My Wife's Wedding Night Gift Was Six Sugar Babies

On our wedding night, my wife was waiting for me in bed, wearing a sexy nightgown she had spent hours choosing. I grabbed my bathrobe and took a quick shower.

When I stepped out, I noticed her phone buzzing on the bathroom shelf. Driven by curiosity, I unlocked it. A pinned group chat with seven members instantly caught my eye.

The latest message was a steamy, postshower photo my wife had sent just five minutes ago. [Even though I'm married now, you guys are still my babies.

Same old rules—here's a little treat to keep you hooked.] The replies beneath were from six different young men, their profile pictures oozing smugness as they cheered.

Monday: [Damn, Mia! Your body keeps getting better and better!] Tuesday: [Mia always knows how to take care of us!] Wednesday: [Tonight was supposed to be my night with you, Mia.

That lucky bastard gets you for cheap tonight!] As I scrolled through the disgusting chat history, a wave of dark excitement washed over me.

The perfect wife I had handpicked for myself... she really didn't disappoint! I slipped her phone into my pajama pocket and walked back into the bedroom.

On our massive kingsized bed, freshly made with luxurious white silk sheets, my wife, Mia, was lying on her side. Her long, slender legs were completely bare. "Babe, hurry up!

I've been waiting forever!" I remained silent, my brows furrowing. Mia didn't notice my mood at all. Instead, she pouted and whined, urging me to get into bed.

She looked completely impatient. "You know we're married now, right? Get over here!" "What are you staring at, babe? It's our wedding night!

We shouldn't waste a single second." I stared at Mia, the anger inside me ready to boil over. So she did know it was our wedding night.

Yet she still found the time to send nudes to her group of male models. Mia sat up. Her beautiful face instantly twisted with annoyance. "Ethan, it's our wedding night.

Why are you giving me attitude?

You're being so weird!" Her shameless gaslighting snapped my last thread of patience. "I'm being weird?" "Then why don't you explain who these guys in your group chat are?

And why you just sent them a naked photo of yourself?" I pulled her phone from my pocket and threw it onto the bed. Mia froze. Panic washed over her face in an instant.

She snatched up the phone and opened SnapChat. Sure enough, the replies from her group chat were staring back at her. "Ethan!

You went through my phone?!" She didn't answer my question. Instead, she tried to turn the tables on me. I wanted to laugh. My wife was always like this.

The moment she got caught doing something wrong, she would attack the other person to put them on the defensive. As if that magically erased her own guilt.

I stared at our framed wedding photo on the nightstand. Right now, that beautiful memory felt like a slap in the face.

Everything in this room screamed "happily ever after," but I knew it was all a coverup for something incredibly ugly. "Mia, I'm a normal guy.

I can't just sit here and let other men drool over my wife's naked body!" "It's late.

We're getting a divorce tomorrow morning." Hearing the word "divorce," Mia rushed over and wrapped her arms around me. "Babe, no! We literally just got married today.

How can we divorce tomorrow?" "What will our families and friends think of us?" "I can explain the group chat, I swear!" "You know how stressed I've been with the company lately." "Last week, I was celebrating my bestie's birthday, and we just added a few of the hot servers for fun." "Everything in that chat is just a joke!

It means nothing. I've never touched any of them. Please believe me, Ethan." I tried to pry her hands off me, but she held on for dear life.

Looking down at her from my height, I saw her beautiful eyes filling with tears.

She looked so fragile and pathetic. "Is sending naked photos of yourself also a 'joke'?" "Babe, I was stupid. I lost my head. It's my fault, okay?

Please don't leave me!" "I'll delete the group right now!

I'll never talk to them again!" She quickly grabbed her phone and left the pinned group chat right in front of me. "Ethan, I love you so, so much. Just forgive me this once.

Please don't divorce me, okay?"

Mia's voice cracked with a sob. She buried her face in my chest. She felt so small, clinging to me like a helpless, guilty kitten. I felt a warm dampness spreading across my chest.

Her tears were soaking through my pajamas. I reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face.

My anger seemed to soften, and my voice carried a hint of hesitation. "Alright, Mia.

Stop crying." "So, you won't divorce me?" She looked up at me with wide, teary eyes—the perfect, calculated angle. I knew exactly what she was doing.

She had practiced this look in the mirror a thousand times.

After a long pause, I finally gave her the answer she wanted: "Fine." After we both cleaned up, Mia became incredibly eager to make up for lost time.

But her plans were ruined when my phone rang. It was a work emergency. Using work as an excuse, I spent the entire night in my study. Mia must have felt guilty.

The next morning, I received a notification—she had wired $100,000 into my bank account.

Since my wife loved solving her problems by throwing money at me, I was more than happy to accept it. For the next few days, Mia went out of her way to please me.

She made breakfast in the mornings and bought me expensive gifts after work. One evening, I came home late after a busy day at work.

I walked in to find Mia busy in the kitchen, preparing a massive feast. When she saw me, she gave me a sweet smile and told me to wash my hands for dinner.

Normally, the maid handled all the cooking. But to get back in my good graces, she had actually cooked herself.

At the dinner table, she kept piling food onto my plate, before coyly suggesting we finally consummate our marriage tonight. "Babe, don't sleep in the study tonight, okay?" I quickly calculated the date in my head and nodded.

After dinner, I carried Mia into our bedroom. The room smelled of sweet lavender incense, and the bed was sprinkled with rose petals. Mia had prepared everything to perfection.

As things started heating up, I pinned her beneath me. My hand slid down to her waist, tracing her curves. Suddenly, my fingers felt a warm, sticky wetness.

Mia's period had just started. Realizing what happened, Mia gasped and rushed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walked out.

She wrapped her slender arms around my neck, her voice dripping with sweet regret. "Babe, my period started." I gently stroked her hair, acting disappointed but understanding, and got up to make her some warm chamomile tea to soothe her cramps.

In the kitchen, I brewed the tea, poured it into a mug, and slipped a sleeping pill into it. Mia drank the tea and was fast asleep within minutes.

After pulling the blanket over her, I quietly picked up her phone from the nightstand. I opened SnapChat. The group chat I had seen before was indeed gone.

Aside from my contact pinned at the top as "Hubby," there were only work messages. I logged into her burner account. Sure enough, the familiar sevenmember group chat popped up.

The latest message was sent that morning. Mia had sent a quick update to the boys: [I'm busy keeping my husband happy right now.

But after tonight, big sister will be back to play with you boys!]

My dear wife really couldn't let go of her six male models. I put the phone back on the nightstand, pretending I had seen nothing.

The next morning, I packed a few clothes and grabbed my suitcase.

Mia stopped me at the front door. "Babe, why are you packing a bag?" I turned to her with a warm smile. "I have a new project.

I need to go on a weeklong business trip." Her eyes filled with sweet, feigned sadness. "Make sure to bring me a souvenir when you get back!

I'll miss you!" I nodded and rolled my suitcase out the door. Oh, I would absolutely bring her a gift. A massive one. After leaving the house, I took an Uber to a luxury hotel.

The receptionist asked for my ID to check me in. I pulled out my wallet and handed over my ID. In my rush, an old, faded photograph slipped out with it.

The receptionist processed my checkin and handed back my ID along with the photo. "You dropped this, sir." I took the photo and gave a polite nod. "Thank you." "You and the lady in the photo look beautiful together," she smiled.

I didn't say anything. I just turned and headed up the elevator.

After staying in the hotel for a week, I pulled out a burner phone and sent a message to a contact I had been coordinating with. [It's time.] Moments later, I opened my laptop.

The screen showed a realtime mirror of Mia's SnapChat account. The sevenmember group chat was active again.

The guy nicknamed "Monday" started the conversation. [Mia, you haven't texted us in a week.

Do you really not miss us?] [Did you forget all about your babies?] Mia replied instantly. [Of course I miss you guys! You're all my sweet babies!] The other guys quickly jumped in.

Tuesday: [But you haven't sent us any sexy photos lately, let alone met up with us. We feel abandoned.] Mia: [Never!

I'll come see you boys tomorrow.] Wednesday: [But tomorrow is Sunday. Who are you going to see?

I thought Sunday was reserved for that loser husband of yours!] Mia: [My husband is on a business trip. He won't be back anytime soon.

Don't worry, I'm all yours tomorrow.] Friday: [Why don't we all meet up together, Mia? If you only choose one of us, the other five will be so jealous. Let's do a group hang.

A little 'teambuilding' session, if you know what I mean.] The group exploded with dirty jokes and excited agreements. Mia finally gave in and shared a time and hotel name.

It was the exact hotel where I was staying.

The next morning at nine, Mia posted a photo of her outfit in the chat. She was wearing a tight, lowcut black dress that left very little to the imagination.

Complete with black stockings and red stiletto heels, her seductive figure was on full display. Then, she took a photo of what was inside her purse and sent it.

It was two boxes of condoms. The group chat went completely wild. Monday: [Mia always treats us the best!] Tuesday: [Don't worry, babe.

We're going to make sure you have the night of your life today.] Wednesday: [I still don't get why you married that loser.

We're your real soulmates.] Mia: [Of course you guys are my real loves!

I only married him to keep my mom happy so she would give me more money to spend on my sweet babies!] Mia: [But honestly, he's the perfect husband.

Even when he caught on, all I had to do was squeeze out a few tears and act cute. The idiot bought it and forgave me instantly.] Mia: [I knew from day one he was obsessed with me.

He's just a pathetic puppy dog!] Friday: [Our Mia is simply irresistible!] Friday: [Let's not ruin the mood talking about that loser. We're heading to the hotel now.

See you soon, babe!] Twenty minutes later, someone dropped a room number in the chat. Grand Imperial Hotel, Room 502. I looked at the room number and smirked. What a coincidence.

It was right next door to me. A few minutes later, I heard shuffling noises next door. Then came the clicking of high heels in the hallway. It was Mia.

At the door, I heard her giggling and telling them to be patient as she kicked off her stilettos and left them in the hallway.

The moment she stepped inside, the room next door erupted in cheers and laughter. I dialed Mia's number. No answer. I tried calling her on SnapChat. It rang, but she didn't pick up.

The noises from next door started dying down, turning into low, muffled whispers. I stopped trying to call her.

Instead, I scrolled down my contacts and dialed my motherinlaw, Victoria.

As soon as she picked up, I gasped into the phone, sounding panicked. "Victoria, I think Mia is in serious danger!

You need to bring the family and get over here right now!" "I think she's been kidnapped or blackmailed!

She's trapped!" Victoria gasped, her voice instantly turning frantic. "Ethan, what are you talking about? What happened to Mia? Tell me!" "There's no time to explain!

Just bring everyone who's in town! Hurry! I'm at the Grand Imperial Hotel, Room 502. Get here now!" I hung up before she could ask another question.

I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. Sure enough, Mia's red heels were sitting right outside Room 502. My dear wife really couldn't wait.

Muffled laughter, moans, and playful screams echoed through the thin door. I could even hear Mia crying out, "Yes, daddy!" Too bad her actual dad had been dead for years.

Staring at those red heels, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. "Hello? I'd like to report a crime.

There is an illegal drugfueled orgy happening right now at the Grand Imperial Hotel, Room 502."