Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

He kept sniffing on my hair slowly until his tongue searched its way to my mouth, and he locked it deeply inside with mine. “Ah, fuck!” He exclaimed. “I missed a lot, to be honest.” He added, reconnecting back immediately. I stood there like a barbie doll, he had managed to scrutinized me from doing anything. My mind raced back to the very day, I caught him cheating on me with his lost but found ex-girlfriend. I tightened my lips immediately and pushed him away. “You've missed a lot because I'm no longer your wife, or it's sort anymore, please leave my house." I thundered, ordering him to leave my house immediately.

It all went back to his childhood, when his father dumped his mother for another woman, and somehow that experience warped him in the worst possible way. In his sick mind, it didn't even matter if he got to fuck her; he already had what he wanted. Taking her now would just be a bonus. So, he would let her get her crying out of the way, and then convince her that since her husband already thinks she had sex with him, they might as well do it and enjoy it. He knew it was going to be a hard sell, but this was his gift. At least he convinced himself of this, and his past experience with cheating wives made him confident in his skills.

Mico stuttered. "My wife is cheating on me and she's fucking pregnant!" I said angrily while looking at my whiskey. Arnold gasped and Mark, Joseph, Reland and Jackson gasped. "That's fucking!" Mark Jackson coughed. "H-Hold on, did we hear right?" Jackson asked clarifying. I drained the rest of the wine in my glass before looking at them with their attention focused on me. "Yes, my wife is cheating on me and pregnant guess who is the fucking father?" I asked with emphasis.

Her hips wiggled from side to side. The train turned and we swayed. She whimpered as I thrust my cock in and out of her snatch. I grinned at the married woman with her husband and daughter. Her cheeks were crimson as she watched me fucking another hot wife. I pounded that cheating slut's cunt. Did her husband know she rode the Free-Use Car? Was he working late on a Friday? Maybe she was heading up to Seattle to meet him at his work and have a date night. Would he know that she had a pussy full of cum?

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

“I went down on her. She had the tastiest snatch, next to Carol. I ate her cunt for a while. She was really turned on; she came in buckets on my face. I pulled her skirt off so she was naked, stood and slid my prick back into her sopping cunt.” He sure was rubbing it in, talking about fucking my wife in the bed I had shared with her. The cheating cunt. Zack continued. “I fucked her for a while, but I couldn’t hold out and came inside her. We were doing it bareback. I didn’t ask if she was on the pill or anything. She was just so hot; I wasn’t thinking about anything other than how good it felt inside her cunt.” My wife’s cunt. He was talking about my wife’s cunt and fucking her bareback when

Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. “Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!” I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock. “His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room. For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.