Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

The messages were right there. Dozens of them. To a woman named “Lila.” Young, from the pictures, barely twenty-five, with a tight body, perky tits, and no stretch marks. Pictures of her in lingerie. Pictures of Marco’s cock. Videos of them fucking in hotel rooms. Promises that he was going to “finally leave the cow” soon. I felt like I was going to be sick. He was actively cheating on me — the wife who had given him five beautiful children and sacrificed her body for their family.

“I love being your secret slut. Fuck me deeper and fill me with your cum again.” He suddenly lifted me up, stood up with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over the back of the couch. He fucked me standing up, pounding me from behind with brutal force. My tits hung over the couch as he destroyed my pussy. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while choking me. “I’m close,” he grunted. “I’m going to fill this cheating cunt . Beg for my load.” “Please cum inside me,” I sobbed. “Pump your hot cum deep into your wife’s sister.Make me leak your seed when I see Lauren later.”

“Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.” I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my pussy still remembers how you fucked me raw.” Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such a honest little whore.” He shoves back in, fucking my throat harder now. My nose presses against his pelvis on every thrust. I’m gagging, drooling, mascara running, completely ruined.

“Please Bella, understand. I know I did you dirty, but please don’t drag this out with me. I need some time.” “Then what about me?” Isabella asked with a hopeless look in her eyes “My husband of five years just told me that I should accommodate his affairs and act like nothing has changed. Tell me, who will stand by my side and comfort me?” Isabella felt like the most pathetic woman on earth. It was one thing for her husband to cheat on her, but not being sober about it was a whole new level of disrespect to their union. “Gerald, I will not accept this explanation. It’s either me or your mistress. So, who do you choose?”

Richard tried to reach for my hands as he said his, but I swatted them away in an instant. “What are you even saying to me?” I growled still bewildered at his words. “You want my ex to marry my sister… the same person he cheated on me with, in my own house?” “No, that's not what I'm saying, Audrey,” Richard replied, his voice soft and gentle. “Then what are you saying?” I snarled as I lowered my voice. “This man punched you in the face because of me. Isn't it obvious that he's up to no good?”

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy. Lucas actually believed in such a weak fabrication. Since then, I knew that our daughter, Gracie Anderson, and I were no longer important to him. It was late at night. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered seductively, “Lucas, you’re so good to me.” Lucas hugged her back and said softly, “I owe you this much.” He allowed her hands to slowly slide beneath his clothes. Rather than recoil, he reciprocated her actions I turned to look the other way.

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"