Mature Cheating Novels & Stories

I started taking deep breaths to calm my self down but nothing helped, loosing my patience I got up and headed to chris room , when chris and I grew close I was skeptical about about having sex with him since I did have a mate but then I felt it, about two years ago I felt the undying pain that one feels when their mate is cheating on them, with that I had reached my breaking point and got drunk one night with chris as my partner in crime, that night things got out of hand and I woke up the next morning and found myself lying naked in bed next to him in the same state. So after coming to terms with that we made an agreement that our relationship wouldn't be one of romance, were just partners

Matt probed. Erica nodded with a smile, "we did... some. Well, you know I'm now a cheater. Just like him." Erica palmed Matt's hand and brought it to her cheek. "Except he definitely slept with a lot more women and many more times than I did." She pushed her cheek into his hand, closing her eyes for a mom.

“You're one great guy, Vince. You don't go to nightclubs but one night you decide to go, you're determined not to cheat on your mate. I hope Vanessa knows how lucky she is to have you.” Leonardo was done with his eulogy and was now sucking hard on the girl’s tits while the others waited their turn. Teasing him while they waited. A sting clawed at my heart at his words. I gulped another shot, groaning as the booze hit right on the sore part of my heart. Yeah, I'm one great guy, who's been emotionally cheating on my mate for years. And not too long ago, I added physical cheating to the list. I'm a great guy who's obsessed with a 22 years old who disrespects the fuck out of me.

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.

And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love." Meanwhile, the guy I once cherished in secret had long since changed, eaten away by years and distance. He forgot his childish promises, filled his heart and eyes with someone else. I still don't understand why such cruel, dramatic twists of fate chose me. No matter how I tried to force myself calm, pain seeped through my bones, spreading until it consumed me. I realized—it would take a very long time before I could truly let go. When I landed, I removed the SIM card from my phone. I didn't throw it away; I just tucked it into a hidden pocket inside my bag. Then I inserted a new card.

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

the woman explained. Initially, she hadn’t wanted a divorce, but she eventually realized she couldn’t live with him anymore. Just seeing him brought back memories of the homewrecker sucking him. It was unbearable. "A cheating man is like money that fell on poop – it's a waste if you don’t pick it back up, but if you do, it's disgusting. Ultimately, to avoid the disgust, you have to let it go," she said. Iris completely understood the woman's feelings. She knew what the woman wanted. "Let's work together to secure the best outcome for you," she said.

William growled at me. I retorted mockingly, "I'm nowhere near as pathetic as you. Despite knowing that Marissa and I are about to get married, you shamelessly stick to her anyway. You didn't even mind having sex with her in the bathroom of a clubhouse. I feel ashamed on your behalf. Aren't you afraid you might catch some kind of disease from doing it in a public space?" William flew into a rage and punched me. Before I could retaliate, he dumped the steaming bowl of soup all over himself and screamed in pain.