Wife Cheating Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

She said almost shouting. I was shocked by the tone of her voice. I glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" I said seriously. "Your wife is gone! She left you! Why do you think I’m here instead of her?! Because she already left you! She left with Alex! They cheated on us! They left us!” She said while she is crying so loud. I shake my head. That’s impossible! My wife will never do that! “What are you saying?” I said still in disbelief.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

He slaps it on his face. "His wife, Mrs. Madeline Davis, reported against him for domestic violence with all proofs. He is sentenced to 3 years in jail and a penalty. If he wants, he can ask for a lawyer in the locker. Right now, we have to take him." The hands that were shaking to hold her, brush her hair, feel her soft skin and lovingly feed her favorite food, were now bound by cuffs. There was no remorse or concern in her merciless eyes towards the numb body of her husband staring at her with tearing eyes.

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.

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

A husband gives in to his wife's wildest fantasy and lets her be taken by another man. What starts as dirty talk turns into a real game of lust, and surrender. Now he craves the ache, the jealousy, and the thrill of knowing she’s coming home full of another man's cúm. ••••••••••••••••• My wife had the sexiést pússy I had ever fúcked.

He was cheating on her. I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. My body went numb, my mind racing, trying to process what I had just heard. Felix had sex with Seraphine. My brother. With that woman. The same woman who had been sleeping with my husband for months. The same woman who was trying to systematically destroy every relationship in my life. No wonder Felix had acted like such a fool yesterday. No wonder he had come to my workplace and slapped me. Seraphine had already sunk her claws into him.

Why did I think everything changed after his confession of love—another lie? He cheated on me with my sister. I felt no anger towards her, no surprise, no emotion whatsoever. I had stopped having any emotions towards her years ago. I wasn’t even surprised she chose to sleep with my husband. Nothing she does surprises me. I saw Ryan’s figure emerging from the house through my rearview mirror. No. Not again. I don’t want to hear his lies again. I’m done. I reversed out of the driveway, his shouts of my name echoing in my wake.

He was tired of cheating on her, and she was the reason he sneaked into my chambers to squeeze my buttocks and demand sex. “OK, how about I buy you a bouquet of flowers and host you at a picnic? “Oh now you are talking,” she replied and pushed him on the chest when he pressed on her. “I thought we could pollute the night with hot sex.” He stroked her arm and got frowned at when he extended it to her bust. “I am not interested, Frank. Maybe you will have to give me more time to believe in sex……? “How long am I going to stay sex-starved? You are my wife. It has been five years since we got married and we have had sex only few countable times…”