[F] I cheated on my boyfriend with the black stripper from the club, but this time he brought friends…and in a small world one of those friends was a coworker of mine…

I sat outside his house and fiddled with my engagement ring in my car. On Saturday I had my bachelorette party, which ended with me having sex with a black stripper in the private backroom.

He gave me his number and that led to me now sitting outside of his house. My fiancé thought I was at drinks with my coworkers.

I knew I should just drive away. I wanted to drive away. I scrolled through Reddit reading all the comments encouraging me to do it. Telling me I only live once. I read their degrading comments on my body. A wave of horniness washed over me.

“Are you coming or not?” The stripper texted.

I took a deep breath.

“I’m here.” I sent it. Without thinking I got out of the car and walked right up to his door and knocked. I could hear loud voices inside. A big dog started barking and I heard the struggle of someone putting the dog away in another room. A moment later the stripper opened the door. I forgot how tall he was, towering over my 5’0 frame.

[F] I finally texted the stripper I cheated on my fiancé with on Saturday that I want to hang out…he invited me over to his house but said he has friends with him

I already told my fiancé I was going out for drinks with coworkers after work today, so I’m cleared for the night…but my question is…should I do this? I’m honestly not able to think with my brain about this. My vagina is driving the car.

I’ve been with the same guy for 8 years and this black stripper’s cock unlocked something in me I can’t explain. And I want more. But I’m getting married in a few weeks. I should not do it right? I need to stay loyal. Plus him having a few friends over sounds dangerous…I don’t even know this guy that well. But you only live once. Please advise.

[F] I had my bachelorette party last night…and unintentionally cheated on my fiancé with the stripper

The girls and I were having a fun night. We were drunk, loud and full.

The final stop on Saturday night was the strip club. We walked in and I was immediately uncomfortable. I’m not the type to ogle some men. But the alcohol was working and we were quickly the loudest group in the club.

The dancer we were watching first left and a new guy stepped up, a huge muscular black man covered in tattoos. He towered over us in a full suit. The music started and he started dancing.

My first confession is that I’ve never been with a black man before, or found many black men to be interested in me. But this man certainly was. He saw the bridge sash, pulled me on stage much to my chagrin, sat me in a chair, and started stripping.

As I sat up there, mortified, I noticed his already sweaty chest smelled incredible. Then suddenly his pants were off and he stood there in a thong so small his cock was falling out of it. And it was a huge cook, easily as thick as a coke can.