Erotic Affair Novels & Stories

Her legs were pried wide apart as his heat thrust into her with sudden force. Patricia felt a searing burn and a sharp thrill at once. She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, a wave of guilt crashing over her relentlessly. She was engaging in an intimate affair with another woman’s husband. This was wrong—it had been wrong since last night. ​ "Ah!" The protest she intended to voice turned into a moan as he gripped her hips firmly and buried himself completely inside her.

I ask him. “I told you I was going to get the slut so she could see the damage she has caused,” Erick screams. I have never seen him this angry before today. He throws Karen at my feet. “I know about her affair with my husband, son. It is nothing new. Your father was a mighty warrior. He needed other women, and I never interfered with any of the affairs,” I say, smirking at Karen. Alpha only had one affair, and it was with her, but I didn’t want her to think she was special. I want her to believe she was one of many.

I looked at the aroused man on the bed with disdain and said, "Of course. You're all young widows, and it's been very tough on you. I know that he would be absolutely overjoyed if he knew that he could help you all out in some way or other." The cleaners grinned bashfully and began undressing themselves. Eric, who was still affected by the aphrodisiac drug, instinctively grabbed the lady closest to him and pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her there and beginning to thrust haphazardly into her. "Mmh, honey! Why do you feel different today? But it doesn't matter because I'm going to give you the time of your life!" The scene was so explicit and revolting that everyone present quickly cov

"Ergon...we were together last night. Don't tell me you plan to cheat on Valeria all through? I mean it's bad enough that we both have sex every weekend. We can't do that during the weekdays either. Now that Noah had finally expressed his hate for Valeria, I needed to start acting my part in order to keep my man to myself. Don't want him to be snatched from me by another." Things were getting even deep and out of hand. So,it happens, Ergon and Valeria were not just trying to destroy his relationship with Valeria, but were also having an affair behind their backs. He had always known Adrainna to be a whore, more reason why he never wanted anything to do with her. She was never a woman who got

"Wowza. I cannot believe my little baby girl is having a torrid affair with the teacher." I glared at her. "I'm not having an affair with him. It was a one time thing. Never ever happening again." I didn't even believe my own words and Gia's look said she didn't believe me either. If my words had any ounce of truth in them, I should have walked away when he had given me the option. Instead, I had asked him- no- begged him to kiss me again.

They couldn't do anything to prevent it from appearing as though they were not having an affair if the door is opened. Carmen finally freed Erica's sucking lips from her tongue. "Sure, let's get out of here before my brother leaves us," she wasn't exactly sure what Erica meant by "I'm glad we're doing well". But having an affair with her best friend in the school bathroom was exciting,

I felt humiliated and exposed, and I wanted nothing more than to run away and hide. As if that wasn't enough, the woman then turned to the crowd, her voice booming, "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to tell you the truth about Tom. He's been lying to all of us, but especially to Ava," She pointed at me, and I felt a flush of shame wash over me, "Tom has been having an affair with me for the past year. And now, he's trying to hide the truth from all of you." The room went silent, and the crowd stared at us in shock.

Before I could even process what was happening— Damian reached for my hand. And held it. Firmly. Then he lifted it slightly. Not saying a word. Just… showing him. My breath caught in my throat. I turned quickly to him and whispered under my breath. “What are you doing, Damian?” Eric’s eyes widened slightly. Then— “No way…” he said slowly. “Are you two having an affair?” “What?!” I turned to him immediately. “No!” Why was that the first thing his mind went to? He stared at us for a second.

"Is that okay with you?" She was stunned into stillness. I saw it in the parting of her lips, the dilation of her pupils, the way her hand found my face as if drawn by magnetic force. She was remembering too. Paris. The consent that had been its own aphrodisiac. The way I had trembled against her, not from fear but from the overwhelming rightness of being chosen, being wanted, being seen.

The sudden, unwanted arousal I feel in my jeans is a shock, a betrayal from my own body. The anger I feel at my own thoughts, the disgust at my reaction, boils over. Without thinking, I grab the back of his neck, pull his face to mine, and smash my lips against his. The kiss is a desperate, furious thing. I devour his mouth, my tongue forcing its way in. I taste alcohol, and the bitterness of my own desperation. He responds with the same energy. All I can think is that this is so wrong. I am supposed to marry his sister. But I can't stop. I am blaming it on the alcohol, but the truth is, I don’t want to stop.