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Taylor Hill, gorgeous Victoria's Secret model, was getting married. After two years wearing the ring they were finally going to tie the knot and she couldn't be happier. They had seemingly the sweetest relationship, working together with clear couples goals and aspirations for the future. Everyone around them always said they were perfect together and how great it was to see them getting married.
Their parties were all arranged for the weekend and they were going to live it up in tandem, with Taylor out with her girls for a bachelorette event while he went to Vegas for a classic tear up with his friends. There was something else though -- an arrangement.
The agreement was that either of them could get up to whatever they wanted over their respective weekends, including fucking other people, on a don't ask, don't tell basis. He'd proposed it and wanted to have some fun on the last big party before getting married, to really go to Sin City and enjoy everything it offered but he also encouraged her to go for it and get it out of her system if she wanted to. They had played around a little before, though together, when they'd had a threesome for his birthday with her friend and fellow Victoria's Secret model Josephine Skriver.
She hadn't really intended it and certainly hadn't planned for it. Taylor had discussed the idea of a threesome with her future husband on a few occasions, like a lot of women had, and of course he was very enticed by her fellow models for obvious reasons although she had never had any serious discussions to get it set up. However for his birthday things had just happened as they'd gone for a night out with both his friends and hers, and she'd brought a couple of her VS model friends along for the night.
She was good friends with the beautiful Danish model and as the night wore on and wound down she'd been sitting with Taylor and her fiance. Somehow the topic of conversation had turned to what Taylor was doing for her man to make his birthday special and the joking idea of a threesome treat had come up. He didn't mention it but was most certainly interested and, with Josephine seemingly very curious and plenty of drinks inside all of them, she'd ended up coming back to their place for the night.
Taylor had never been with another woman before, she'd never even experimented despite how close and touchy-feely she was with them through her modeling career. But that night she'd been thrust straight into an encounter with one, the stunning Josephine Skriver who Taylor freely admitted was gorgeous. She couldn't quite remember all the details thanks to the alcohol but she knew her fiance had absolutely loved it with both Taylor and Josephine taking multiple turns with him.
She knew she'd taken more than a turn with Skriver as well, remembering quite clearly that she'd kissed, groped and danced with the Dane to her fiance's delight initially. Then far more hazily she recalled them stripping each other down, working in tandem to give him a blowjob, fondling one another as they took turns fucking him and having her first experiences eating pussy. She knew she'd been locked in a 69 with her, and some other entwinings with her fiance involved but it was all a bit of a blur. A hot, sexy, embarrassing blur that she'd enjoyed but not repeated, somewhat confused about how easily she'd got into it.
When her fiance had suggested the arrangement she'd been a little unsure, despite their one-time threesome, and it had taken her a little while to agree to go with it. It wasn't that she wasn't open to the idea provided both of them were careful, she just wasn't sure it was something she'd take advantage of. She loved him though and wanted him to be happy, knowing he loved her in return and it really would be just for the weekend. She said yes, even though she was adamant she wouldn't be playing away but she was happy for him to do as he pleased.
They went off for their respective weekends with the hall pass to do whatever and whoever they wanted, and they would never talk about it with one another. She would never know what he got up to, and swore to herself not to ask despite her morbid curiosity about it. She was happy to let him do it but certainly didn't want to hear about it, and she was positive he'd never want to hear about it from her.
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Her bachelorette party was a great weekend, which unfolded in a flurry of activities that just tumbled one after another. Her girls had done an amazing job planning it all out for her and she was whisked around from one to the next in organised style, helping herself to plenty of cocktails and fancy food in the process.
The evening devolved somewhat predictably into a meal followed by lots more alcohol, with expensive cocktails on tap and an extensive menu that the girls wanted to drink their way through one after another if their livers could take it. After getting through several and adding to her buzz from her day of drinking, the delicious brunette model was introduced to the inevitable stripper that her friends had hired for the night. Taylor had laughed and rolled her eyes as he came in to entertain her and was begrudgingly led to a chair in front of everyone for her to enjoy it.
She sat back and let him do his thing, admiring his physique and taking it in, able to appreciate the work he put in to look the way that he did. Eating right and working out intently to look a certain way was certainly something she knew about so she had respect for him...and he seemed to know how to move as he shook his moneymaker for her. She laughed and cheered him on tipsily while her friends screamed and encouraged him to push it and gyrate himself closer to the Victoria's Secret model.
He certainly did but only what she could clearly handle, not overstepping his mark with her and keeping it fun. Taylor clapped along and whooped as he stripped down to his underwear, shaking his defined body to the music he'd put on until his routine was over, finishing with a flourish and stepping back as all the girls clapped him. Taylor was grinning as she stood up and drained her drink, loving the fun of it all even as she could see a couple of her friends eyeing her enviously.
"Hey, I hope you enjoyed it," he said to her as she sidled up to him a few minutes later, a fresh drink in her hand, seeing him packing up.
"Yeah it was good fun, thanks for the show," she smiled.
"I try," he replied.
"Evidently. I think my friends enjoyed it as well," she mused, gesturing towards the array of drunken girls she now had with her after a long day lubricated by plenty of alcohol.
"I hope so, it's what I'm here for," he laughed.
"Well you're exactly what we ordered."
"You know, there's more things my service can do for girls like you," he said quietly.
"What do you mean girls like me?" she answered hastily, a little icily as she misinterpreted him.
"I mean girls getting married, girls having their last big party before the big day," he said, quickly clarifying.
"What sort of things? Like what?" she asked, genuinely curious in case the party was missing out somehow.
"Like...personal services," he said, glancing around to make sure they weren't overheard.
"Personal...like a massage or something?" she asked.
"Well that, or anything else you desire. Some girls want a get a little wild on nights like this."
"Are you suggesting..." she started, and he knew exactly where she was going.
"No, no not me, and I'm not propositioning you. I'm merely telling you our service provides such things and if you want...a delivery, it's no problem," he said.
"Well...I mean, that wasn't what I imagined," she said with a smile, surprised at what he was offering to her.
"It's not something that's talked about much, but if you're interested..." he said, trailing off, question obvious.
"Maybe, some of my girls might be certainly," she replied.
"Look, here's a card," he said, handing over the neat, sharp edged black business card to her with a sharp logo and neatly printed phone number beneath it.
"If you're interested, call that number. It'll be handled from there," he said, zipping his bag up.
"Thanks," she said, tucking it into her phone case, "and thanks for the show."
"No problem, we aim to please," he said with a polite nod before she turned and left. Walking away, she pushed her fingers into the case and pulled the card out, taking a quick look at it, black card with gold lettering, looking classy despite what it was she'd been told it offered. She tucked it away again and dismissed it, knowing she wasn't up for any of that...at least that's what she told herself. She tried to keep her mind from her fiance and what he might be doing out in Vegas on his hall pass.
Taylor got back into the party with her girls and forgot about it, quickly swept back up in the atmosphere as they all carried on with the cocktails and music, dancing it up and having the fun she expected. Another couple of hours melted away and people started to slow down, some with tiredness, others from the alcohol, the party flagging as the participants flopped. They decided to call it a night and head back to the hotel rooms, trailing up and saying emotional goodnights as they tumbled into their respective rooms, some of her friends already so trashed she was sure they'd pass straight out on the bed.
She got back into her room, buzzed but full of energy, not ready to give it up and feeling she couldn't just get into bed for the night. It wasn't over and didn't feel complete. Looking at her phone, she noticed the edge of the neatly printed black card sticking out and couldn't help but pull it out again. Sitting and staring at it, she couldn't help but wonder what might happen if she called the number and her thoughts turned to her fiance and what he might be up to without her around.
Her mind tumbled over briefly with scenarios and thoughts, letting herself get a little bit jealous as she imagined the beautiful women he might be with besides her and what he could be enjoying on his stag party. She pushed those thoughts from her mind, reminding herself it was don't ask, don't tell and she really did want him to enjoy himself. And it crossed her mind that this was the chance for her to do the same, as arranged, to be as naughty as she wanted to be, a once in a lifetime opportunity to grasp and have utter enjoyment with.
Nobody would ever know about it. Only her and the guy she fucked, which she was sure would be legally silenced anyway. Everyone would still see her as the perfect princess she was for her husband to be and nothing would change. She'd do it for herself and only herself, just have fun and do something crazy for the night. Turning her phone on, she carefully dialed the number and double checked it before pressing call, feeling her heart rate accelerate. She took a deep breath as it connected and rung briefly.
"Good evening," said the voice on the other end, effortlessly polite and welcoming.
"Er...evening," she replied, taken aback slightly as the voice seemed decidedly female.
