just enjoy this and have a good cum and worry about it later. I decided to ask the guy if there were any videos crazier than this one of her I could see. The guy next to me chuckled and said there’s tons of anything you could think of

I knew I could no longer maintain a relationship with those two kind elders. I turned toward Jeremy and said in a cold and unwavering voice. "Jeremy, I didn't betray this wedding. You did. You were the scumbag who rolled around with your mistress on our wedding bed! "And do you really want me to describe all that liquid on the sheets? You really do play dirty, don't you?"

The only woman I never looked at with different eyes, she's the wife of my weapons manufacturing boss, the only one who works up here and knows what's going on down there, and while I have a lot of respect for her marriage, I can't say that she's done it herself. Well, what I mean is that even though she's always smiling and handing out kind words to everyone, she's a shameless bitch who cheats on her husband at work, I'm disgusted by that kind of attitude. I've lost count of how many times I've caught her and my vice president screwing around in hir office. I stay out of it and always pretend I didn't see it. I can't stand cheating, but if it doesn't involve me, I let everyone live life as

My eyes land on one of the slim girls who was making snide remarks about me earlier, and I kinda feel great, knowing that I just fucked her husband. She glares at me with scorn and humiliation in her eyes. She knows she can't take me. I will claw her eyes out if she tries anything. “He is all yours," I declare as I walk past her. Victor loves chocolate, I think to myself when I realize his wife is black. “Victor, I can't believe you just cheated on me with a fat loser," she cries. Fat loser? I turn around. “Listen, sweetheart," she stares at me when she realizes that I'm still here. “I may be fat, but I ain't no loser. In fact, I just won twice after your husband ate and fucked my pussy," I

“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.”

“Goddamn, you’re an idiot!” “What did you expect?” I laughed sarcastically. “That we’d have a real affair? Don’t you get that it’s her I like?” How did that slip out of my mouth, like it was true? “I have no doubt you’re in love with your wife. But it’s not my fault she likes your brother.” “You bitch!” I grabbed her wrist. “Get your things and get off my property.” “The money’s already in my account!” She shrugged with a mocking smile, pulling her arm free. Then she looked at my wife and her little sister watching Jorel in the water. “Looks like you’re getting cheated on too! And I bet she didn’t pay someone to fake it!”

Zack grunted in annoyance. He smelled the dampened towel which now smelled of garlic before throwing it on a nearby couch and, using his fingers, tussled his hair. "I could never understand why people cheat on their spouses. Especially the ones they made vows to," Zack shook his head. "Because it's fun?" Chris grinned. "It's my fault, the whole scene that was caused, and what my wife did to you." A voice came, making both Zack and Chris turn their heads towards the door, and it was none other than the cheating husband.

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

Just that one—centered, focused, quiet. A photo you’d never post, but wouldn’t delete. “Celina?” Gabriel called again, his voice closer this time. “Did you hear me?” Her spine snapped straight. A big part of her heart dropped. Does her husband's cheating? Shit. She fumbled the phone, nearly dropping it. The image was still open, frozen on that smile. She locked the screen. Tossed it back on the bed. The bathroom door creaked open. “There you are,” Gabriel said, stepping out with damp hair and a towel slung low on his hips. “Didn’t you hear me?”