Erotic Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

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.

The most humiliating part of it was that he ditched her that night for that low life. What kind of style was she giving to him to make him all over her like that? Javier told her that Cassandra and Eros have not slept together, but she knew it was a big, fat lie. Eros has nothing to do with women who were not satisfying him sexually and these days, he had not called her up for sex, neither has he met another woman, so there was no way he wasn't fucking that whore.

George continued, "But this has nothing to do with cheating. My feelings trace back more than thirty years. So when Ms. Smith approached me and said her mother was unhappy, I admit that I let my personal feelings get involved. I thought that if Ms. Hudson truly became single again, maybe... maybe I could have a chance. "That's why I went along with Ms. Smith. I wanted to see for myself whether her mother's life was really as bad as her daughter claimed." A trace of unspeakable regret lingered in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, my mind straining to dig up the memories long buried. Meanwhile, my children wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. "Did you hear that, Your Honor?" Clark

Matt probed. Erica nodded with a smile, "we did... some. Well, you know I'm now a cheater. Just like him." Erica palmed Matt's hand and brought it to her cheek. "Except he definitely slept with a lot more women and many more times than I did." She pushed her cheek into his hand, closing her eyes for a mom.

He never asks if my needs are met; he never shows concern for my satisfaction, and it leaves me heartbroken. He doesn't fuck like I want him to, not like the way Benjamin fucks me. Benjamin had me screaming when I orgasmed. I have a powerful climax that sends waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me shaking. Benjamin gives me countless orgasms, sometimes three in a single round. Fuck. Benjamin's cock does something unimaginable to my body; it has me hooked, and I needed to stop before it gets out of hand. No matter the earthshaking orgasm he gives me, I need to stop cheating on my husband because I know this is adultery, adultery with my husband's best friend.

"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.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

I felt so guilty thinking about Tom, my husband… but that guilt somehow made everything feel even hotter. I was a cheating wife getting her tits sucked by a big black man in my own house, and it turned me on so much I could barely stand. He kept going for a long time, switching between my tits, sucking one deep and slow, then the other fast and rough. He pulled them, squeezed them, licked them all over, covering my soft skin with his spit. My nipples were swollen and shiny when he finally pulled back. He looked down at me, breathing hard, his lips wet. “Have you ever sucked a black cock before?”

"I do. She was furious when I told her I wasn't going to immediately reject you. And she has the money and connections to hire rogues." I pressed the antiseptic-soaked cloth against a particularly deep gash, maybe harder than necessary. He grunted in pain but didn't complain. "So your mistress tried to have me killed because you wouldn't reject me fast enough." I laughed bitterly. "That's quite the love story you two have." "She's not my—" He stopped. "I ended things with her. After you left. I realized—" "Realized what?" I interrupted, my hands stilling. "That cheating on your mate was wrong? That planning to use me as a broodmare was fucked up? Or did you just realize you got caught and ne

I know there's no love in our marriage but the least he could've done was respect me. Even if he wants to have flings with random women, I won't be against that but I'd rather be does that privately, away from the public. Ace is too cautious for something like this to skip his mind. It's almost like he anticipated this charade so I see it. But at what cause? I already know he's not into me at all. I sipped out of my glass cup again. Well, I guess that's enough news for me. I clicked on the 'N*****x' button on the remote and waited as it loaded. Let me see what romance sitcoms they have since I can't get romance in my life.