Real Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

~ Linda ~ I just found out my husband is fucking a Gen Z baddie and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m in bed beside him, scrolling through his phone with tears running down my face. He sleeps like nothing in the world is wrong while my whole body shakes with the betrayal pressed against my palm. “Your wife could never.” “Can’t stop thinking about your dick in my hole.” “When will she be gone?” One dirty message after another, her tongue-out selfies and videos glowing back at me. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

I could picture it—his thick cock stretching me open, pounding hard while I gripped the wood and moaned like a desperate slut. My face felt flushed, my body alive with need, balls tight and heavy. “You talk about a big game for a man I just met. What if I call your bluff?” He grinned, wicked and hungry, his hand squeezing my thigh harder, fingers digging in. But then he nodded toward the laptop. “Later. First, let me show you the rest of the files.” As he clicked through folders to pull up another section, my eyes caught something in the directory list. A locked file named “Real Story.”

They sat on the balcony, the ocean breeze cooling their skin as they talked for over an hour about life — jobs, relationships, dreams, and the thrill of forbidden desires. Sophia talked about her fitness clients and the secret affairs she’d had with married women. Mia shared stories from her yoga retreats, where boundaries blurred in the heat of the moment. Lila laughed about her bold conquests, her confidence making Leena blush. Ava listened, adding her own stories about the weekend with Leena, her voice low and teasing. The conversation flowed easily, the women bonding over shared secrets and desires. Lena felt included, the talk making her wet with anticipation. They talked about everythi

But the question; I needed to answer. “Two Munites, I guess.” I said, my voice low and husky. They laughed uncontrollably, including me. As far as i was concerned. The answer hit me hard. I was the wife of one of the most famous billionaires in Los Angeles. The CEO of Blackwood Industries. We've been in love since college and we planned to keep ourselves till marriage. On our wedding night, I realised he had a small cock. He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.