A Young Wife's Wild Night - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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I'm Vanessa Laurent - the woman who cheated on her husband right after saying "I do."
I never planned for this to happen. Before the wedding, I'd been faithful. But something shifted that night - our wedding night.
I still remember the humiliation of the traditional bedroom prank, trapped under a flimsy blanket with my new husband while our college friends hooted and hollered. They made us strip piece by piece, tossing our clothes out until we were down to our underwear.
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my husband's best friend ripped the blanket away.
"Ah!"
I curled into a ball, hands flying to cover my face. My husband shielded me instantly, but not before they'd all seen everything.
Here's the twisted part - instead of shame, remembering their hungry stares sent electric currents through me. That moment broke something inside me.
After that, I became someone else. I dressed to provoke - short skirts, plunging necklines, loving how strangers devoured me with their eyes. I started taking random men to bed, letting them use me like some cheap thrill.
It all came to a head when my best friend Tiffany Valentine invited personal trainers to her birthday party.
That night, Tiffany met me first, gushing about their sculpted bodies as we walked into the karaoke bar. Men's eyes crawled over us like ants on honey.
"Check out short skirt - her ass is basically on display."
"The one in the bandeau top is worse - is she even wearing underwear?"
I glanced at Tiffany. We'd been friends since college, when every guy fantasized about her. With her innocent face and killer body, she drove them wild with speculation.
But those who knew Tiffany understood - she was a total maneater who only went for jacked guys. Senior year, she dated a basketball player and practically lived in the boys' dorm for six months. She'd whisper scandalous stories about those muscular athletes, leaving me equal parts shocked and fascinated.
By her account, she'd slept with the entire team. Back then I'd blush and tease her about how even her lips looked plumper. Now? Just imagining it made me wet.
When we entered the private room, the men's eyes lit up like predators spotting fresh meat.
That's when I saw him - the towering god in the corner.
I never planned for this to happen. Before the wedding, I'd been faithful. But something shifted that night - our wedding night.
I still remember the humiliation of the traditional bedroom prank, trapped under a flimsy blanket with my new husband while our college friends hooted and hollered. They made us strip piece by piece, tossing our clothes out until we were down to our underwear.
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my husband's best friend ripped the blanket away.
"Ah!"
I curled into a ball, hands flying to cover my face. My husband shielded me instantly, but not before they'd all seen everything.
Here's the twisted part - instead of shame, remembering their hungry stares sent electric currents through me. That moment broke something inside me.
After that, I became someone else. I dressed to provoke - short skirts, plunging necklines, loving how strangers devoured me with their eyes. I started taking random men to bed, letting them use me like some cheap thrill.
It all came to a head when my best friend Tiffany Valentine invited personal trainers to her birthday party.
That night, Tiffany met me first, gushing about their sculpted bodies as we walked into the karaoke bar. Men's eyes crawled over us like ants on honey.
"Check out short skirt - her ass is basically on display."
"The one in the bandeau top is worse - is she even wearing underwear?"
I glanced at Tiffany. We'd been friends since college, when every guy fantasized about her. With her innocent face and killer body, she drove them wild with speculation.
But those who knew Tiffany understood - she was a total maneater who only went for jacked guys. Senior year, she dated a basketball player and practically lived in the boys' dorm for six months. She'd whisper scandalous stories about those muscular athletes, leaving me equal parts shocked and fascinated.
By her account, she'd slept with the entire team. Back then I'd blush and tease her about how even her lips looked plumper. Now? Just imagining it made me wet.
When we entered the private room, the men's eyes lit up like predators spotting fresh meat.
That's when I saw him - the towering god in the corner.
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