Erica's Man: Hen Party

"Shit." Erica swore under her breath as she stood by the window, staring out into the garden. "That's literally the main thing she's said she wants." She listened for a few more seconds to whoever was on the other end of the phone call, her frustration apparent to me as I watched, the TV paused so as not to disturb her conversation. "Ok, no problem. I'll see you soon." Erica hung up her phone and stared out of the window for a few more seconds.

"For fuck's sake; why is nothing ever easy?" she muttered, before turning to me after she said goodbye.

"What's happened?"

"That was Rhea. The stripper group for Helen's hen party has cancelled. Rhea's not found a new one yet. I'm going to have to help calling round. I'm a bit worried we wont be able to get a group at this point though."

I understood my wife's disappointment. They had booked all of this so far in advance it seemed unfair for it to fall apart now. Erica, as maid of honour, had sorted the hen party exactly as Helen had asked, from the day activities to the stripper group, and to the "slutty Disney Princess theme for the dress code. I still hadn't been allowed to see my wife's costume because, in her words, "You're going to want to fuck me in it and I don't want it covered in spunk before I go out." She was right of course, and I had agreed to wait until I got her home after the party to fuck my Disney princess. with her hair colour, I wondered if she had gone for the little mermaid, although I wondered how she'd work the fishtail part of the character!

As for the stripper situation, I happened to concur with my wife's assessment. I can't imagine there are that many groups of strippers who are free at two days notice for a Saturday night. Smiling, though, I promised to help, and dutifully began searching the internet.

"She's coming round, soon, by the way," Erica commented, looking up from her phone. "Rhea," she clarified, as I looked over from my laptop. "She thought we might do better working together."

I just smiled and responded that it was no problem, and Erica returned her attention to the task at hand. In truth, I was plenty happy to have Rhea round for a bit. She's my wife's TA at school, and she's hot, with long, toned legs and a pretty face under her shoulder length brown hair. Not to mention, the last time I'd seen her we'd had a memorable foursome, with Rhea and my wife's other colleague Helen, the bride-to-be, both enjoying their first girl-on-girl action with my wife as I fucked all three of them.

I continued searching for male stripper groups - not something I'm used to, and I could tell Erica's was getting a little annoyed as I kept throwing questions her way. It was important though, I felt, to get the measure of what sort of strippers they wanted. Was it just a dance group, or did they want to be sucking off the strippers? Even shagging them? Definitely important questions, and from what Erica said, Helen wasn't aiming for a party where she'd be being spitroasted in front of all of her friends, but had avoided inviting family members or friends she wasn't close with, as she wouldn't be averse to some of her friends getting a little involved with the strippers. From my own experiences with Helen, it wouldn't be out of the realms of possibility for her to join in as well, especially after a few drinks. As I say, important to know, especially when you're helping plan a potential small orgy your wife is attending!

Unfortunately, the groups I found with automatic booking facilities were all booked for that Saturday, so I forwarded email addresses to my wife for any others I found, although we weren't hopeful. Rhea arrived after half an hour or so, flashing me a big, cheeky smile as she came to join Erica at the laptop, which she moved onto the table behind me so they could both look properly. It was always good to see Rhea, partly because she never bothered to cover up much. Even now, when I'd expected her to walk in wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, she had on ripped denim shorts and a small strappy tank top, looking very alluring with her long, tanned legs out and her ample cleavage on show. I wondered which princess she'd be going as on Saturday... whichever it was there was no doubt she'd manage to be a slutty version with ease.

I must admit, I began to let my mind, and my internet searches wander as I heard the girls browsing websites I'd already tried, although it was fun to listen to Rhea particularly, with comments of, "How about them? I'd let that one waggle his dick in my face any time," and "Fuck it, I'm going to book those ones for a private session. Then they can stick those cocks wherever they want with no-one judging me." Erica mostly giggled along, though she did comment on a few being hot as they perused the websites.

As you can imagine, internet searches of hen party strippers bring up two main types of return - actual strippers, and porn videos. After a while, getting on for an hour after Rhea's arrival, I admit to getting bored and clicking on a couple of "bachelorette party" porn videos, and it was as a particularly well endowed black guy was having whipped cream sucked off his cock by a blonde bachelorette in a pink shirt and a sash, that Rhea's voice made me jump from right behind my head.

"Fucking hell! What group is this you're watching? Or are you just on porn now?" She laughed loudly at the last part, swinging round me to sit on my lap, my erection pressing into her arse as she grabbed the mouse out of my hands and began scrolling through the video.

Erica chuckled as she came and stood behind us, Rhea bringing the video to fullscreen and laughing as a man wearing a bear's head ploughed into one of the women in pink from behind.

"Go on then, explain how this is research into a stripper group for Saturday?' Rhea laughed, turning her head and grinning as she rubbed her arse against my erection.

"Well," I began, trying to think on my feet, although I don't think either was really bothered, "I was just thinking if you can't find a group, could you not just hire a few different individuals to come in one after the other? That's what some of them seem to do, and it'd let you suck off a couple, Rhea!"

"Actually not a bad idea, you dirty lying pervert," Rhea laughed back at me, Erica chuckling along at the exchange. "In fact, you go sort that Erica, and I'll suck this idiot off for thinking of it." Rhea's something of a cock lover, and now the state of dress made sense - she'd always planned on a fuck tonight.

Erica raised her eyebrow as I chanced a quick look back. She's never normally bothered, but I don't think we'd had someone be quite as blatant as Rhea in this situation before.

"How many?" My wife asked, simply.

"Just one. I'm going to fuck you both after," came Rhea's reply.

Erica laughed before answering. "Strippers, you idiot. I'm thinking five or six?"

Rhea agreed, already on her knees and lovingly gazing at my erection, which she had quickly released from my own sweatpants. Seconds later, her lips wrapped around my shaft as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, quickly taking good few inches into her throat.

Looking down at the hot brunette sucking my cock, her top still on but her chest heaving below her mouth bobbing along my length, I definitely lost track of what I was doing before, all thoughts of male strippers gone from my mind as my wife's friend sucked me into oblivion - she gives an incredible blow job and knows exactly how to make you reach what you think is the point of no return, before not quite taking you over the edge and drawing out the pleasure even longer. She kept me on the edge for a good half hour, I think, before Erica rejoined us from her computer.

"Ok. I have three individual strippers booked, with start times a half hour apart. Four or five would have been better, but most are already booked and I really don't rate the rest of the ones who aren't. I will do phone calls to them tomorrow to go through everything and explain the situation."

Rhea took my cock from her mouth and offered a well done.

"Well done my arse! If he gets a blow job for thinking of it, you better believe you're eating me 'til I scream for booking it all. Get your arse over here."

Rhea didn't hesitate, following Erica to the sofa, where my wife quickly removed her own pants and knickers to allow her TA access to eat her pussy.

Removing my sweatpants from my ankles, I followed, kneeling behind Rhea on the carpet and peeling her denim shorts off to reveal a lacy red thong, which I moved to the side to slide a couple of fingers into my wife's hot friend. I fingered her pussy for a couple of minutes, before rubbing the tip of my erection, already wet with spit, up and down her moist slit. I entered her easily as she licked my wife's cunt, sliding my cock between her plumped lips to enjoy the wet warmth wrapped around me, drawing small moans from the brunette.

Slowly, I began to thrust into Rhea's pussy, drawing all eight inches all the way out before sliding slowly back in, the brunette moaning in pleasure at the feeling even as my wife moaned at the tongue on her cunt.

Soon, I began to thrust harder and faster, pulling my cock out less and fucking her harder as I gave up trying to hold myself back, a half hour of being kept close to an orgasm ensuring I wouldn't last long with my cock inside her. Sure enough, I fulfilled the stereotype I usually avoid, cum bursting deep into Rhea's cunt as I groaned in ecstasy.

I stayed where I was, buried inside the brunette, for a few seconds after cumming, but she had other ideas, looking up to Erica and saying, "Eat my cummy pussy." Erica immediately changed position to lie down on her back on the sofa, allowing Rhea to climb up and sit on her face as the two ate each other in a 69, Rhea orgasming first soon after and Erica following with an orgasm of her own about a minute later.

After a few minutes catching their breath, Erica asked Rhea if she wanted to stay the night, but with work the next morning, Rhea decided to go so she'd have appropriate clothing to wear in the morning. We said goodnight and the pretty brunette disappeared into the night.

"A fairly successful visit, I'd say," I joked to my wife.

"Very," she laughed. "Although I still would've liked four strippers at least. Helen asked for a group of five to do a dance show, and we're already changing it with the individual dancers after each other. I'm going to look for a bit longer, I think, see if I can find at least one more."

I nodded my acquiescence, telling her I'd help, and after quarter of an hour or so I'd found one that Erica thought was suitable and she completed the online form before we both headed off to bed.

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I woke up early, before my alarm, and found Erica already awake, unable to sleep because of the hen party, she explained. She wasn't happy with how it had worked out, especially with Helen asking for it to be more like a show.

After some discussion, I suggested cutting the time between the strippers and having them come in one by one, but have it build up to have all of them in at the end. If they all kept at least their underwear on until the end, then they could surely choreograph at least a couple of minutes all together to whip their cocks out.

Erica finally smiled about the situation, agreeing that would work more like what she wanted for Helen, while also not putting too much on the separate strippers trying to put too much together as a group.

"I suppose if you got a blow job last night for suggesting individual strippers, you'll be wanting more for that suggestion," my wife grinned, sliding her hands down my pajama shorts to rub at my morning wood.

"Just wanting to help out however I can," I responded, "but yes, I definitely want your legs wrapped around me in the next thirty seconds."

We enjoyed a hard, fast fuck, both of us cumming before we got up at the alarm and got ready for work.

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"Don't tell Erica I've messaged," read the text from Rhea I received during my dinner break. "I have an excellent idea for how we can make up the five strippers she wanted. YOU."

I couldn't help laughing at what I assumed was a joke, and I messaged back as such. Much as Erica loves our lifestyle and loves that we share each other with close friends, there was no way that she would want me waving my cock in front of so many of her friends and colleagues at once.

Rhea had an answer though - she had sourced a large monkey head. Apparently she'd done some more "research" after going home and spent quite a long time watching dancing bear parties.and thought that with a large novelty head on, I could make up the five strippers.

I spent some time thinking about my next message. Rhea clearly actually meant the idea, which I'd initially taken for a joke. I pointed out I'm not a dancer and have no experience stripping, and that Erica might not want me there.

"Erica always wants you there!" was the first response, which was nice! "As for dancing, I don't know how much Erica told you about what Helen wanted, but shes doing a separate hen party with her parents and the groom's sister." I did know about this - Erica, as maid of honour, was attending both. "This is her close friends and colleagues... everyone who's not going to tell her fiancee if she shags a stripper! If you come out last, you'll only need to prance around for a minute or two before you all get your cocks out. After that you can just wander around getting it sucked!" She followed this with, "I volunteer!" and a winking emoji.

"Alright, I'll think about it," I responded, "but I'll need more of a costume than just a monkey head."

"Don't worry, I'm on it," came the response, followed by an assortment of suggestive emojis.

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Erica spent most of Friday evening on the phone to the various strippers, who all agreed to moving the booked time slots, two of them only after Erica explained that the girls were going to be a very raunchy group and if they were up for it, they'd likely get their dick sucked at least, and maybe fuck some of the guests.

I, however, was messaging Rhea, who had come up with a camouflage army uniform for me to go with my monkey head, which in turn had been replaced by a more "realistic" version (the flexible, rubbery sort) which she said she'd changed because the other might be unwieldy. "Don't want it to fall off when you're balls deep in the bride, now, do we?" Rhea's ever irreverent tone I could practically hear when I read the joke made me chuckle.

We arranged for Rhea to drop off the outfit the following day, before the hen party started with a bottomless brunch. Erica had some errands to run in the morning anyway so I knew she'd be out.

Early that evening, Erica received a message and told me happily that Rhea had found a fifth stripper.

I simply smiled and told her I was happy they'd managed to get sorted after all the hard work they'd put into finding what they wanted, and reminded her I had no issue with her having a bit of fun with the strippers. We've been fucking women together for a long time, and she's encouraged me to have sex with other women in her absence loads, but still only once (during Erica's Man: a Second Orgy) had she dabbled with another man. She loves, and generally prefers, to sleep with other women, and again her response was simply, "We'll see. I might just see if I can entice Helen again. She might be more up for me than some stripper just before getting married."

I shrugged. "Whatever you want. Just remember it's never an issue."

She kissed me, and went for an early night, knowing it would be a long day the following day. After the bottomless brunch, they were seeing a show, and only after that was the venue booked where they had the strippers coming. After that, they had a night out dancing and clubbing planned, although I did wonder if they'd all make it out, especially if some got together with a stripper or two. Erica and Rhea would manage, I had no doubt, but who knew about the others.

With Erica upstairs getting ready for bed, I began my research, watching, and practising some dance moves for my first ever professional strip tease the following night. I night have watched a bit of dancing bear porn as well - purely research of course as I decided how best to get my cock into as many mouths, and pussies, as possible.

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Rhea arrived shortly after Erica left to pick up the last bits she needed on the Saturday morning, bringing the camouflage army uniform, with matching thong, which she showed me had buttons up the legs, allowing for the pants to be ripped off as part of the dance. She also brought the whipped cream and chocolate sauce I'd messaged about last night - it seemed from my research that whipped cream was a sure way to get giggling women to put my cock in their mouths, and Rhea had suggested the chocolate sauce herself.

Before trying on the outfit, Rhea asked me, "I know we're keeping you a secret, if we can, but since you are going to be there... do you want Erica kept out of things a bit? Or at least guided towards you?"

I laughed. "I just want Erica to have a great night. I've told her many times, we fuck so many women together I have no issue if she wants to enjoy other men as well. You treat Erica exactly as you would if I wasn't there and the original group of strippers was there. I'd have had no idea then, and I'm happy enough to watch as I am there. If she's doing anything there's a good chance I'll be doing something to one of her friends at the same time, after all!"

Rhea chuckled and agreed to do exactly that, and after checking the outfit all fit, including the monkey head, which thankfully allowed more vision than I'd expected, Rhea kissed me hard, squeezing my cock, before sighing and explaining she was going to leave to ensure Erica didn't come back while she was still there, and to make sure I had a good load of cum ready for the evening.

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I was right, it turned out, about Erica portraying the Little Mermaid with her costume, which I found out only as she came downstairs ready for her lift to the bottomless brunch.

She had been entirely correct not to show me the costume beforehand as well, as my cock stood to attention before she'd even reached the bottom of the stairs, and I would happily have cum all over her apparently homemade real seashell bra, tied on with purple string in a fashion that, while holding it in place, would be very simple to remove.

Her legs were a work of art. Literally. I had wondered why she had needed her little sister Alice's help to get ready, but now it made sense. Aside from a glittery pair of very small (barely covering her arse and dipping low to show some of her mound at the front), blue shorts with a scale pattern, Erica's beautiful legs had been transformed into two glittering halves of a mermaid's tail, scales gleaming all down her legs, and her feet enclosed by fishtail end style dolly shoes. It was, to put it bluntly, a superb effort, and again proved Erica right not to show me any earlier as I think my cum seeping down her legs might have spoiled the effect.

Her hair was done up differently as well, seeming to have more volume than usual, and very like the character's, although she hadn't gone so far as dying it as deep a red as the character herself.

After I'd gathered my wits, and allowed some of my blood flow to return to my brain, I helped my wife out to the car before we both said goodbye to Alice and set off.

It wasn't a long ride, but twenty minutes of controlling my hands to avoid ruining Erica's costume wasn't as easy as it should have been. I managed, despite Erica assuring me that the body paint wouldn't be spoiled anyway.