I Am a Bad Woman

I'm Susan, and I cheated right after getting married.

I wasn't always this way - at least before the wedding, I'd never done anything behind my husband's back.

When did I change?

It probably started on my wedding night.

That night, following the wedding night customs, my college buddies were playing pranks on us newlyweds, trapping me and my husband under a thin blanket.

They kept egging us on to strip, throwing our clothes out one by one until even my underwear was gone.

I thought that would be the end of it, but then my husband's best friend yanked the blanket right off.

"Oh my God!"

Caught off guard, I instinctively covered my face, then quickly tried to hide my chest and butt, curling up into a ball.

Thank goodness my husband dove on top of me to cover my naked body before things got more out of hand.

This wasn't the first time someone had seen me naked, but for some reason, whenever I thought about those guys' hot stares, instead of feeling ashamed, I felt weirdly turned on.

From that day on, my body had a mind of its own.

I started wearing revealing outfits, letting my sexy side show, craving those hot looks from strangers.

I even started sleeping with guys I'd just met, like some wild thing.

And this story? It all kicked off at my bestie Delilah's birthday party, where she'd invited some personal trainers...

That night, I met up with Delilah first. While she was gushing about how ripped these trainers were, we headed to the karaoke room. On our way there, guys couldn't keep their eyes off us.

"Check out that chick's mini skirt - you can practically see everything!"

"And look at her friend in that crop top - bet she's not wearing anything underneath."