Erotic Stories Cheating Wives

She entered his office looking for a future but left his bed with a past she couldn’t forget. When Raina takes an internship at one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she expects nothing more than a paycheck to fund her dreams. But then she meets him—Cazien Wolfe. CEO. Enigma. Dangerous in ways no contract could warn her about. He’s brilliant but broken, a man stitched together by ambition and haunted medication. She’s guarded but desperate, a woman with a silent past and a heart too soft for her own good. One night. One mistake. One kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen—followed by a moment so intimate it feels imagined. But when Raina sees something she was never meant to witness—a truth about Cazien that cuts deeper than betrayal—her world spins off its axis. What begins as a story of slow attraction spirals into obsession, secrets, and scars neither of them are prepared to reveal. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And some sins… beg to be repeated. This is not a love story. It’s a war between hearts, and only the broken survive.

Naranasan mo na bang ma-love at first sight? Yung tipong pakiramdam mo eh siya na ang nakatadhana para sayo kahit na kakameet niyo pa lang? Ganito ka din ba kabaliw kung mainlove? Yung tipon gagawin ang lahat para lang mapakasakanya ang kanyang taong minamahal kahit na ang kapalit nito ay iyong dignidad. Dahil kung ganito ka din eh baka katulad ka din ng ating bida na si Lorenzo Miguel Samaniego. Ang lalaking halos nasa kanya na ang lahat, with his looks, fortune, as in lahat ng hihilingin mo ay nasa kanya na kaya hindi din makapagtataka na habulin siya ng mga babae. Pero may isang babae ang mamimeet niya at magpapabaliw sa kanya. Si Gabriella Monica Jimenez na anak ng mga maimpluwensyang tao. This girl was brokenhearted that time at talagang nagpakalasing hanggang sa hindi na nito alam ang kanyang ginagawa. Nang magtama ang mga mata ng dalawa. And boom! Hindi ito pinalampas ni Miguel at agad niyang sinunggaban si Monica at dahil wala itong kalaban laban kaya nadala niya ito sa kanyang condo at duon sila gumawa ng pangarap, yun nga lang... Monica caught Miguel na may ibang kasamang babae at ito ang dahilan para iwan nito ang binata. Bigo din itong mahabol ang dalaga hanggang sa tuluyan na niya itong hindi makita... ---- Ngunit tila mapagbiro ang tadhana, At sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay magkikitang muli ang kanilang landas. Hindi pa din nagbabago ang pagtingin ni Miguel sa dalaga ngunit hindi nito inaasahan ang malaking pagbabago sa dalaga... Ano nga kaya ang natuklasan nito? Bakit biglang nag alangan si Miguel? Itutuloy pa din ba nito ang nararamdaman para sa dalaga? Alamin ang mga pangyayari sa kapanapanabik na kwento ng naudlot na pag iibigan nina Miguel at Monica...

Aurelia Navarro gave her love, her time, her fortune—everything. Pero sa dulo, siya pa rin ang iniwan… ipinagpalit sa ibang babae. Dalawang taon siyang nagsakripisyo bilang asawa ni Matteo Navarro. Ngunit nang malugi ang Navarro Holdings na siya mismo ang nagpapatakbo ay siya rin ang sinisi, at nasira ang pangalan niya. Hanggang sa dumating ang misteryosong lalaki na nag-alok ng investment. “I can give you 5% of my shares,” sabi nito. Ngumisi si Aurelia. “Five percent? Keep it. I can build my own empire.” Walang nakakaalam na sa likod ng pangalang Aurelia Navarro ay nakatago ang tunay niyang pagkatao— isang major shareholder ng Gatchalian Inc., international professor, renowned painter, at ang pinakakilalang assassin sa underground world. At nang lumuhod si Matteo sa ilalim ng ulan para humihingi ng tawad, isang lalaking may itim na payong ang nakatayo sa tabi ni Aurelia. “Mr. Navarro, please leave,” malamig nitong sambit. “Who are you to her?” singhal ni Matteo. Emil smirked. “Atty. Emiliano De Rossi. I’m her lover.”

When I discover that Shawn Felton has kept a mistress for the past three years and even intends to throw her a wedding, I decide to leave him. I'm going home to marry the man my family has picked for me. On the first day, I give the ring Shawn got me to his mistress. On the second day, I throw away everything and anything that has to do with me. On the third day, I put on a wedding dress and marry Shawn's nemesis. From now on, Shawn and I will have nothing to do with each other. Shawn is unfazed originally. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He only panics when he sees the news of me marrying someone else.

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

In this world, there are more ways to deal with a problem than the problem itself. That applies just as well to cheating men. Rich men, especially, will go to absurd lengths just to have more women in their lives. There's no trick too low, no scheme too shameless. Take my boss, for example. He handed over his stunning mistress to me. Honestly, I suspected he couldn't perform in bed, because she came into my bedroom night after night.

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.