VIXEN Frustrated GF Cheats After Her Wedding

Title: “A Vixen’s Unbridled Desire: The Frustrated GF’s Spicy Wedding Night”

Sandra’s wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Dressed in a stunning white gown, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant updo, she glided down the aisle on her father’s arm, her eyes locked on her handsome groom, Mark. The ceremony was picture perfect, the reception a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, and champagne toasts. But as the newlyweds retired to their honeymoon suite, Sandra couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was missing.

Mark, looking dashing in his tailored tux, swept his bride into his arms and carried her over the threshold. He kicked the door shut behind them and lowered Sandra to the floor, his hands roaming over her curves as he captured her lips in a heated kiss. Sandra melted against him, her body responding instinctively to his touch. But as Mark’s hands began to explore further, tugging at the laces of her bodice, Sandra froze.

“Wait,” she murmured, her cheeks flushed. “I’m… I’m not ready. I need some time to get used to wearing this corset.”

Mark’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded, respecting his bride’s wishes. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll give you some privacy to change.”

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief as Mark exited the bedroom. She undressed slowly, her mind racing. _What’s wrong with me?_ she wondered, slipping into a sheer lace negligee. _This is my wedding night, and I feel…_

Lost in thought, Sandra didn’t hear Mark return until he was standing in the doorway, stroking his chin. “What’s going on, Sandra? I thought you wanted this.”

Sandra met his gaze, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I do, Mark. I do. But I think… I think I need something different tonight.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Different? What do you mean?”

Sandra bit her lip, a secret part of her coming to life. “I need some space,” she said softly. “I need to… explore.”

Mark opened his mouth to protest, but Sandra pressed a finger to his lips. “Please, Mark. Trust me on this.”

With a heavy sigh, Mark nodded. “I do trust you, Sandra. I’ll go grab a drink from the mini bar and give you some time.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, Sandra felt a rush of adrenaline. She crossed to the closet and rummaged through her bags until she found what she was looking for: a black lace teddy, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels. She stripped off the negligee and shimmied into her new outfit, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Grabbing her clutch, Sandra tiptoed out of the suite and down to the hotel bar. She perched on a stool and ordered a martini, her eyes scanning the room. And that’s when she saw him: a tall, dark-haired stranger in a crisp button-down shirt and slacks. Their eyes met across the room, and the sparks flew.

“Is this seat taken?” the man asked, gesturing to the stool beside her.

Sandra shook her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. “It’s all yours.”

They talked and flirted, the sexual tension crackling between them. The man, who introduced himself as Jacob, was charming and confident, with a twinkle in his eye that promised trouble. Sandra felt herself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame, her body aching for his touch.

Finally, Jacob leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “My room is just down the hall. What do you say we continue this conversation there?”

Sandra’s pulse raced, but she never hesitated. She slid off the stool and took Jacob’s hand, letting him lead her to his suite. As soon as the door closed behind them, his lips were on hers, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that matched her own.

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their clothes quickly discarded. Jacob worshipped Sandra’s body with his mouth and hands, exploring every inch of her smooth skin and dipping into the sleek heat of her core. Sandra cried out, her hips bucking against him, lost in a haze of desire.

But it was when Jacob settled between her thighs that Sandra truly lost herself. His tongue delved deep, lapping at her most intimate places as his fingers found her throbbing clit. Sandra’s hands flew to his hair, holding him in place as he worked magic on her body, bringing her to heights of ecstasy she’d never experienced before.

“Jacob,” she gasped, “don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He obliged her, his tongue flicking and swirling until Sandra was writhing beneath him, her body taut as a bowstring. And then, with a final suck to her clit, she came undone, her climax ripping through her with a force that left her shaking and gasping.

Jacob crawled up her body, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I need to be inside you.”

Sandra spread her thighs in invitation, guiding him to her entrance. Jacob thrust deep, filling her completely, and Sandra cried out at the delicious stretch. They moved together, their bodies melding in a primal dance as old as time, chasing their pleasure until they both found release.

As they lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Sandra felt a sense of satisfaction she’d never known before. She’d taken a risk, indulged her deepest desires, and it had been worth it. She knew this was just the beginning of an exciting new chapter in her life, one filled with passion and adventure.

With a contented smile, she drifted off to sleep in the arms of her new lover, ready to face whatever the future held.