Wife Seduced Stories Novels & Stories

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

Unfortunately for him, he could not as Natalia had insisted on him leaving because if the media got so much as a whiff of anything, they would leave Noah’s adultery out of it and call her a ‘whore with evil agendas’, as that was how most things worked in the world that they lived in. The news was not even making Noah’s issue so much of a big issue as they were making it for Wendy. Even before the police had seen murder plans and implicating material in Wendy’s position, most of the back slam went to Wendy and only a few recognised Noah to be just as wicked as she was. They called Wendy a husband stealer, which was true, but what about the husband that allowed himself to be taken away by a si

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

Alex detested the situation, but he had no control over Pearl. She was a natural seductress, capable of bringing any man to his knees. He pitied his father, unaware that the woman he believed to be his wife desired his own son. Alex swallowed hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape his mouth as Pearl continued to stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. Her soft hand moved up and down his length, perfectly wrapped around his thick arousal, as she performed a handjob on him.

“Should I call you Ruby or Rose?” Blood instantly drained out of my wife’s face. She forced a smile. “Hubby, what are you talking about? Don’t you remember my name? You’re so annoying…” I clicked on the recording pen. As she listened to Emma’s recording, she collapsed. “But Wyatt, I was the one who stayed with you after the wedding.” She started crying as she became hysterical. My wife came from a patriarchal family. When she and her sister were still at home, their family did not value them, let alone allow them to go to school.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

CHAPTER 1: MAKING HIS MISTRESS MY WHORE Let me tell you how I became the woman who fucked both my husband and his mistress in the same night. Spoiler: I made them both beg. And not the cute, whiny little begs. I’m talking gut-deep, snot-and-tears, soul-selling begs. The kind where they’d lick the sweat from my ass to get another taste of my pussy. This isn’t a story about a broken heart. It’s about a fucking awakening. His cheating was the invitation I needed to explore... well, my true fantasies. Not the vanilla bullshit he’d so often subjected our marriage to.

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

Jonathan sighs but answers me, "this whole avoiding the news is usully working for you, but babe, today...there's no avoiding it. The Starlight channel and every other news outlet has been reporting the entire morning that our King of the city was seen cuddling with a beautiful redhead outside a hotel. She was recognized as his former college love. Apparently, they were seen hugging, holding hands and looking entirely too intimate considering the woman was not the beloved Mrs. King. A fact that everyone is commenting on. Every newspaper is questioning whether or not she's his mistress or if you've quietly divorced already." I cannot breathe. Everthing hurts. "Breathe Josie! Deep breaths!" I