by Oldfarticus (originally written long ago under the name "DOM.")
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I wondered what was going through my Glenda's mind. She looks great to me, but she is in her late 30s and all those little cupies working in her office were a bit on the wild side. Still, she assured me, she "had" to go to the bachelorette party -- it was for her secretary. This definitely wasn't her scene and I figured my wife would share a drink or two, make a toast and split.
I knew she wouldn't fit in by the way she was dressed. She had worked late at the office and was still in her "supervisor" dress. She had only had time to freshen up a bit at home before I heard the toot of a horn. As she waved bye to me on her way out, I noticed that she had managed to at least dump her pantyhose. Ten hours in the nylon prison was enough I guess.
While I was still chuckling over the mental image of my wife running around from bar to bar with all of those kids, my buddy Eddie called.
"I hear you're on your own tonight."
"Who told you that?"
"Eli is going out with that same bunch. Why don't we catch a few brews ourselves?"
Seemed like a good idea to me, so we hit the road. A couple of bars (and several beers) later, we were driving past a real dive when Eddie punched me.
"Look at that that's my wife's car! What the hell are they doing there?"
That's when I saw the sign "Closed for Private Party".
So, this is where the batchelorette party was being held. What a dump! I guess this was all they could afford. Just then, I saw a guy walk out of the door and lean against the wall. We pulled over and got out.
"What's going on we wanted a couple of beers and you're closed?"
"Just for two or three hours. There's a bunch of drunk dames in there having some kind of party. I had to take my break before they get wound up good."
"Damn, we drove all the way out here for nothing! Can you slip us a drink or two?"
"No way! Out here the cops are always watching us and that's all we would need. Open drinks in the parking lot. Tell you what though, slip me a few bucks and I'll let you in the back way. Then you can have a few drinks AND watch those crazy cunts."
Eddie and I looked at each other and nearly knocked the bartender over as we rushed in.
It took awhile for our eyes to adjust, but the bar that looked like a dump on the outside REALLY was a world-class dump! The tables were filthy, half the chairs were broken, sawdust was on the floor, and the so-called band was really playing behind a chicken-wire cage.
Right in the middle of all of that squalor was a slightly elevated square stage and there sitting all around it were the women including my wife and Eddie's wife. Every last one of them looked like they were totally blitzed. I guess my wife had a few too many drinks and was there for the duration.
About that time, the "band" played their version of a fanfare and a guy in a tux hopped up on the stage.
"Ladies! It's time for the contest! As you all know, this is Karen's last night as free woman! We have been told that she's the best make-out artist in your office and can give a man a boner from across the room!"
The women exploded in laughter as they pointed at Karen and made her stand up.
"A few of you have told her to enjoy herself tonight as this might be the last time she feels sexy! Looking at y'all, I can see that there are a couple sporting wedding rings and they still look HOT to me!"
Now, it was Karen's turn to point to our wives while the other women made them stand up too.
The "ringmaster" continued, "we've taken up a collection and have a pot of money here that says that the married gals still have IT! To prove our point, we've arranged a little contest. We've got three guys waiting backstage and they're bringing up three couches to the stage. We bet this whole pot of money that one of the married women can make out better that little Karen! Are you ready?"
Both of the wives tried backing out, but their friends all teased them without mercy until they finally agreed to "try" just a little bit.
Eddie and I started forward, but the bartender stopped us cold. "Boys, you're not part of this game and you're staying right here or you can leave now!"
We looked over and the big bastard was holding an even bigger baseball bat. Neither Eddie nor I were in any shape to take on that gorilla, so we settled back into our seats to see what happened.
By the time we looked back, the women were all clustered around the stage and three guys were standing beside three worn out couches. Karen and our two wives were led to the stage and introduced to their "partners" for the contest.
Karen grabbed her guy, pulled him tightly against her, and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Glenda was still staring at the floor and Eli was actually trying to leave.
The second guy grabbed Eddie's wife and pushed her down on the couch. He started kissing her as he slowly slipped a hand under her dress. She struggled for a few minutes and then her body began to respond as her dress rose higher and higher. Eli still had on her pantyhose, but moments later; we could all see that they were the "sheer to the waist" style. Her dark pussy hair was clearly matted against the fabric. The guy ran his finger up and down her slit until she was squirming on the couch. Suddenly, he stood up and dropped his pants to the floor. His rigid cock was straining to escape from his shorts as he climbed between Eli's legs and began to dry-hump Eddie's wife. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it to the side. Eli's bra was totally sheer and her nipples were hard as little diamonds.
Eli's "date" nibbled on first one and then the other.
The rest of the women cheered and chanted as he humped and sucked while Eddie's wife moaned in lustful pleasure. The guy stood up once more and tossed his shorts to the frantic women. Once again, he crawled between her legs and began rubbing his bare cock against Eli's nylon covered cunt. Faster and faster as the drunk women cheered him on.
I heard Eddie catch his breath as the stranger with his wife arched his back, bellowed like a bull and shot rope after rope of hot cum onto his wife's belly. He wiped his cock off on her pantyhose, stood up, took a bow, and left the stage.