Bachelorette party -- the wedding
Authors note: This story is the continuation of Bachelorette party, and you really need to read that story before this one will make much sense. It assumes you are familiar with the characters and names.
I'm going to list this under Erotic Couplings, but I intend it to end up eventually falling under Romantic. So there are some romantic elements embedded, not to mention the significant amount of exhibition and public sex involved with these horny girls!
I hope you all enjoy it!
I knew that if I didn't deal with Martha, the busybody neighbor across the street, that word of me fucking a black girl in my shed would spread all over the neighborhood like wildfire. While my daughter may believe that it doesn't matter what people think, the reality is that I have to live here and THAT does matter. My late wife would have been appalled at my behavior with the girls over the weekend, though I'm not at all sure how much of it was my choice. The girls wanted a sexy stripper for their bachelorette party and my daughter had unwittingly played right into their hands in her attempt to get me and the bride's mother together.
In her defense, I'm confident she didn't intend for it to end up the way it did. There was no way she could ever have guessed that the only thing they had left me to wear, my swimsuit, was going to be ripped and unwearable, and a bunch of half-drunk, sex crazed women weren't about to leave a guy with only a towel around his waist alone. In one respect, my daughter had gotten part of her wish. She wanted me to crawl out of the hole I'd dug for myself after my wife passed, and I would say I was now definitely out of that hole.
When I pulled into the driveway after work, I could see Martha standing outside, watering her flowers in her usual t-shirt and shorts. After what I saw yesterday when she had watched me filling Tabitha, I suspected that the shorts and shirt were ALL she had on, at least they were yesterday. I stood next to the car and took off my suit coat and tossed it into the car, followed by my tie. I unbuttoned a couple buttons of my dress shirt and headed down my long gravel driveway, headed to see what I could do to fix this. About halfway down the hundred foot long drive an idea hit me and I headed back to the house. I grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator in the garage and headed towards her house again.
"Hey Martha! You look thirsty," I said from about twenty feet from behind her, trying not to startle her. She spun around in surprise, apparently not having heard me walking across the grass towards her. The hose, apparently not an automatic shut off kind of nozzle, spraying me with its wide stream for two or three seconds before she realized what was happening, and then she twisted the nozzle the wrong way, turning the wide cone of spray into a straight stream before finally turning it back to the wide cone and then off. I stood there, the front of my dress shirt and slacks dripping as she stood with her hand over her mouth, shocked at what she had accidently done.
"Oh damn. Dale! I'm so sorry!" she finally said, stepping towards me and reaching out to try and uselessly brush the water off my shirt, her hands running down my soaked chest and even down across my crotch a few times, trying to wipe the water from my dress pants.
I chuckled and looked down at myself. "Well, that wasn't quite the reception I was expecting."
She looked at me laughing and then broke into laughter herself, taking a couple steps back when she realized that brushing the water off my now soaked shirt wasn't going to accomplish much. We stood there, laughing at the situation for almost half a minute before we let it slip to smiles. "I brought you a beer. I thought you looked thirsty," I said as I held one of the bottles out towards her.
"Cooled off enough? Or should I hose you down a bit more?" she asked awkwardly, trying to make a joke out of the absurd situation before reaching for the offered bottle.
"No. I think I'm cooled off enough for the moment," I joked back as I cracked the lid on the bottle of beer I still had. I took a short drink and then waited for her to do the same.
"Should have had the hose with me yesterday," she said, her face turning serious. "Sam would have been shocked to see what I saw."
"Yeah. I kinda thought we needed to talk about that."
"What's to talk about? You're a big boy. You can have sex with anyone you want," she said, looking down at the ground. "Just wouldn't have thought you'd go for the young ones. What was she? Twenty-one or two?"
"Just over thirty I think she said," I answered her.
"And the rest of the girls? They weren't exactly wearing a hell of a lot."
"Yeah. That was a bachelorette party," I answered her. "I never quite understood why a bunch of girls would get together and feel the need to wear such skimpy stuff and want male strippers and stuff."
"Didn't look like you were wearing much more," she said.
"The pink shorts?"
"Oh? Did you have shorts on? Didn't look like it to me," she said with a frown.
"Yeah. Well, that was Tabitha. She had the honors of letting me take care of the results of all the teasing they'd been doing all morning."
"The two of you seemed to be enjoying it," she said before taking another swig of the beer. "Like I said, you can have sex with whoever you want. It's none of my business."
"Come on Martha. We've known each other way to long to play that kind of game. We both know that if you didn't care what was going on, you wouldn't have walked over yesterday to find out."
"Maybe."
"Am I proud of what I did? Not really. Hell, there's a lot of the weekend that I'm not particularly proud of. But if you're going to get stuck naked in front of a bunch of girls for the better part of a day...well, I guess girls get turned on too."
"Naked? Why the hell would you run around naked in front of all those girls!?"
"Wasn't my choice actually," I said with a short chuckle. "See, Jenny thought that it would be a perfect way to force me to get to know the mother of the bride. And before you ask, yes that is exactly how she meant it. So, before we left she snuck my bag out of the truck and I ended up going to the lake with nothing to wear but a swimsuit. They did the same thing to Melissa, the bride's mom. They figured if they forced us to share a tent and we didn't have anything but wet swimsuits, that we'd end up in bed together...naked. Nature being what nature is, they figured they had a foolproof plan. They didn't count on me having an accident with my swimsuit and tearing it so it wasn't wearable."
"Not at all?"
"Well, not that it would have made any difference if I was naked. The whole front was torn open."
"Oh my. I'd have been so embarrassed."
"I was. Especially since they had on these tiny little bikinis, and you can imagine the effect of that."
"So, there you were, naked and...well...hard."
"That's about the size of it."
"And the girls? They just what? Watched?"
"Ohhhhhh hell no. Seems they really wanted to hire a couple male strippers but couldn't find a way to get them to where we were camping. So, they just decided to turn me into their sex toy instead."
"And you let them!?"
I took another swig of my beer and then looked at her. "Honestly Martha, by that point I'd been teased and touched so much by them that I wasn't thinking very clearly. Once the first one managed to get me to have sex with her... well... it was pretty much open season on me. As soon as I'd get hard again, one of them would be trying to get me into her."
"All of them? I mean... ALL of those girls?"
"Like I said, I'm not proud of some of what happened. But it happened and I won't throw blame on them. They may have started it, but I let it happen."
"And the shed?"
"Tabitha? She said she drew the long straw. Which was her way of saying the girls elected her to make sure I wasn't left hanging and horny."
"Well. Seemed to me like you were enjoying it."
"I'd be a fool not to. Just like you enjoyed watching," I said quietly.
"I didn't! I was...I started to...I came over to..." she said before turning and storming away, throwing the bottle of beer to the side as she stomped across the grass towards her house.
"Well, that didn't help much, did it?" I asked myself as I turned around and headed towards my own house. After drying off and changing into some shorts and a t-shirt, I headed out back to start the grill for dinner. If there was one thing I loved, it was grilled food. Brats, steaks, pork chops, you name it. Grilled is my favorite way to prepare meat. I lit the charcoal and settled into one of the lounge chairs on the deck with my Kindle to read the novel I'd started a few days before. After reading for about ten minutes, I set the book aside and lay my head back, thinking about Shania.
With my eyes closed, I could easily picture her sitting in the truck next to me, her big breasts out, wiggling slightly with each bump the truck ran over, and her knees lifted and spread so I could see her pussy. My mind imagined her gently stroking her wet slit, dipping one finger between her lips intentionally teasing me, trying to make me hard so she could sit on my hard cock. It didn't take much to remember her sitting on me in the boat, my hands squeezing her huge tits, drawing milk from them with each squeeze. I pushed the front of my shorts down and wiggled my butt until I could push them down to my thighs. I let my hand slowly stroke myself, thinking about Shania slowly sliding up and down my dick, almost afraid to climax that first time.
"Oh Jesus," I heard Martha say from the side gate to the backyard.
I opened my eyes and looked across, and sure enough there she was, just inside the gate of the chain link fence, realizing what I had been doing.
