I cheated on my husband at my bachelorette party just a few days before the wedding. Technically I didn't do anything wild during the party, but I discreetly followed the male stripper a few minutes after he left the room and had him fuck me crazy in a small storage room in the back of the banquet hall. I probably wouldn't have been so horny if my friend hadn't paid the stripper to get fully naked with his impressive cock bouncing in my face for several minutes, making my pussy wet and driving me crazy.

Then as if cheating once wasn't enough, I got a kind of rush from having cheated and gotten away with it that I wanted to do it again as soon as possible. After the party was over and everyone had left and it was just me suppose to go home for the day, I went to a bar a couple towns over and flirted and teased my way into another man's pants. After barely an hour at the bar, I was sucking this random man's dick in his truck until he shot his cum into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Then I continued loving on his cock to keep it from going soft and when he was ready again I climbed onto his lap and rode him furiously for the next ten minutes until he shot a second load into my pussy.

I felt amazing now. I had never felt so sexually pleased as I did after cheating that time. This was when I started wondering if I was secretly a slut and it was just now coming out of me after years of trying to be a good girl. I decided that I loved being a slut.

So a few days later at the wedding, I took an opportunity to cheat with a guy who had been trying to have sex with me since we had met at work. He was there early to help set up a few last minute things before the wedding and I was left alone to get finish getting ready after I had been helped into my dress. I called him to come see me and a few moments later he knocked on the door. I let him in and locked the door. He told me I looked beautiful and I asked if I looked beautiful enough to fuck. He stuttered for a second before managing to say yes and I pushed up to him, rubbing my hand on his crotch. He protested not because he didn't want to fuck me but because he was afraid of getting caught. I told him the door was locked and we would just have to be quiet. For twenty minutes we fucked as hard and fast as we could and bit our lips the entire time to keep from being loud. I loved every second as his cock thrusted again and again into my pussy as I held my dress up for him and bent over the chair. He said he was about to cum and I ordered him to cum deep into my pussy. He very gladly proceeded to dump an enormous amount of semen into my orgasming pussy.

A short while later I was saying "I do" with a tampon being used to keep cum from running down my legs. After three years of marriage my husband still has no clue that I fuck other men almost daily. I am a total slut and I have even began to explore the inner city areas where I like to dress just slutty enough to garuntee that men of all colors will look at me. So far I have had sex with at least two new men every week of my marriage and recently I have been attracting a certain group of black men that hang around one of the locations that I visit in the city.