BACHELORETTE SEX
Three Months Later
Sophie’s POV
I was losing my mind.
Three months of marriage. Three months of missionary that lasted four minutes tops, followed by Derek rolling over with a satisfied grunt like he’d just rocked my world. Three months of lying there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing but sticky disappointment between my thighs while my husband snored beside me.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hands shook as I locked myself in the bathroom after another pathetic attempt at intimacy. Derek was already asleep, blissfully unaware that his wife was about to do the one thing she swore she wouldn’t.
I opened the messages.
The group chat Dante had created that second night still sat at the top of my screen, the last message from them a simple “Whenever you’re ready, bride.”
My thumbs hovered. My pussy was already throbbing, slick and aching just from the thought of them.
Fuck it.
Me: I can’t stop thinking about you. All of you. I need it again. Please.
The response was almost instant.
Dante: Good girl. We’ve been waiting for you to break.
Gabriel: Hotel. Tomorrow night. 8pm. Bring nothing but that married pussy.
Marcus: Wear the wedding ring. We want to see it while we fuck you.
James: And don’t you dare cum until we say so, slut.
I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My clit pulsed so hard it hurt. I slipped two fingers inside myself right there on the toilet, biting my other hand to stay quiet as I rubbed frantically, imagining their hands, their cocks, their filthy words.
I came in under a minute... a sad, quiet little orgasm that left me even hungrier.
This was wrong. I was married now. I had a ring on my finger and a shared mortgage and family dinners every Sunday.
But none of that mattered when I remembered how they made me feel.
The next night I lied to Derek about a late work meeting. I showered, shaved everything, and slipped on a tight black dress with nothing underneath. My wedding ring glinted on my finger as I drove to the hotel, heart hammering, pussy dripping down my thighs.
Room 1423.
I knocked with trembling hands.
The door opened.
Dante stood there, shirtless, that familiar wicked smirk on his face. Behind him, I could see the others — Gabriel with his silver-streaked hair and dangerous eyes, Marcus covered in ink, James already palming the bulge in his jeans.
“Look who finally came back,” Dante murmured, pulling me inside by the wrist. The door clicked shut behind me like a prison sentence I was begging for.
Gabriel’s eyes dropped straight to my left hand. “Still wearing the ring. Good.”
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“You know what this means, don’t you, Sophie?” His voice was low, rough. “You’re not just our little fuck toy anymore. You’re a married woman coming to us because her husband can’t satisfy her. You’re going to take every cock like the cheating slut you are.”
My knees nearly buckled.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
Marcus chuckled darkly behind me, already sliding his hands up my dress.
“Strip,” he ordered. “Let’s see how wet another man’s wife gets for us.”
I pulled the dress over my head in one shaky motion, standing completely naked except for my wedding ring.
Four pairs of hungry eyes devoured me.
Dante stepped closer, his pierced cock already hard against his pants.
“On your knees, bride. We’re going to remind you exactly who this married pussy belongs to now.”
Before we dive into that…
I should probably tell you what happened on my wedding day.
How I almost didn’t walk down the aisle. How Derek found the hickies I couldn’t completely cover. How he still said “I do” with fury in his eyes, gripping my hand a little too tight, like he knew I’d been ruined and wanted to possess me anyway. How he fucked me on our wedding night like he was trying to erase them from my body… and how miserably he failed....
