Cheating Wife Erotica Novels & Stories

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy. Lucas actually believed in such a weak fabrication. Since then, I knew that our daughter, Gracie Anderson, and I were no longer important to him. It was late at night. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered seductively, “Lucas, you’re so good to me.” Lucas hugged her back and said softly, “I owe you this much.” He allowed her hands to slowly slide beneath his clothes. Rather than recoil, he reciprocated her actions I turned to look the other way.

"It was one affair, and I owned up to it. Would you rather I'd been like everyone else, sneaking around behind your back while you sat at home completely clueless?" As if those were the only two options—and as if not cheating at all would kill her. My temper flared, but I swallowed it just as fast. It wasn't worth the energy. "None of you regret losing me. You just miss having someone around to take care of everything. "Face it, Renee. This affair is over, but the next one is already waiting." Renee wouldn't accept it. "Then we're not divorcing. I'll prove it to you."

“Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.” I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my pussy still remembers how you fucked me raw.” Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such a honest little whore.” He shoves back in, fucking my throat harder now. My nose presses against his pelvis on every thrust. I’m gagging, drooling, mascara running, completely ruined.

Irina, my wife, the woman I thought was a saint, was cheating on me. "When was this?" I pointed to one of the photos. Specifically one where she was on all fours on a couch while the man fucked her from behind. "This morning, sir." The investigator seemed nervous. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I want everything." "It's the third property she's purchased, sir. Different lovers, and from what little I've investigated, it seems there have been many." The investigator shifted in his chair. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

"Just so you know, Rita, I don’t care about you. I don’t care about Eric. I do not give a flying fuck about your relationship with your cheating husband." Rita sat up straighter, her expression twisting into offence. "Now, wait a minute. Eric is not—" "Shh!" I cut her off, holding up a hand. "Shut up, Rita. Shut your fucking mouth." Her lips parted slightly in shock. "He is a cheater. And I’m going to label him as a cheating husband forever. If anybody were to ask me who Eric is, that's the first thing on the list—a cheater." I leaned forward, my gaze locked on hers. "And you know what? I got the proof. I got the credentials. And it’s sitting right in front of me."

“My wife is going to eat you out.” Rory sucked in a sharp breath as they changed positions, with Rory on the couch and my wife on her knees between Rory’s legs. Anna stuck her ass up in the air as she bent over and ate Rory’s pussy. I placed my hand on her lower back to arch it even harder, then I plunged into my wife’s hole, grunting from how warm and tight she was. One hand in her hair, I shoved Anna’s face against Rory’s cunt. “You want to cheat on me with a woman?” I snarled. “Suffocate in her fucking cunt.”

He had always kept his cheating a secret, but now he has no reason why he should continuing keeping it a secret from his bitch ass wife. He f*cked his Mistress with no care in the world, not minding that his wife is behind him, watching him f*ck another lady. Anna knew she won't be able to take any more if the scene before her, she walked back downstairs with tears rolling down her eyelid. The more she tried to clean the tears, the more it rushed out.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?