"Hi, I'm Alice, and I'm a compulsive cheater."
She repeated this phrase like a mantra, always with a mischievous smile on her lips. It wasn't a confession—it was a celebration. Cheating wasn't about a lack of love; it was about control, about savoring the power that came from breaking rules without getting caught. And Kaio, her perfect boyfriend since their teenage years, had always been her greatest conquest.
Alice loved seeing him in love, his eyes sparkling when he talked about their future together. He kissed her with a devotion that made her laugh inside, especially when she had just finished sucking off one of his friends. His love was like a pedestal on which she sat, while another man knelt before her, his cock buried deep inside her. It was essential, it was necessary.
The first time was with Lucas, Kaio's best friend. An easy challenge. All it took was a lingering look at a party, a laugh accompanied by an "accidental" touch on his arm, and he was already lost. He took her virginity while Kaio was studying for his exams. The thrill of dominating the situation, of knowing she was winning a game only she was playing, was intoxicating.
Lucas took her to the back room of the house, where the loud music muffled any sounds. He pushed her against the wall, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned her jeans. Alice smiled, letting him do the work. When he finally entered her, she moaned loudly—not out of pleasure, but to make sure he felt like the most powerful man in the world. Meanwhile, Kaio was just a few meters away, buried in his books.
After that, Alice never stopped. It didn't matter who it was—a college classmate, a stranger on a trip, even a curious neighbor. They had all been inside her. She rarely used protection, so she had gotten pregnant twice. Of course, not by Kaio, since she always said she wanted to wait until marriage. Each new secret was like a trophy, a reminder that she was in control, while Kaio lived in ignorance.
Now, at 22, the wedding was set. The fairy tale was about to come true, at least in the eyes of others. For Alice, it was just another final act in her well-rehearsed play. But, as always, she wanted more. Something to make that day truly unforgettable.
The groomsmen. Six men chosen by Kaio, each with their role in the ceremony—and now, in Alice's game. She studied them, tested them, provoked them. A touch during the dress fitting, a veiled invitation in an otherwise innocent conversation, messages sent in the dead of night with a single line: "Are you going to say no?"
None of them did.
On the morning of the wedding, while everyone thought she was at the salon, Alice was busy. Each encounter was quick, intense, clandestine. Nervous smiles, trembling hands, the weight of the wedding dress sliding over her body with each new "bachelor party."
The first was with Pedro, the youngest groomsman. He met her in the bathroom of the salon, where she waited for him with her dress lifted to her waist. He entered her with urgency, his hands gripping her thighs as she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. When he finished, she quickly fixed herself up, leaving him there, still panting.
The second was with Rafael, the oldest of the groomsmen. He took her to an empty room in the hotel, where she knelt before him, pulling his cock out of his pants with a skill that left him breathless. She sucked him until he groaned, then mounted him, riding him with an intensity that made him swear he would never forget that morning.
The third was with Diego, the shyest one. She took him to the terrace, where the wind swayed her veil as she kissed him with a passion that left him speechless. He entered her standing up, his hands gripping her ass as she whispered dirty words in his ear.
When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror: flawless. As always. But inside her, the semen of three men still dripped, a silent reminder of her victory. She smiled, knowing Kaio would never suspect.
As she walked down the church aisle, everyone saw the perfect bride. The delicate veil hid the dangerous smile Alice carried, while the groomsmen lined up beside Kaio, exchanging glances that said more than words. Alice knew. They knew. But Kaio? He only saw the woman of his dreams, never imagining that she had already lived her true wedding—behind the scenes.
When the priest asked if she accepted Kaio as her husband, Alice smiled, barely containing the urge to laugh. She didn't need love. She needed power. And, in that moment, she was the queen of the board.
"Yes."
She turned to Kaio, their lips meeting in a kiss that seemed pure, innocent. But inside her mouth, she had saved a bit of Rafael's semen, the last of the groomsmen who had possessed her that morning. She passed it to Kaio, feeling a perverse pleasure at the thought that he was, unknowingly, sharing the taste of another man.
Because in Alice's game, the victory was never at the altar. It was in what happened before, far from the eyes of those who thought they knew her. And she always played to win.