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Last summer, on the day of my wedding to Sarah, I made it clear to her that I wanted her to dress modestly. I knew my crazy friends would be there, and once they started drinking, all caution would fly out the window. I was worried they might take advantage of Sarah's daring nature and beauty.nnBut Sarah, with her hourglass figure and voluptuous curves, felt differently. She insisted that as the bride, she had to be the most stunning one at the event. I tried to reason with her, emphasizing my concerns, but she wouldn't budge.nnLater that day, as I stood at the entrance of the indoor hall where we were having the ceremony, I was taken aback by the sight of Sarah descending the stairs. Her choice of attire was nothing short of scandalous.nnThe top of the dress was incredibly low, threatening to spill out her ample breasts at any moment. As she walked, the hemline rode up, giving glimpses of her round, meaty ass and the glistening curve of her shaved pubis. To my horror, it became clear that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the sheer, transparent fabric.nnMy friends, a rowdy bunch, couldn't contain their excitement as Sarah entered the hall. They wolf-whistled and catcalled, their eyes glued to her provocative display. As we began the reception and started dancing, Sarah's breasts bounced and jiggled with each step, their nipples hardening from the cold air-conditioning and sweat.nnThe alcohol started to take its toll, and my friends grew brazen, pushing and shoving each other to get closer to Sarah. Before I knew it, they were dancing right up to her, surrounding her, and pawing at her body. One of them grabbed her tit and squeezed it roughly, while another yanked down the neckline, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts.nnThe room fell silent, except for the lewd gasps and whistles. Family and friends watched in stunned disbelief as Sarah, seemingly in a trance, let them grope and fondle her. Her nipples stood erect, glistening with sweat, and the cleft of her ass was on full display as her dress rode up.nnIt wasn't long before things escalated further. One of the friends grabbed the flimsy material of the hem and, with a single yank, ripped it clean off Sarah's body. Her nudity was sudden and shocking, her shaved pussy and plump ass glistening in the overhead lights.nnA collective "wow" echoed through the hall as everyone gawked at the spectacle. Without hesitation, my friends stepped forward again, this time violating Sarah's most intimate areas. They spread her ass cheeks, exposing the pink pucker of her anus, and began to finger her shaved slit.nnSarah, still in her dazed state, offered no resistance, her body yielding to their rough, lustful hands. I could only watch in horror, my wedding day descending into a Pornhub-style gang bang. Flashes of their violating touches and the wet squelching sounds of their fingers invaded my mind as they used Sarah's cunt and asshole like a cheap sex toy.nnAfter what felt like an endless, humiliating display, the unthinkable happened. My friends started to record the scene, capturing every lewd, degrading moment for posterity. I could see the videos being taken on phones and cameras, their lenses zooming in on Sarah's squirming, ravaged body.nnAs the night wore on and their depraved fun continued, the videos were shared, spreading like wildfire through the internet. Before long, Sarah's asshole and pussy became a public cum motivation, fueling the darkest fantasies of every sick pervert online. Her once pristine reputation was reduced to nothing more than a hole for strangers to cum into, all thanks to her own reckless desire to be the center of attention on our wedding day.nnAs the shame and humiliation continued to reverberate through our lives, I couldn't help but wonder what I had gotten myself into when I married such a daring, provocative woman. The images of that fateful night would haunt me forever, a constant reminder of the degrading perversions that awaited her, and by extension, me, every time I dared to introduce her to my rowdy set of friends.
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