Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

Irina, my wife, the woman I thought was a saint, was cheating on me. "When was this?" I pointed to one of the photos. Specifically one where she was on all fours on a couch while the man fucked her from behind. "This morning, sir." The investigator seemed nervous. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I want everything." "It's the third property she's purchased, sir. Different lovers, and from what little I've investigated, it seems there have been many." The investigator shifted in his chair. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

He had always kept his cheating a secret, but now he has no reason why he should continuing keeping it a secret from his bitch ass wife. He f*cked his Mistress with no care in the world, not minding that his wife is behind him, watching him f*ck another lady. Anna knew she won't be able to take any more if the scene before her, she walked back downstairs with tears rolling down her eyelid. The more she tried to clean the tears, the more it rushed out.

Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us.

I had talked her ears off with praises of my husband from the moment we started the session. “Again, your weird morals,” I mused. “Judging from all you’ve done, I don’t think you’re the type of man to mind fúcking someone’s wife if she was willing.” He grimaced. “But I am. Matter of fact, I detest cheating.” “Me too.”

“Meanwhile, I’m up here ruining her tight little pussy on their marital bed.” He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. He slammed back inside her, fucking her in deep, powerful strokes while looking straight into her eyes. “Tell me how much you love cheating on your husband with his best friend,” he demanded, pounding harder. “I love it,” Sarah gasped, breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I love your cock more than his… I love being your dirty slut… Please cum inside me again while he’s downstairs!”

I just said and went back to where I was lying on the pillow. What if when we are married and have a child, I will be ugly in his eyes and he will find another woman who is sexier and more beautiful than me? What if he replaced me with someone younger? A wife said in the series I watched, men love 'fresh fish'. That is said to be the reason why their husbands cheat because they are getting tired. They seem to get bored quickly.

I came one final time, shaking and squirting, before collapsing in a puddle of mixed cum. The men dressed quickly, kissing me goodbye, thanking their lucky neighborhood whore. I stayed naked on the grass, gently fingering my destroyed holes, pushing all their cum deeper as it leaked out. My phone started blowing up. **Mark’s wife:** I’m coming over. Something is wrong. **Sarah (group chat):** Girls, I think our husbands are cheating. With the same person. **Husband:** Landing early. Home in 30 minutes. I smiled through the panic and pleasure, still slowly fingering my cum-drenched pussy. Six loads inside me. Body marked and used. And my husband about to walk through the door any minute.

“Don’t stop… I want more. Both of you. All the time.” I stared at the beautiful, wrecked woman leaking two loads from both holes, body still trembling from the brutal fucking. This had gone way past cheating. Way past watching. This was full-on p**n-level destruction of a married woman and I was completely hooked.

I dressed frantically, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper. This can't be happening. I love Derek more than anything. We've been trying for a baby for three years. The IVF finally worked and I'm seven months pregnant with our miracle babies. I would never cheat. Especially not with my stepbrother. The room door exploded open. I screamed, spinning around, one shoe on and one off. Camera flashes exploded like grenades behind me. Voices overlapped: "Mrs. Morrison, what do you have to say about the affair?" "Is the baby your brother's?"

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.