Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

Even though his old and have a wife but still continue to have an affairs, clearly a cheating bastard who abuses his power and money. I hate that kind of guy.

"You were not only cheating on your wife, but you were using her money to fund your mistress' lifestyle. Aside from that, you fathered a child and wanted another man to take responsibility?" "What did I do to you? Why are you doing this to me?" William yelled at Adrian. "What did you do to me?" Adrian echoed. "Nothing. You just happened to be having an affair with the woman who had hurt my wife. You are a classic example of being with the wrong person at the wrong time."

her mother asked, noticing the look on her face. It made Viviane’s heart clench because she knew this was going to break her. She knew it, and still, she couldn’t stop herself. “What’s wrong?” Viviane laughed, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Mom. Your perfect husband here, the man you’ve been married to for what, thirty years now? He’s a fucking cheater.” Her mother’s face went pale, the blood draining from her cheeks so fast Viviane thought she might faint. She looked at her husband, then back at Viviane, blinking like she couldn’t process what she’d just heard. “What... what are you saying?”

A dancer waved at us from across the room—tall, with red hair and long legs, wearing nothing but glitter and heels. Mateo smirked and nudged my side with his elbow. “You are really not gonna wave back? He is a married man now,” he said in a mock whisper, grinning like a bastard. I didn’t look. “That’s right.” He barked a laugh. “Come on, don’t be like that. It’s not even a real wedding. You can cheat if you want. Honestly, I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” I gave him a look sharp enough to cut glass.

He just kept cumming, over and over again. They were humping into each other, sighing, groaning and moaning in pleasure as they held each other close. And Jamar kept on driving his hips up, filling the hot-bodied slut with his full length. This wasn't just fucking...this was something far worse than just cheating on his wife. This was him mating with his new woman! This was him breeding his neighbour's daughter! The one who babysat his kids! On the day she turned legal!

back when he was younger and apparently even dumber, cheated on my mom with a twenty-year-old whore who used to shake her ass at some seedy club in Paris. He paused, almost like he was thinking about whether to say more, then scoffed to himself and kept going. "She got herself pregnant. Kept it a secret like she didn't know what comes after sex. Raised the kid somewhere in the gutter, and then —" he let out a bitter chuckle, "— just last year, she shows up again, all cleaned up and pretending to be some high-class lady. Walks into our fucking lives with her son like she's the rightful wife and he's the golden child we’ve all been waiting for."

"Meryl, are you getting so old that your brain isn't working anymore? Celia signed everything in black and white in front of the staff inside. You wanted no debt, no assets, and a clean break from me. "And now, you want a share of my money? Go dream about it in hell." Celia sat on the ground heavily, her face completely devoid of color. She stared at the check showing 120 million dollars in my hands, and then at the vicious Jonah still standing nearby waiting to collect his debt. In just ten minutes, she went from heaven to hell. If she hadn't cheated on me and forced me to get a divorce, she would've been the wife of a millionaire now. Now, she had left the marriage with nothing while carry

She even set up shell companies, trying to rebrand the monthly two-thousand-dollar transfers as investments. But I was fully prepared. Bank statements couldn't be forged, and title deeds wouldn't lie. She had indeed secretly transferred a large amount of marital assets without my knowledge. Lilith refused the divorce. She wanted to prove that mutual affection still existed. But when the judge asked why I had two severed fingers, she stammered and couldn't explain. The verdict came swiftly. The court found Lilith guilty of infidelity and the illicit transfer of marital assets. Even Lilith's adamant claim that her personal salary should be hers to spend at will was rejected by the court.