Chapter 1

Confessions of a lonely wife: My best friend dragged me to a cycling meetup, but I never expected our hosts to be a group of buff Black men.

The vibe of the gathering was so wild that it made my whole body tingle. I literally watched my best friend fool around right on a bicycle...

Meanwhile, the guy carrying me on his bike was dropping filthy hints and getting handsy...

1.

My name is Sierra, and I struggle with hypersexuality.

When did I realize I had this embarrassing issue? It probably started that day in the gym elevator.

I had just finished working out and stepped into the elevator to head home. Right then, a pack of muscular guys crowded in.

They seemed to know each other, and they shoved me straight to the front. Behind me, I could hear them whispering about my body.

“Look at that ass. If she were mine, she wouldn’t be walking for a week.”

“She’s built for sin. It makes me want to bend her over right here.”

I stood there like a piece of meat on display while they rated me. Their dirty words filled my ears, and my face burned bright red.

Yet, their hungry stares sent an intense rush of excitement straight through me. As I stepped out of the elevator, I pushed my chest out and swayed my hips with extra swagger.

From that day on, I became a completely different person.

I started obsessing over revealing crop tops, tight halter tops, and micro-skirts that barely covered my thighs. If I didn't dress like that, an unbearable itch took over my whole body.

My husband, Derek, noticed the sudden shift. He screamed that I was acting like an unhinged slut and threatened to divorce me.

The fight broke my heart, so I tried my best to suppress my urges.

Loneliness, however, is a relentless river. Whenever it floods your chest, it stirs up uncontrollable waves.

I poured my heart out to my best friend, Fiona. She told me to pick up a new hobby to distract myself so the cravings wouldn’t consume me.

“Why don’t you join our cycling club? We do all kinds of thrilling stuff out there. Once you come, you won't even think about your troubles anymore.”

Fiona flashed a suggestive smirk and nudged my shoulder. “Come on, girl. Every woman has needs. Who knows? Maybe one of the riders can satisfy you.”

I wasn't stupid, so I immediately caught her drift and shook my head. “Derek and I aren't divorced yet. Don't try to drag me into your wild lifestyle.”

Fiona and I had been friends since college. Back on campus, she was famous for being a wild party girl, and she hadn't changed a bit. Who knew what crazy scheme she was plotting?

Fiona threw her hands up. “What kind of person do you think I am? Going there won't kill you! Besides, nobody can force you into anything if you say no. Just treat it as making new friends. You can’t stay locked up at home forever, right?”

Her words made sense to me, so I finally agreed.

The next morning, Fiona came over early to pick me up. She pulled a piece of clothing out of her tote bag. “Hurry up and put this on! Our cycling crew is waiting, and today’s gonna be wild!”

I looked down at the outfit. It was a cut-out mini dress, and the back was slashed open almost entirely past the waistline.

In the past, I would have thrown it on without a second thought. But given my rocky marriage, I stared at the tiny dress and hesitated.

“Quit stalling and put it on! They’ve been waiting for us forever!”

Fiona gave me no room to argue, so I gave in.

I slipped into the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. With a tiny waist, perky curves, and a bare back, the reflection was dangerously tempting. The hem barely covered my backside, showing off a pair of toned, sexy legs.

Fiona gave my chest a playful squeeze and giggled. “Damn, you really have a husband! They’re huge! The guys in the club are gonna lose their minds over you!”

After some banter, she drove me out to the mountain trails on the edge of town for the meetup.

When I saw Fiona’s so-called cycling buddies, I froze on the spot. They were a group of muscular Black men.

The moment they saw Fiona leading me over, their eyes lit up with raw hunger. They waved eagerly, calling out to us with heavy accents, “Over here!”

Fiona linked her arm with mine and walked us toward them. Five or six pairs of eyes practically burned through my clothes. They cheered and checked me out from head to toe, their gazes lingering heavily on my waist and hips.

“Fiona! You had a dime like this hidden away, and you never brought her out before?”

“Look at those curves! She definitely rides hard!”

I bit my lower lip and looked down. Amid their loud teasing, I pretended to act shy and clung to Fiona’s arm. But beneath the act, I subtly rolled my hips, flaunting my figure to feed their burning attention.

Fiona chuckled and waved them off. “Alright, stop drooling! I brought the beauty out, but don’t forget why we’re here today. We came to ride, remember?”

One of the guys eagerly lifted a sleek road bike out of his trunk and wheeled it right in front of me. “Hey, gorgeous. I’m Johance! You didn’t bring a bike, right? Ride mine!”

Johance was packed with chiseled muscle. He easily hoisted the bike on his shoulders and passionately explained how smooth it rode. He was so charismatic that I couldn’t find a single reason to say no. Caught by his deep grin, I took the handlebars.

Seeing me accept Johance’s bike, the other guys groaned with envy and sighed in disappointment.

I pushed the bike forward to look for Fiona, but she had vanished.

I walked behind an SUV, only to hear Fiona’s soft, breathless moans. “What’s the rush? We have all day to play...”

I stood frozen in place. A few seconds later, a tall Black man stepped out from behind the car, casually zipping up his pants as he saw me.

“Sierra! Come here, quick!”

Fiona’s hair was messy, and her neck was covered in fresh love bites. She didn't care at all that I had caught her fooling around. She simply waved me over.

Right in front of me, she changed into a provocative cycling outfit―a skin-tight cropped top paired with a tiny pleated skirt.

She spun around proudly. “How do I look? Cute, right?”

I gasped when I realized she had nothing on underneath the pleated skirt. I covered my face in shock. “Why aren't you wearing any panties?!”

Fiona laughed and pulled my hands away. “Stop playing innocent! You think I don't know what you're craving? This is special therapy. It awakens a woman’s body. Just imagine the rough mountain trail, all those bumps and bounces...”

At that exact moment, I finally understood why the other guys looked so disappointed when I picked Johance’s bike.