Kisah Selingkuh Dewasa Novels & Stories

To let him think I was his wife while he fucked me, and sure this was wrong, I and my shrimp boyfriend made up so I was not only wronging my sister but my boyfriend too. Well, I didn't give one fuck as long as I was getting pounded good again. And it's not the dick that was good that made me want a do-over; no, it was the fact that I was tricking my sister's husband and doing this behind her back; it just… It was dirty and kind of made me so damn horny.

"James is a fucking retard. He's downstairs with a little bitch who probably sucked off everyone in the entire law firm for a raise. He doesn't deserve a woman with such beautiful tits and an ass like this." Killian didn't waste time with romance. He reached down, bunched up the skirt of my GNOIR dress, and shoved it up to my waist. He saw the black lace thong. It was completely transparent now, soaked through with my juices. "Fuck, Sin," Killian barked, his eyes darkening to almost black. "She's already dripping. I know you touched her. I told you not to touch the prize until I was here." "I couldn't help it, brother," Sin said, reaching around to cup my breast. "I had to taste her. She was

Yes, I was convinced the universe was out to get me. The alpha snaked his hand around the omega’s waist. I stiffened. This was not happening. All my reports said he was single. Sure, he had a few flings here and there but nothing for the past nineteen months. And here he was as soon as he signed the fucking contract, sleeping with this…this… Did he want to be fucked that badly? Was that it? I turned him down and he went on to the next thing. How dare he when he belonged to m---

Her hand cups my cheek, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day,” she murmurs. “How it would feel on me.” Heat floods me. I lean in, but she holds me back gently. “Patience, darling.” She leads me deeper into the gallery, past a massive abstract painting. Swirls of crimson and gold that look like passion captured on canvas. “This piece,” she says, stopping in front of it. “It’s about forbidden love. The artist poured her affair with a married woman into every stroke.”

“Ask the question. I know you want to ask it. The infamous three-letter word. Why. Keep on digging, Rosie.” “OK, cool. So, why did you pack up and move away? Why were you disowned?” His eyes bored deep into mine. “Because of the pictures you saw in the wardrobe drawer. Alcohol addiction isn’t the only one I have. I’m addicted to sex, too.” I reeled at that, struggling to comprehend it. My mind was whirring, and he nodded as he saw. “The girl in the photos is one of my daughter’s friends. Her name is Maisie. She was the first girl I fucked outside of my marriage. She was nineteen years old.”

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

“You can't tell mum and dad Jameson. Please." “And why shouldn't i?” He narrowed his eyes at me. Unlike Nelson, Jameson was much better at hiding his desires. “You're a fucking pornstar, Kat. You always act like a saint but behind the mask, you're out there whoring your holes on camera and now you want me to keep your dirty little secret?" I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers down his chest, then I cupped the hard bulge in his pants. “If you keep this secret,” I whispered hotly against his ear, pressing my body against him. “this pussy can belong to you too. Both of you. Whenever you want it… however you want it.”

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li

But her little ploys wouldn’t work. He’d spoken the truth yesterday; he wasn’t some male slut chasing after one thing. Yes, he dated, but that was it. He hadn’t taken a woman to his bed in over a year. Not that there weren’t plenty that were eager to trip and fall on his dick. Surrounded by models and fashion icons on a daily basis, he got his share of offers. But at thirty-eight, he was far too old to be bed hopping from one meaningless, faceless partner to the next. Never mind, that had never been his thing even when he was younger.

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”