Chapter 1

“Come on, I dare you.” 

I knew I was turning beet red but couldn’t help it. This was not the Truth or Dare I expected at my bachelorette party, especially from my best friend. 

Abigail wouldn’t stop. “What’s the point of getting drunk and coming to a place like this if you’re going to poop all over the damn party?” She was laughing but there was an edge in her tone. She could be like a dog with a bone when she had a few drinks.

Cynthia chimed in. “She’s right, Olivia. Why are we even here if you won’t play along?” 

I looked at the rest of the girls for any sign of support that this was the nuttiest idea in the world. I only saw my friends laughing at me—not with me—not with me at all. I decided if I could just get one, I could say no to this insanity. Nancy seemed a tiny bit hesitant.

“Nan, tell them this is crazy. Tell me I’m not crazy for not wanting to do this.”

Nancy hesitated until Abbie lit into her. “Oh, no you don’t. Come on, Nancy, don’t give her an out.” Nancy smiled at me with just a hint of sympathy and then caved. She just shrugged. 

“Scarf. Scarf. Scarf.” They all joined in. Abbie held up the three scarves the attendant handed us in the scarf room. “Come on, Livvie. An extra grand for the honeymoon, that Ethan doesn’t even have to know about.” She waved the deep red scarf at me. 

“You’re damn right Ethan isn’t going to know about this,” I said. “Any of it.” I grabbed the scarf to the cheers of the entire table. Five of my best friends in the world, cheering me on to sell myself for an hour, two nights before my wedding, to a complete stranger. Some friends. 

But what the hell was that twinge I felt in my pussy, anyway?

*   *   *

It happened so fast. I had barely tied that damn scarf around my neck when three men approached the table. I’m sure they knew exactly what was going on - we made enough noise to get thrown out. No such luck. The guys were all over us, oozing fake charm, buying us another round, sitting in the chairs my friends offered them, right next to mine. The drinks showed up way too fast. The guys introduced themselves, but I had no idea what their names were. I was lost in my own thoughts and insecurities. 

What I did notice, immediately, was that the guys were all black. They were great looking, polite but full of shit just the same, dressed in expensive suits, and did I say they were great looking? And black? I thought I might have a nervous breakdown. How was this happening?

“So, Olivia, what do you say?” Abbie asked me with the biggest fucking smirk on her face. “You want to pick someone so we can get the party started, or do you want to do all three of them?” 

Another round of cheers from my friends seemed like an assault on my mind. How was it even possible that I found myself in this position? Two hours ago, I had no idea the Penthouse Hotel even existed, and now I was on the verge of becoming a fallen woman, or whatever you call whores these days. 

I looked at the three men sitting around me. The one to my right looked like a younger version of Denzel. He smiled at me and my pussy twinged even more than the first time when I put on the scarf. I asked him his name again. 

“Marcus, my name is Marcus. You want to get out of here, just you and me?” He looked like the least threatening of the three, not that I felt threatened. I just thought it was an amazing coincidence that I’d just mentioned a few days ago to Abbie that I’d never been with a black guy, and here I was getting married in less than a week. She gave me shit about it for days. And now, here at the hotel where men pay to sleep with women, were three black guys. Who’d have thunk?

While I was lost in my memories of my conversation with Abbie, Marcus maneuvered me out of my chair and started walking me toward the elevators. He slipped his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to really have a good time together. 

“I’m getting married on Saturday,” I said for no apparent reason. 

“I know that. Hell, the whole bar knows that. You girls were getting a little out of control.” We arrived at the elevators and waited for the next arrival to clear the doors. I panicked a little when I realized we were the only two people getting on to go down. 

As the doors closed, I tried to pull away from Marcus, but he gripped me firmly around my waist. 

“Relax, Olivia. We’re going to have soe fun, you and me.” He turned me toward him and he kissed me. I’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss a black man. He quickly pulled me to him and I felt his bulge pressed up against my belly. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was so hard, and not just down there but all over. He pressed himself against me and pushed his tongue into my mouth without hesitation. I was completely overwhelmed. I tried to lean back but he pinned me against the wall of the elevator and pressed into me even more. 

The bell rang and the doors opened. He looked at the column of buttons and we exited. Before the elevator doors closed he kissed me again, this time with one hand on the back of my head and the other on my breast. His touch was rough, even through my blouse and bra. I fell back against the closed elevator doors but I didn’t resist. I met his probing tongue with my own. He felt so masculine. He smelled so good. 

“Where’s your room?” I asked as I emerged from his embrace for air and to steady myself. 

“This way.” He led me down the hall with his hand up my skirt. He slipped his hand under my panties and fingered my pussy as we arrived at the room. I didn’t make any attempt to fend him off. With his other hand, he pulled the keycard from his pocket and stuck it in the slot. The click of the door shocked me back to the realization that I was about to fuck this black man for money. He must have sensed my moment of doubt as he reached for my head again and kissed me deeply. I let him.

Marcus pushed me through the door while still kissing me. He kept his lips on mine as he stripped out of his suit and I pulled at my clothes. We stumbled toward one of the two king-sized beds and finally let go of each other to remove the last of our garments. His naked body fell onto mine as we collapsed on top of the bedspread. The thought of foreplay never occurred to me as I grabbed his rigid cock and aimed it at my wet cunt. He plowed into me and I grunted with an all-consuming pleasure. He was hard and big. He pushed his hips into mine and the tip of his cock pressed against my cervix. My body was on fire for him. 

And then the thought I’d tried to avoid all evening surfaced without regard for my panic. 

There’s no way I could get married now.

Chapter 2

“I really don’t have time for a bachelor party,” I said to Abigail, my maid of honor and closest friend since childhood. “Look at this list of things I still have to get done.” I waved a legal pad at her - less than half the items had been crossed off with less than a week until the big event.

“Nonsense,” Abbie said. “This is your last chance to let your freak fly free, and I know you, Livvie. You’ll regret it forever if you pass up this one last shot at whatever’s been bugging you.” 

My dear friend knows me too well. I kept telling myself that all brides have second thoughts, but I couldn’t shake my doubts. I was sure I loved Ethan, my fiance, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and have babies with him and everything else. But there was this nagging voice in the back of my head, especially late at night, that just wouldn’t let me be. I made the huge mistake of mentioning my mental state to Abbie.

“Well, of course, you’re having a crisis, you’re too damn young and beautiful to get married, especially to that dumb fuck.” Abbie is Ethan’s sister. I knew she loved him, probably as much as she loved me, but she made no bones about the fact that we were too young, too safe, too conventional. If there’s anything Abbie hates, it’s being safe and conventional. 

“Tell you what. Give me one evening and the most outrageous thing you can think of doing in one evening to change your mind. If you still want to marry E after I’ve taken my best shot, I’ll never make a fuss about this stupid marriage again. But if you don’t have enough faith in your decision and yourself to let me test you, well then I’m going to ride your ass at every family gathering for the rest of our days. You understand?”

I nodded. Abbie was as relentless as fuck about damn near everything, so the thought of having her bad-mouthing our relationship for decades to come was even worse than suffering through an evening of whatever she cooked up.

How bad could one evening be?

*   *   *

Marcus fucked me like there was no tomorrow for what seemed like an eternity. I was on the verge of cumming at least half a dozen times, but each time he got me close he backed off, just enough to prolong and frustrate me. His stamina and self-restraint were amazing, but I wanted him to finish. Damned me to hell for being such a wuss, but I couldn’t help but think about my friends waiting for me up in the bar.

As he slowed down yet again, leaving me on the edge of an orgasm, I pushed him off of me with unconcealed annoyance and rolled on top of him. If I couldn’t get off on that magnificent black cock riding cowgirl on it, then I wasn’t worth my hard-won slutty reputation from my sorority days. 

I mounted Marcus and worked up a delicious rhythm when the door to the room flew open and the party from the penthouse flowed loudly into the room, with Abigail leading the charge. I about jumped out of my skin as I scrambled to get under the bed covers. Marcus just smiled and rolled to one side so I could pull the bedspread up enough to cover myself. 

“Don’t let us stop you,” Abbie shouted, drunk and laughing and way too loud. She had a bottle of something in one hand and champagne flutes in the other. I pulled the covers over my head in a futile attempt to disappear. 

“Jalen, come here.” Abbie was even more of a slut than I was in college. I didn’t want to think about where this was going, but I knew. I peeked out from under the sheet and saw Abbie hand the bottle to the other guy and wrap her arm around Jalen’s neck. He wasted no time jamming his tongue down her throat and grabbing her tits and ass. The other girls gathered around the third guy to fill their glasses and cheer Abbie and Jalen on. Suddenly, everyone in the room was shedding clothes and grabbing, kissing, and soon enough, fucking. 

I was so distracted by the orgy breaking out before my eyes that I didn’t realize Marcus had slipped beneath the sheets. But when his cock pressed against my pussy, I realized that I was even hornier than before and I spread my legs for him to enter me. The sight of all those naked bodies proved to be more than what I needed. With a few quick strokes from behind, my favorite position, my long-delayed orgasm washed over me in a torrent. I moaned and reached back to grab Marcus’s hip just as his seed shot into my pussy. He bucked and grunted and I luxuriated in the spreading warmth of him flooding my already-wet cunt. We collapsed into the soft pillows.

On the other bed, Abbie and Jalen were naked and entwined. She massaged his massive black cock as he fingered her pussy. I was entranced. For all the screwing around we did in college together, I’d never seen Abbie with a guy. I rarely even saw her naked.

Suddenly, Nancy pulled back the sheets that enveloped Marcus and me and climbed into bed with us. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” she said as she leaned in to kiss me. Marcus was lying behind me so I had nowhere to go, no time to think before her lips were on mine. Her tongue penetrated my mouth so gently, but insistently, and her hand fondled my nipples before sliding down to my dripping pussy. Marcus’s cock was still in me as she fingered my clit. The sight of us must have inspired him because soon I could feel Marcus swell in my cunt. He reached to fondle my tit from behind and soon I was ready to climax again. I was overwhelmed with lust and sensuality. 

But I got no time to rest. The third guy was making out with Denise and Abbie was still fucking the hell out of Jalen, so Marcie climbed into our bed, and soon four of us were writhing against each other. Marcie seemed to want Marcus all to herself, so I gave myself completely to Nancy. She kissed my neck and breasts as she kept fingering my pussy. I didn’t know Nancy was gay, or even bi, but there was no way she was new at pleasuring a female. 

And the night was still young.

Chapter 3

The next day, Abbie met me at the diner for breakfast. I was so confused about what happened, I knew I needed to talk to her, but I dreaded it, too. I was sure she’d tell me just what I didn’t want to hear.

She wasted no time. “You’re damn right you have doubts. That was hot as fuck last night, and you want to ditch it all for my stupid brother? You know that’s a recipe for disaster.”

“But I love him. I really do.” 

“So? Keep dating him but break off the marriage.”

“Which is tomorrow. Do you know how much pain and money that’s going to cost?”

“It’s your life. What’s a little money? Your father can afford it.”

I stared at my best friend. “Come on, Abbie. You know that’s not the issue.”

“I know, the issue is your happiness, nothing else. So why won’t you consider doing something that gives you a shot at being happy?”

I decided this was going nowhere, so I decided to change the subject. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Where on earth did you come up with the idea for the whole Penthouse Hotel thing?” 

Abbie smiled. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?” 

“Answer my question. What made you think I’d go for fucking black guys?” 

“You don’t remember? A couple of years ago, when we were high, you told me you always wondered if the whole black thing was real. I just put two and two together. Or should I say I put three and six together?”

I gave her a skeptical look. “It was pretty hot,” I admitted.

“Pretty hot? It was fucking awesome. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get it on with Jalen for months. I’m just sorry it took so long to make it happen."

“So this was more about you than me?” I wasn’t too surprised, but I had to call her out on it.

“Yes and no.” She leaned in close and lowered her voice. “Part of it was about Ethan. I know something that you should know.”

“What?” I knew Abbie was prone to exaggeration and gossip, but I was still hungover from our night of debauchery. Confused, too.

“I know my brother, your fiance, is into hotwife porn. I found these in his room.” She handed me a couple of cheap, sleazy paperback books. One was titled My Hotwife and Her Black Bull, and the other read Blacked on my Wedding Day. The women pictured on the cover were in an advanced stage of heat, and one featured a huge pair of black arms around her waist.

“What the hell are these?” I was shocked, disgusted, and intrigued, all at the same time.

“That’s not all. I went on his phone and found a whole list of ebooks about the same things. He’s really into white women, married white women, fucking black men.” She got up to leave. “Read them, and let me know what you think.” She was out the door, leaving me with the check before I could say another word.

The books weren’t short enough to read while sitting in the diner, so I left and went straight to my apartment. There, I read about women who lived in a world I knew nothing about - a world where wives fucked around, their husbands didn’t, and everybody was cool. I was most interested, given my experience of just a few hours ago, of the sex with big, powerful, dominating, black men. Black men with big, beautiful, black cocks. I devoured the books in a couple of hours, then I went on the internet and found some blogs and websites that discussed the hotwife phenomenon in detail. Intimate detail. 

I decided to confront Ethan. I’d been unsure of telling him about my bachelorette party - now I knew I had to tell him. I texted him and told him to come over to my place as soon as he possibly could.

“What’s up, babe?” he said as he arrived. I handed him the books. His books.

“Where the hell did you get these?” It was maybe a two-second delay before the lights went on in his eyes. “Abbie!”

“Is this the way you see us?” 

“What? No. I mean, I never even thought about it in real life. It’s just this, you know, fantasy.” He looked embarrassed. 

“Well, I have a confession to make.” I waited for him to react but he didn’t. I guess he was still processing. “Your sister put together this little party last night for me.” I handed him my phone. It showed a picture of all of us at the table in the bar at the Penthouse Hotel. Nancy had taken it just before I left for the room with Marcus.

“Who are these guys?” Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off the picture. 

“Friends of Abbie’s.”

“Where were you?” 

“At a bar.” Ethan looked up at me. “At a hotel bar.”

“Did you…?” 

“I did.” 

“How many?”

“All of them.”

Ethan looked at my phone again. I looked at his trousers, at his crotch. He had a raging hard-on. 

“I think I know what’s going on here,” I said. 

“Do you?” Ethan handed my phone back to me. I tried to read his face, but he was a really good poker player. I reached for his pants. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do.” I massaged his dick. It seemed so small after what I’d experienced last night. “And Abbie gave me a number to call if you want to do something else. Something tomorrow, before the ceremony.”

Ethan tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. I felt his dick flex and he grunted. He was cumming. 

I knew at that moment that I’d make that call.

Chapter 4

It took some quick thinking and a bit of explaining to all involved, but Abbie helped me out by making sure I had a couple of hours alone before the ceremony. I told her I didn’t care how she made it happen, just so long as she did. She did.

I told Ethan that he was welcome to be there. He was. 

I called Jalen. I told him to bring as many of his friends as he could manage. He did.

But let me start at the beginning. I spent the morning of my wedding day getting ready. My father had spared no expense. I had a hairstylist, a makeup artist, and a woman whose sole purpose was to get me into my $10,000 wedding gown. My mother and future mother-in-law were both supposed to be on hand to supervise or meddle, depending on who you asked. All the men were banished from my apartment until it was time to leave for the church, at which point my father was going to pick me up. I wasn’t supposed to see Ethan until my father walked me down the aisle. 

The stylist, artist, and dresser all arrived early as instructed. I was wedding-ready by 11 am, almost three hours ahead of schedule. Abbie had explained to them that I was afflicted by severe OCD and if I wasn’t painted and dressed way early, there was the real possibility of a meltdown. The mothers were deflected to the reception venue with threats of disaster, both real and imagined. I left the details to Abbie and was glad to let her run with it. She loved my plan and said she would move heaven and earth to make it happen. I love that girl.

At 11:30 the first of my ‘other’ guests arrived at my apartment. Ethan was already there, flouting convention and decorum. Oh boy, were we going to flout decorum. By 11:45 my place was jammed with black men, eager to fuck me, in my wedding gown, hours before my wedding. 

Ethan was completely passive, as instructed by Jalen, who ran the show. Mine wasn’t Jalen’s first wedding-day gangbang, but it was the first one he organized, so he was eager to build his reputation. Who knew there was such a thing as a rep for WDGB? But according to Jalen, there sure as hell was.

Jalen asked me when I called him to arrange the event whether I wanted a clean-cut crew of down-and-dirty. I’d told him I thought I needed clean-cut. The memory of him and his two brothas at my bachelorette party in their suits and ties really appealed to me. Without my knowledge or consent, though, Abbie switched things up with Jalen. I only learned of the change when the first gangbanger arrived dressed like he was ready for a rap throwdown, or a street fight. He wore shorts down almost to his knees, a wifebeater, and a do-rag. I was slightly shocked by his appearance, but I was so consumed by the enormity of what I was about to do that I didn’t bat an eye. I welcomed him into my home wearing my wedding gown. He kissed me deeply and felt me up, front and back, high and low, before entering the apartment and acknowledging Ethan with a look of disdain. His friends followed. 

Jalen arrived last, by design, I’m sure. He clapped his hands and called for silence. I stood at his side in front of a dozen men. Black men, here to fuck me. I was so excited I almost came as he spoke. 

“Hey, listen up, niggas. I want you all to know I’m here to make sure things don’t get out of hand.” He lifted his shirt to reveal a gun tucked into his shorts. “Don’t be stupid. Wait your turn and don’t be a pig about it. Olivia here is getting married at 2, so we have to be done by 1:30. And when I say done, I mean done. You feel me?” There were murmurs and nods all around. 

I tugged on Jalen’s sleeve. “Please tell them not to tear the dress, or mess up my hair.”

Jalen smiled at me. “Don’t worry, they know just how this is going to go. I just like to make the speech to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

I looked at Ethan sitting at the edge of the room by my bedroom door. I wasn’t sure how or where this was going to happen, but I wanted to make sure he saw everything. I needn’t have worried.

Four of the biggest men in the crowd picked up my sofa and positioned it in the middle of the living room. Jalen led me to the sofa and indicated I should kneel on the seat with my elbows propped up on the back. I understood immediately that this position would afford maximum access. The men wasted no time taking advantage. 

“Where’s her veil?” 

“Yeah, we need a damn veil for the video.”

I looked at Jalen in a panic. “I said no pictures.” He patted my hand.

“No pictures, no  videos, trust me.” Ethan walked up with my veil at that moment. “Thanks, man,” Jalen said to him. “Put it on her.”

Ethan didn’t say a word as he fastened the veil to my perfectly coiffed hair. I almost wanted to kiss him, but he just smiled at me. Then someone elbowed him out of the way and jammed a big black cock into my mouth. I felt my dress lifted off the back of my legs and my panties yanked to my knees. A cock was quickly positioned at the lips of my pussy. I was so wet that it entered me without hesitation. It was huge and it felt great.

After a few minutes, both cocks withdrew and two more took their place. This was repeated several times. I climaxed several times but none of the men did. After everyone had a turn, Jalen called for a rest. I flopped down on the sofa, exhausted. I glanced at the clock on the wall. They had been fucking me for almost an hour. 

“Some of the guys want to fuck your ass,” Jalen said. “You up for a little DP?”

I cringed. “I’ve never tried anal.” 

“You’ll love it.” Jalen turned to Ethan. “Get some lube for your woman.”

Ethan went into the bedroom and brought back a full tube of KY. Jalen put some on his finger and reached for my crotch. I shrunk back from him and he smiled. 

“Nobody gonna do nothing you don’t want done. But tell me this. Everyone’s getting pretty blue. Where do you want it? Face, throat, cunt, or ass?” As I thought about it, he stuck his finger in my ass. It felt good. Really good.

“I can’t decide. Will you? For me?” 

Jalen smiled. “No problem. We’ll make you look real good for the party.” He turned to the guys standing around the sofa. “Lift her up.” 

Suddenly there were hands all over me. They picked me up and set me down on Jalen’s cock. I reached down and guided him into my ass. It felt good but painful. 

“Slowly,” I whispered to him. 

“No problem, take your time.” 

I wiggled and squirmed as his shaft sunk deep into me. Another guy stepped in front of me and positioned his cock at my pussy. As he plunged into me I felt like I would be ripped apart. Soon they were fucking me in rhythm. I was so full of black cock. It felt so good. 

After a while, Jalen spun me around so we were laying on the sofa, him under me and still buried deep in my ass. “Okay, it’s time to paint her pussy and face. We’re out of here in half an hour, so get to it.”

Another cock entered my pussy. I felt it expand quickly and dump an incredible load in my cunt. Then two cocks appeared over my face and soon they were shooting black sperm in my eyes, my hair, and my mouth. I was quickly covered in cum.

All of them came on me or in me. Jalen finished in my ass. Then he took me into the bedroom and showed me what I looked like in the full-length mirror. I was a mess. Cum dripped on my dress from my face and hair. Cum ran down my legs from my pussy and ass.

“No clean-up, you hear me?” 

“What?” He couldn’t be saying what I thought I heard.

“That’s right. You’re a fucking work of art. Don’t touch anything.”

“But…”

“Nothing. I want you to think about this when you’re walking down the aisle. I want my jizz leaking from your ass while you’re dancing with your father. I want you feeling the dried cum on your face all day.”

I looked at him and knew. I’d read enough about this scene to know just what was happening. 

Jalen was now my bull. 

Then he sealed it by asking, “So, where are we going on your honeymoon?”