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Katya asks. “No, my best friend. He’s decent—likes tight clothes on him and his women.” “The best friend who slept with your girlfriend?” Ami asks. “Well…” “He did what?” Katya looks between us. “Another cheater. Told you—urine.” Ami laughs. “Technically, he didn’t cheat—he was single,” Ami clarifies. Katya glares at her. “Don’t make me choke you.” Ami laughs harder. “Okay, let’s focus. Eriq, you like that one?”

A rhetorical question as he rammed in and out of me. I gripped the ends of the desk as he ploughed me without caution. I was surprised at how he accurately stopped at the point just before slamming my ass cheeks. It was the most quiet sex I had ever had. He didn't make a sound either, turning his moans into exhales. There was no doubt in my mind that this man had cheated on his wife before now. The thought of how fake they were gave me the motivation to keep going. It eliminated any pity or conscience I had when it came to them. They were both bad people pretending to be good.

“You didn’t agree with anything. I would’ve married her, even if you had said no. I planned on ending this long ago, but you were too desperate. And I thought, why work hard to get another fuck buddy when I already have someone ready for the job?” “You’re an asshole, Eros,” she commented. “Oh, I’m pretty aware of that. But I’d rather be an asshole who respects his wife than one who cheats.” “You cheated on her already. You had sex with me three days before your wedding.” I shrugged. “I’m sure that doesn’t count as cheating. Besides, I have touched no one since the wedding, anyone except my wife.” Her jaw tightened every fucking time I said my wife. “Now, get out.”

he smirks. I scoff loudly. “I did not do that!” “You know you’re not supposed to down wine in huge gulps, don’t you?” I can tell by his cheeky grin that he’s teasing me. I stick my tongue out at him. “If you end up with a love life like mine, you’ll do whatever you want.” I curl my legs under me, holding my head up with my hand as I sigh heavily. “Why does this have to happen to me? I thought things were going great. Eric was an attentive guy, and I thought he loved me. Not only does he cheat on me, but he does this because he wants to take advantage of nepotism? I don’t get why this had to happen to me.”

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.

Sex was never something the two of them talked about, and now he knew why. "Remember Derek? Well, when we dated, we kind of did some fooling around with others and even found a site where people could connect and hookup. There's a ton of swingers in this area. You should look into it." Glen ran a hand through his dark hair as he took a slow breath. "So, you think the answer to Cherish cheating on me is to let her fuck more men? Doesn't that sound a little...odd?" He shook his head, remembering when Selby told him about his open marriage with Faith. Glen wondered if the two of them were on that site, and if they were, then Glen definitely didn't want to be on it. How awkward would it be to ma

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I knew for sure, my body was familiar with his touch! I had no recollection of my past, let alone any infidelity. His grip on my shoulder tightened, causing me to flinch. "Good," he sneered. "Because if you do, I'll make sure Damon never believes a word you say. He'll think you're nothing but a lying, cheating whore." I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down in tears, my body shaking with sobs. He finally released me, watching with a cruel smirk as I crumpled to the ground, calling myself a cheat.

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

Amid my panic, I immediately called Luciana, sobbing and breaking down. "He cheated, Luciana! He cheated! The paparazzi caught him. What do I do now?" I cried desperately into the phone. Crying and shaking, I ran toward the hotel he had gone to. My thoughts were in disarray, like every possible nightmare scenario was collapsing into one big disaster. "If he really cheated, I'd break up with him on the spot." That was what I swore to myself back then. After asking around for his room number, I rushed down the hall and barged into his hotel room. The next second, confetti and streamers rained down on me.

He said and I smiled gratefully at him. " What about you?" I asked him. "What's your story?" He looked at me and shrugged like it didn't bother him much. "Well, it's nothing serious. I'm not engaged to her. Someone sent me a sex video of her fucking another guy and screaming his name so fucking loud, like some cheap whore so I decided to call it quits. This is the third one. They always ended up cheating. They all shared the same agenda. Charm me to date them, eat my money until they were full, and fucking cheat." He had a pained expression on his face, and I couldn't help but place my hand on his, which was on the bar island where we sat. He took my hand and squeezed it tightly. I didn't ig