Wedding Night Cheating Stories

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Last Fling Ch. 01

by FredAstaire23 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Marcus had just started on the bottle of gin. He played a few games of minesweeper still trying to beat his roommate's unbeatable record. Andrew, his roommate, had played enough to actually memorize each board, so Marcus' attempts were destined to fail, especially once the effects of the gin kicked in. Giving up on the game, he logged into the school's netwo...

My Wedding Reception

by Big Swede on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

I was so excited the night I was to wed my fiancé I couldn't stand it. He was my high school sweetheart and it seemed like we were destined to be together since 9th grade. We had done quite a bit of heavy petting in high school and I would suck him off in his car almost once a week but I had always told myself I would save my virginity for my wedding night....

Celebrating National Nude Day Ch. 07

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

"Well, I must say, Mike, your entry is going to be a difficult one to beat. Unfortunately, as it states in the PMS official rule book, those who have entered the contest are ineligible to cast their vote for their story or for anyone else's story. Otherwise, I think that I'd be voting for your story rather than my own," said Stan with a chuckle. "Also, as wi...

But Hon It Was Only Sex

by Slirpuff on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I want to thank Hip and Knee Doc for making a complicated story flow smoother and making it a lot easier to read. I hope you enjoy it. * "But it was only sex. That's all," my wife of almost twenty- five years said for the umpteenth time to me. "I don't love him. I love only you," she said crying as I tried to ignore her while she followed me from room to r...

Dawn: A Cheating Slut Wife

by beermaker on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

Thank you for reading my story. Once again I would like to thank, JACUZZIGAL for her editing skills. ********* You could say I was fat, dumb and happy. I'm really not fat--it's just a figure of speech—but I was dumb because I thought I was in a solid marriage. I was wrong--she's a lying cheating slut. I'm John T. Miller my friends call me JT or BeerMan....

The Wedding Planner Ch. 06

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

As Jake's tongue slid into her pussy she lay there looking up at the ceiling and thinking of the last forty-eight hours. Saturday she had been wined and dined and then taken to a luxury condo on Steven's Lake and thoroughly fucked by Harvey (Dan's friend) and then on Sunday she had hung on Harvey's arm as he visited the Museum of Modern Art and then the Muse...

Simon and Kelly Ch. 02

by simonwindsor on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Here is my second story. I have been debating which story to tell, there are actually four stories, but I was not going to tell the fourth one because it is more personal and private. But for a variety of reasons, partly reading the other stories here, I have decided to tell it. So story three becomes number two, I will include the original two as a little a...

The Bachelor Party

by Kent100 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

I have to tell somebody this story. I got a really weird phone call the other day. After the conversation was over, I was absolutely livid. I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after receiving this call. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Niki and I'm engaged to marry Daniel Morgan, my high school sweetheart tomorrow afternoon. I just tur...

The Definition of Cheating

by Mason_Hess on Mar 2, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

————————Prologue———————— Shaun came home late... or rather early... and Ellie was waiting for him. He smiled as he leaned back against the door and she stood a few feet away, arms crossed and expression cool as she looked him over. "Well, so good of you to actually come home tonight." She said, every word sheathed in ice and he could feel his good mood an...

Becoming A Slut Husband: Jerry

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

I hit the post office on my way home from work and, as usual, my box was full of junk mail and bills. I leafed through them and dropped most of them in the trash can next to the table. Between the Visa statement and the Conoco bill was an enveloped addressed to me in the flowing handwriting I knew only too well. I'd been getting one a month for over a year....