Cheating sex stories, are those where someone in the relationship is being unfaithful to their partner.
They may feature cheating husbands or boyfriends, cheating girlfriends or housewives. Stories specifically featuring cheating wives can be found / published in the popular Wife Lovers category.
Stories in this genre often contain elements of heightened excitement, the characters’ knowledge they are doing wrong, and the associated dangers which come with it. They may or may not get caught cheating, and that’s the risk they are willing to take. Typical scenarios would be where a person has been caught cheating in the middle of the act, is cyber cheating, or discovered text messaging their illicit lover.
How long had he been following me for? Was it due to my outfit, was anything too revealing about it? Maybe I was being paranoid, and he was walking towards the bus station like I was. Sure, I had my moments when I thought the world revolved around me, but...
(Rochelle) By the time I returned to the living room carrying my red pumps with four-inch heels, Chloe was having another small orgasm. She moaned, “UMMMMM! That’s a good pet, Germ! Ooooh! So good! Let’s see how well Roach does it.” I held the shoes out a...
A story from my pre-married life. My relationship with Andy during my twenties was bumpy and lasted about two years. We were both unfaithful at times and had more than one break-up and make-up. One totally inappropriate lover I had was an ex-colleague cal...
I woke up the following day and couldn't stop thinking about Dawn and the lust-filled encounter we had the night before. Dawn turned out to be hotter and sexier than my wildest fantasy. She had an amazing tanned body. She was only five foot two or three i...
I work from home as a consultant on personnel issues for companies that need outside assistance. Luckily I’ve crafted my business model on providing thirty-nine-year-old advice and I work on keeping my travel to a minimum. My next-door neighbor, Will, is...
(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-...
(Gerald) My wife Rochelle shut off the 6:15 alarm and started getting dressed. She reminded me, “I’m taking Jonathan to a soccer game after school. We should be home around six.” I sleepily mumbled, “Okay. Have a nice day.” “You too, Gerald. See you tonig...
Dawn was the wife of a guy who worked for the same company as me. I didn't know him well because he had just transferred late last fall. The first time I saw Dawn was at our company Christmas party. She was a stunning, buxom little brunette who caught my...
Looking up at her boyfriend's friend, his dick buried deep within her, her big tits pressed hard against his black-skinned chest, Kelly smiled wickedly. "Fuck me, mister black man. Make your friend's girl yours," she teased lustfully, and her eyes glinted...
"Yes. Oh, fuck, yes. I'll do anything. Oh, fuck. Mm, fuck. Just keep fucking me," Kelly screamed, as Davey released her tits reluctantly and grabbed her slim waist, slamming into her harder than ever. Just then, with both orgasms growing, Kelly lifted her...
"I think I'm the only girl here, and I don't think you would like to kiss each other," Kelly replied, as she took a sip of wine from her glass. Johnnie had one of his hands around her waist and the other on her stomach lightly. "I think just having a laug...
Sean and I had been sexting for months, sending naughty pictures back and forth. He has such a great body, tall, toned, dark hair and beard. Every time I looked at him, I just wanted to jump him. He made me feel so alive, like my inner goddess had been aw...
The warm summer's breeze drifted lazily through the dusk-soaked streets of the sprawling metropolis of Shorehaven. The drifting air cooled a comfortably warm night as it passed through the twilight streets just lit with the soft orange glow of the on-comi...
When Chloe moved in Monday afternoon, my son Jonathan was at a friend’s house down the street and Gerald was at the museum. Instead of using a moving van, a friend dropped her off in our driveway. She was only carrying a backpack and one suitcase. I felt...
Hi. Where do I start? At the beginning I suppose. Initially, I led what would be called a normal life: typical fumblings in my teenage years, had sex with my first real boyfriend, married him, and settled down as a normal housewife with what most people w...
My first name is Rochelle, but my students call me ‘Madame Anderson’. I only teach French three days a week and occasionally substitute for the English department. My family is quite well off, and we don’t need to work, but I enjoy helping young minds dev...
