Erotic Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

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

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

The apron brushed against my thighs as he pressed closer, his erection hard against me. “Gio,” I gasped, breaking the kiss as the smell of burnt flour creeped to my nostrils. “The pancakes—” “Fuck the pancakes,” he growled, yanking my robe open, exposing my breasts. His mouth found my nipple, sucking hard, and I cried out, arching into him. “You cheated,” I panted, my hands clawing his shoulders. “This was my game!” “Was it?” he murmured, biting gently, making me gasp. “Then tell me to stop.”

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

She says with a big devilish smile on her face. Before I can say anything she is making out with me again, her body pressed firmly against me and my hard cock. She turns me around and pushes me down so I am now lying down on the bench. She moves around so now she is straddling me, hovering just above my massive cock as I let out a big grunt just from her grabbing my cock and positioning it under her pussy. “Just so you know, I would never cheat on you Mrs Sinclar,” I say “Please Ethan, just Sarah,” she says as the tip of my cock enters her tight pussy.

“I have never cheated on you Roger, not once. You might consider last night cheating and after doing as you suggested and looking at it from every angle I can see that from your point of view it might have been. But I can’t go back and change it Roger. I honestly thought I had your blessing. That said I want to talk about the rest of what you said. You were right on most of it. I did everything you said I did, except for the cheating part, and my reason for doing it was so you would let me fuck other men. But only Roger,onlyifyouwereapartofit. IfyouwereapartofitinmymindI wouldn’t be cheating. “I’m a slut Roger and I have been one since my early teens. I loved cock Roger. I craved it and I to

“You know damn well why Sage picked her. Didn’t you see the way she leaned in? Pressed her tits right in his fucking face?” I kept my expression still, swallowing the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m telling you the truth, Christian.” Chuck’s voice grated, his jaw tight. “She seduced Sage. That’s exactly what happened.” He gave a bitter scoff. “That bitch wants to screw her way to the top. I always knew she was cheating on me when we were married. Fucking slut.” My spine went rigid. Heat prickled under my skin.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Grabbing me by the leg, he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut before tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I scrambled up… cornered and confused, furious. “You… left the door open on purpose.” Hurst just smiled. He… planned all of this. To embarrass me in front her?! I glanced at Janette, still flushed, skirt around her waist, watching me with a calm curiousity. Fuck Hurst. I spat it out before I could stop myself. “He’s been cheating on you Janette. With me. Edging me. Fucking around behind your back!!” The declaration left my throat like a damning judgement, echoing through the room and stopping everything in its wake.

“Meanwhile, I’m up here ruining her tight little pussy on their marital bed.” He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. He slammed back inside her, fucking her in deep, powerful strokes while looking straight into her eyes. “Tell me how much you love cheating on your husband with his best friend,” he demanded, pounding harder. “I love it,” Sarah gasped, breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I love your cock more than his… I love being your dirty slut… Please cum inside me again while he’s downstairs!”