Cheating Wives Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

"What's this? Are you jealous?" "Jealous? What even is that?" Tania huffed, feigning indignation. "You think I'd get jealous over a teenage girl? Peter, you must be mistaken." She slapped his hand away with a playful glare. "That little girl looks like she's only 15 or 16! She's still a minor!" Peter glanced at the spot on his hand where she had swatted him, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He sighed theatrically, "So, this is where I stand now, huh? My wife doesn't even get jealous when she sees me with other women. I must have lost my charm."

“This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will never steal them away from you, as they've done to me. Perhaps if there is an award for the cheaters of the year, these two would probably be worthy of that god-damned prize. That’s all and thank you for your attention.” Wisdom then walked away straight into

Richard tried to reach for my hands as he said his, but I swatted them away in an instant. “What are you even saying to me?” I growled still bewildered at his words. “You want my ex to marry my sister… the same person he cheated on me with, in my own house?” “No, that's not what I'm saying, Audrey,” Richard replied, his voice soft and gentle. “Then what are you saying?” I snarled as I lowered my voice. “This man punched you in the face because of me. Isn't it obvious that he's up to no good?”

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.

The messages were right there. Dozens of them. To a woman named “Lila.” Young, from the pictures, barely twenty-five, with a tight body, perky tits, and no stretch marks. Pictures of her in lingerie. Pictures of Marco’s cock. Videos of them fucking in hotel rooms. Promises that he was going to “finally leave the cow” soon. I felt like I was going to be sick. He was actively cheating on me — the wife who had given him five beautiful children and sacrificed her body for their family.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

"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."

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

I admit I insulted him after the argument and called his dick a shrimp as I asked that we try a different style, but he called me a whore that loved to fuck, and yes, I did love to fuck, but I never thought of cheating, especially with my sister's fiancé, I mean, if you even call this cheating. He suddenly started increasing speed, moving faster and rougher, hitting my ass; it hurt. Soon I was moving against the bed as his speed just kept increasing with each thrust. Fuck, it got to a point I stopped circling my clit; I was just breathing heavily as, goodness, he was fucking the shit out of me. “Oh yes, fuck.” He held me tighter and pulled me closer, making me feel him deep in me as his dick