Cheating Wives Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"It’s really interesting, as the sound of her loud moans also turned me on." I lowered my head in embarrassment. "It's so funny that you had seven rounds with her when you hardly even finished the third round with me, always claiming that you were tired or had back pain, or perhaps you thought your disc slipped or just any ridiculous excuse, and you slept with her for seven fucking rounds. That's totally amazing, Cassius. I had no idea you were so good like that." "Mary, I..." "Do not talk, I'm still talking. What right does a man who cheated out of his matrimony have after shoving his wife's dignity and trust into the mud?"

Moments later, the sweet scent of tea lingered in the interrogation room. Holding the cup with her lean fingers, she didn’t drink it. Wearing a nonchalant expression, she told her tale leisurely. “I hate my husband! He was cheating on me with Gianna before we were married. They were lovers back then, but he failed to bring it up when he pursued me. “Of course, Gianna wasn’t the only one. He has a ton of them back in our country. “We were still married when he consistently slept with his many different lovers. At first, I couldn’t take it because I used to love him!

“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.

“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.”

First she cheats on her husband and then she tells him in the evening. Was that how it was done? Do wives just cheat on their husbands and then tell them like it was not a grave sin? I may have been young, but I still understood a few fundamental rules of relationship and marriage. Manfred didn't seem so horrified. On the contrary, he smiled at her in surprise and was suddenly very close to her. "What? You've got him again?" "Yes, when you left the house this morning, I was so horny I just couldn't resist" she whispered to him. She could feel the excitement of the story "How did you do it with him? I hope you remembered that Andreas is also visiting."

I never got it. In just three years of being married to Bruce, he became a monster, he abused me, physically and emotionally while he cheated on me multiple times with my twin sister. Ella got reign over me, she became everything I ever was and more. She took my company, my parents gave it to her. I was married now and my husband had it all, they said. Ironic, right? And don't even get me started on my 'anonymous secret boyfriend' Bryan, who turned out to be fraud and was actually hired by my husband to dupe me into divorcing him so he could be with the love of his life.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

A wave of humiliation surged through me. My wife was carrying another man's child, and I was supposed to be happy about it? What a cruel joke. Noticing my dissatisfaction, Tasha let go of Nick's hand and sat down beside me. Lowering her head, she gently stroked her belly. "Thomas, I know you mind this child, but you will always be my husband. That will never change." She tentatively reached for my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. Her best friend, Emily Grisham, couldn't stand it and rushed over.

The sight of him cheating on me turns me on so badly which I can't explain as I slipped my hand under my skirt without thinking as my fingers brushed my panties which were already soaked. I bite my lips while circling my clit slowly matching to the rhythm of his thrusts. “This is so insane and I still can't believe that I'm getting off on my husbands infidelity?” I said. Jim flips her over while spreading her legs wide as he hooked them over his shoulders. “Look at me while I fill you up,” he demanded slamming back in. He kept bouncing on each other while her nails racked his back. “Jim, oh fuck you are so big and I want you to ruin pussy!”