Novel & Cerita Erotic Affair Stories

I was nineteen. His son’s ex-girlfriend. An hour ago, I’d been crying in the rain because of that same son, my chest aching, my heart raw and bruised. Now I was pressed against Ethan, my breath hot against his ear, my hand stroking him through his clothes until I felt how hard he was, how badly he wanted this—wanted me. It was wrong. I knew it was. But when I whispered his name and felt the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched, something inside me snapped.

“The Society ends. The cover-ups end. Every name, every erased life—it all comes to light.” Her heart beat fast, but for once, it didn’t feel like fear. “Then we do it. But this ends with us walking away. Together.” Adrian reached for her hand. “No more lies,” he said. “No more shadows,” she echoed. Their kiss was not soft. It was fierce. It held promises too big for words. It held the weight of every risk, every betrayal, and the barest spark of hope. When they pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other.

"I can't seem to understand... why Tricia is so obsessed with Carlo?" "I cannot understand you, who is that guy?" Efron clenched his fist. "He is the one that Tricia is having an affair with, the one who took her virginity!" "Ouch that kinda hurt, buddy... anyway why don't you just find another woman? You're handsome and smart, I'm pretty sure that there are still many fish in the oceans!" "Easier said than done... there is something I like about her that I could not find to other women!"

Bella places her hands on the table and leans in closer to him to hear the full story. "Why do you look so happy about it?" "About what?" "My wife's affair," He frowns and she chuckles. "It's just...It's not like that." "You really despise me, don't you?" "No sir I just want to help you-" "I saw my wife kissing another guy," He speaks up changing his posture awkwardly. "That's pathetic." "I agree with you for the first time." "Do you happen to know him sir?" "Yeah. He's that singer...What's his name again...James I guess?"

I like that I had someone to call DAD. “I have news, my girl,” he said, sitting on the bed beside me. My eyes lit up, and I watched him, waiting. “I found the connection you were looking for,” he said, and I nodded enthusiastically. “It seems affairs are quite rife here.” he shook his head, and those words startled me even though I tried to maintain a calm composure. The kiss I had shared with Blaine could not be considered an affair, right? We were both in the process of getting a divorce from our spouses.

I mumbled, gently releasing my leg from his grip. "If you would excuse me, I don't want to miss my date," I said, joining Damon inside. "That was good," I muttered to Damon as he laughed. "I never knew revenge was this sweet before, l mumbled. I looked back to find Eric still looking at us as tears flowed down his eyes. What was he expecting? I ran to his hands, I married him and then I let him sleep with both me and my sister. Of course he would be mad to think that something like this would ever happen. I guess he doesn't know that I am aware of his affairs but very soon in front of a huge crowd and in the royal website, things will be known.

Their expressions are brimming with questions, but none is brave enough to ask anything. Who is the unfortunate girl, then?” Breaking the icy barrier that had formed between the four of us, Lyall questioned. “Rowan's girlfriend,” Eryx remarked. Although Eryx is a one-word man, all that comes out of his mouth when he talks is the truth. He is the man of his own words; thus, it doesn't matter if you'll get hurt in the process. "What?! Are you serious? Aiden?” Lyall shook his head and gave me a dubious gaze.

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.

He was a dangerous addiction, a poison I couldn't stop craving. A sudden, fierce need coursed through me, a raw, primal desire that I hadn't felt in weeks. My hands trembled as I undid my pants, my erection a solid, aching thing. I hadn’t been this hard in a long time. Not with the beautiful women I had slept with. Not even with Isabella, whose innocence and beauty had left me cold and unresponsive. Only Adrian. Only the thought of him, of his lips on mine, the feel of his body against mine, the taste of smoke and him on my tongue.