This true story is about how I became a cuckold. When I became engaged, despite my objections my friends decided to hold a bachelor party for me. Since they knew I would object, they had to trick me into coming. My best friend John called me and asked if I wanted to watch the Redskins football game on his big screen TV the following Sunday. Being a huge Skins fan, I jumped at the chance and arranged to meet him at his house at 12:00 sharp so we could catch the pre-game show on ESPN!
I should have known something was up when the beer and snacks were flowing freely and more and more of my friends started showing up "unexpectedly". The Skins were crushing the hated Cowboys and I was getting totally trashed. At the end of the game I was much too drunk to drive and was sitting in a big soft armchair when a beautiful woman in a trench coat walked in. I wasn't too drunk to see what was coming, but I was too drunk to stop it. She whipped off the coat and underneath was dressed (kind of) in white bustier, stockings, thong and spiked heels.
As she danced in front of me taking off her bustier, I tried to get up and leave, but several of my friends held me down and I was helpless to move. Two more friends pulled my pants down and the stripper climbed up into the chair until she was sitting on my lap.
As much as I wanted to leave, I began thinking with my small head and when the stripper started rubbing up and down on my penis, I stopped offering even token resistance. Eventually I couldn't help myself and began thrusting my hips so I was rubbing my throbbing cock against her silk thong and was soon on the verge of coming. She leaned over and began rubbing her magnificent 36C breasts into face. This was all too much for me and with my friends standing around cheering I shot the biggest load of my life all over the stripper. Unfortunately, just as the last of my load was dripping down the strippers' stomach, my fiancé Sharon walked in.
When I looked up and saw the look on her face, I knew I was in the biggest trouble of my life. As Sharon turned to walk out, I pushed the stripper off my lap and tried to run after her. Unfortunately, between my drunken condition and my pants down around my ankles, I tripped and by the time I got my pants up she was gone.
For the next several days I left numerous messages on Sharon's answering machine, but she refused to accept my calls and would not answer the door when I went to her apartment. I was sure that the wedding was off, but didn't know what to do.
Finally, she called me and said that we needed to meet to discuss this. I was so desperate I would have done anything to put our relationship back together and agreed to her meeting. I went to her apartment ready to make any compromise. You can image my surprise when I showed up and she was acting as if there was no problem. She said that she understood that I had been tricked into what happened and that after thinking things over she wasn't mad at all. As a matter of fact, she said that in order to prove there were no hard feelings she wanted to have a party we could both enjoy.
I couldn't believe my good fortune and she arranged to have a party the following Sunday at her place and invited all of my friends. At first it seemed like a replay of the infamous bachelor party. The Skins were kicking ass and the beer was flowing. After the game, I was sitting on the couch and when I looked up Sharon was coming out of the bedroom in a trench coat! She took it off and was wearing an outfit identical to the stripper. My fiancé is very attractive, she has great 36C breasts, a tiny waist and nice legs that come together at a clean shaven vagina. You can't imagine my humiliation seeing her on display for all of my friends. I was also very surprised when I saw the stripper from the first party walk out behind her.
Sharon introduced me to Marcia and said that since I had gotten a chance to see her with no cloths on, it was only fair that she get to see me with no cloths on. . Drunk as I was I tried to get up off my chair and two of my friends grabbed me and tied to the chair I was sitting in. As I sat there helpless my other friends pulled my cloths off and I was left there with my dick on display for all to see.
Marcia walked up behind me and began to message my dick. Sharon said that I had one chance for her not to take her cloths off for everyone. She was going to start a striptease and would stop when I came. With that, she began to walk from man to man, rubbing her tits and thighs and get everyone horny. Marcia was purposely stroking my dick too slowly and holding it too lightly to let me cum. After several minutes Sharon said that it was obvious that I wanted her to take something off and to the delight of the crowd, she exposed a single breast.