Cheating Wives Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Husband comes home to a hot little wife. Enjoy.. ***** Although I take a little license with my stories, they are all based on my true wife. She has slowly become a little promiscuous over time. It of course began with a fantasy that we shared during our own sex and developed from there. At first she was afraid to do anything outside of our marriage for real and planned to keep it a fantasy. With the ideas built up in her head, she eventually felt like she had permission to try it. Her first several times were more like cheating than anything else. With me out of town and her exceptionally horny she eventually gave in to someone she knew. Afterwards she wasn't comfortable with the reality, s

"As a wife? When was the last time you truly considered me your wife? You don't even care about me! Didn't you see what you did to my face? You hit me because I found out about your affair with Erika!" "I didn't cheat, Nina...! I didn't do that!" "You didn't do that? Do you think I'm stupid? I heard everything she said on the phone. You had sex with her, didn't you? It must have been so wild that she had to be taken to the hospital for an injured butt, and you're still trying to deny me?" I was so emotional that tears streamed down my face. I don't understand what I'm really feeling and what I'm really thinking. Everything feels so chaotic that I can't comprehend the situation I'm in right n

"She's not just an ex-wife, she's a living saint! I heard she paid off all of the debt for him." "Marcus is about to have it made. Living off a woman is still a skill." I did not move. I merely looked down at my worn-out sneakers with the soles coming apart. "Excuse me, I've got deliveries to make," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the handlebars. There was no way Shirley missed me. She probably just wanted to see if I was dead yet. Back in court, when she sobbed and testified that I embezzled company funds to support a boy toy, she had worn that same expression.

Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten. "It's all your fault, bitch! If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have been fired. Pay back all the gold we gave you. Bitch!" I felt nothing. After all, what mattered to me now was figuring out how to get my wife to give me a daughter that night.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

“A neglected wife like you needs multiple cocks to feel alive.” Victor spanked me again and again. The pain mixed with the pleasure of Alex’s cock inside me. “Tell your husband in your mind what you are doing right now,” Victor ordered. I felt fresh tears as another orgasm built. “I am cheating on you, Mark,” I thought while my body betrayed me completely.

I came one final time, shaking and squirting, before collapsing in a puddle of mixed cum. The men dressed quickly, kissing me goodbye, thanking their lucky neighborhood whore. I stayed naked on the grass, gently fingering my destroyed holes, pushing all their cum deeper as it leaked out. My phone started blowing up. **Mark’s wife:** I’m coming over. Something is wrong. **Sarah (group chat):** Girls, I think our husbands are cheating. With the same person. **Husband:** Landing early. Home in 30 minutes. I smiled through the panic and pleasure, still slowly fingering my cum-drenched pussy. Six loads inside me. Body marked and used. And my husband about to walk through the door any minute.

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."