Erotic Stories Affair Novels & Stories

My eyes widened, “Jeremy! You know I’m not on birth control! You were supposed to pull out!” “You really expect me to believe that it makes you sick? Come on, get real Marley. A real woman lets her man nut in her. You better get some plan b then. I don’t want you knocked up just yet,” he pulled out of me and pushed me down onto the bed. “Lick me clean, slut,” he shoved his member in my face, and I tentatively licked his semen along with my juices off his dick. Jeremy smiled in pleasure and patted my cheek, “good girl.”

“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.

“You’re a liar!” “You wanna bet?” Eric asked, arching one dark brow. “When they were married, he betrayed your Mommy with Eve. Do you know what an affair is? What it means to cheat?” “Like in a game or on a test?” Parker inquired curiously. “No honey, not exactly.” Eric corrected gently. “When two people are married, they promise they’ll only…” He paused to search for a toddler-appropriate term, “kiss each other for the rest of their lives. But Cheating is if one of them breaks that promise and kisses someone else, and an affair is when they keep kissing that other person for a long time.”

Still, my body betrayed me, pushing back to meet him, chasing the release I’d been denied last night. He leaned over me, chest against my back, lips at my ear. “You’re not just wet,” he growled. “You’re dripping for a man who’s supposed to belong to someone else. Does that scare you?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Good.” His hand slid around to circle my clit with perfect pressure. “Because I’m not marrying her for love. I never was.” The confession hit me like a spark. Not enough to explain anything, but enough to make the guilt twist into something darker, hotter.

It was a challenging process, filled with moments of doubt and introspection, but it was necessary for our personal growth and the restoration of trust. As time passed, we began to see the beauty in the imperfections of our relationships. We understood that love was not a flawless concept, but rather a messy and complicated journey. The affair, once a source of pain and confusion, became a catalyst for growth and self-reflection, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

"I know every reason. I have them all memorised. I'm sitting on your desk anyway." Something moved through his expression. The last wall. The final managed distance. He stood up. He was taller when he was standing and she was sitting on the desk and he came close and looked at her and then his mouth was on hers and this time neither of them pulled back. Zara unconsciously opens her legs wide enough for him to be in-between,not breaking the kiss,her hands found his button and undid them immediately like her life depended on it, she wanted to feel his skin . Ethan's hand weren't less busy,he gently slid her cotten gown exposing her already wet pussy, his hand rubbed against her core gently,he

“Ohh sh…” Eric almost cursed in surprise. He took a deep breath and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why did Jane let you watch those stupid dramas?” Eric whispered to himself. He looked back at Eugene and said, “That’s not it.” “Then tell me the meaning of it. Then I will decide again.” “Alright, an ‘affair’ is infidelity within a committed romantic relationship, most commonly considered a type of chea…” Eric remembered that he should have shortened the explanation for Eugene to understand.

Eric carefully cut my lamb chop into bite-sized pieces before continuing, "She's just a pet that I have to alleviate the boredom. Alison is the only one I love. But watch your mouths, everyone. Don't blame me for getting nasty if any of you bring this up to Alison." Eric's warning gaze swept across the crowd. There was a brief silence before someone, unable to hold back their curiosity, asked, "Eric, since Alison can't hear and won't know about your affair, have you and that maid ever… in your home?" He left the sentence unfinished, leaving plenty of room for imagination. Eric chuckled. "Of course. It's… thrilling." The banquet hall erupted into thunderous applause, with people giving him ho

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.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.