Novel & Cerita Hot Wife Cheating Stories

Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us.

She let out a whimper as she went through the comments that were flooding in faster than she could read: I knew she was too good to be true. So the rumors were true all along. Just that it's the two men, not just one. Using a tragedy to hide her filth. Poor Hayden. He gets paralyzed, and his wife brings her lovers into his bed. Being a gold digger isn’t enough. She had to be a cheater, too. Disgusting whore Her breath caught. “They’re…” she swallowed. “They’re saying…” She could not even finish it.

He replied, returning the handshake, "we're just doing business.” Then, I called for Vickie, the only maid I trusted. Richard whispered in my ear as I called her. “So, uhh… did your fiancé like, cheat on you or something?” “I don't wanna talk about him,” I huffed, just as Vickie was approaching us, “I’m slightly better now and I don't want anything to ruin my mood until today is over.” “You called, ma'am.” Vickie bowed the moment she reached us. Without any delay, I explained to Vickie everything that happened but I didn't mention anything about Claire.

"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

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

A Hot wife uses her charms to close the deal. NB: If you've read the previous episodes on Eva, you will know that my wife Eva and I began exploring her showing herself off in various manners which led to her beginning to fuck other men while I watched and joined in. I had always been present to enjoy her sexual adventures until recently. We talked about the possibility of her having sex with another man then coming home to tell me all about it. It was just talk and fodder for our fantasies. Neither one of us ever thought it would happen. We are both in our mid-30's with a couple of kids and those opportunities don't happen to people like us or so we thought.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

My eyes land on one of the slim girls who was making snide remarks about me earlier, and I kinda feel great, knowing that I just fucked her husband. She glares at me with scorn and humiliation in her eyes. She knows she can't take me. I will claw her eyes out if she tries anything. “He is all yours," I declare as I walk past her. Victor loves chocolate, I think to myself when I realize his wife is black. “Victor, I can't believe you just cheated on me with a fat loser," she cries. Fat loser? I turn around. “Listen, sweetheart," she stares at me when she realizes that I'm still here. “I may be fat, but I ain't no loser. In fact, I just won twice after your husband ate and fucked my pussy," I

He still couldn't be sure if Finn was his son, so he turned to me and snapped impatiently, "Is he my son or not?" I glared at him icily without saying a single word. Lucy deliberately added fuel to the fire, turning to Michael and asking, "Have you even touched her in the past three years?" "No," he answered without hesitation, sounding absolutely certain. A second later, realization hit him like a bucket of ice water. His expression turned ugly as he grabbed me by the collar. He looked deeply wounded as he demanded, "Did you actually cheat on me? Who with? I'm asking you who the father of this bastard is!"

"That best friend of yours has come clean with me. She's simply someone who works in a club, and you paid her to do those things. What were you actually trying to achieve?" Bella questioned back, "So what? Didn't you enjoy yourself regardless?" That employer of hers had gotten dressed as well. He laughed heartily and urged, "Listen to me, my man. Everyone's got a few side pieces these days, so don't be so sensitive about it. You also slept with someone else while your wife was by your side, so what are you nitpicking about?" A sudden wave of regret washed over me. He was right. I had done those things while Bella was by my side. Not only that, I had enjoyed and delighted in every moment of i