I had so much fun at the bachelor party! Mark helped me get ready, helped me pick out my clothes, and made sure everything was perfect. Let me back up. My name is Debbie. I'm a nurse. Mark is my loving husband. He shares me well. And he always helps me get ready for my dates. He picks my clothes, helps me with my hair and make up. He paints my toenails and fingernails. He even helps shave my pussy, making me nice and smooth for my friend, or in this case, friends. I stand about 5'7", 130 lbs, 36C tits with gum drop nipples, shapely legs, short curly auburn hair, and brown eyes.
Once a month, I work a shift with a hot young doctor, Ryan. He and I flirt. Enough to know that we would have a great time together, but not enough to make it happen. And that's only because he's engaged. And from what I understand, not having sex with his fiancee. I don't know if he's a virgin or not, but if he's not, he doesn't seem like he would be very experienced. I don't know why I think that, it's just the vibe I get from him.
Anyway, I found out he was having a bachelor party last night. I found out his brother, Rick, was organizing it and I went to talk to him. I told him I worked with Ryan, and wouldn't it be fun if I showed up as the entertainment? I assured him I could handle whatever was thrown at me, and that I would be good for the party. He agreed, only if we didn't tell Ryan I was going to be there. I thought that was perfect. I flirted extra hard with Ryan the next weekend we worked together.
I showed up at the party in my little school girl uniform. Having gone to Catholic school, I could assure you the nuns would not have approved this outfit! If I had to kneel to check the length of this skirt, I would have been sent home from school. I planned to do a lot of kneeling at the party. It is a short plaid skirt, pink, with a white button down blouse, unbuttoned. I had on white fishnets thigh highs, white fuck me pumps and nothing else. The shirt was tied in a knot between my tits. Ryan's family and friends were there when I came in. They had already knocked back a few and were feeling pretty good when I came in. The music started and I started dancing. I danced with each of the guys, close, and let them have a look or a feel down my shirt.
And then I came to Ryan. The music slowed, and so did I. I danced super close and super slow against Ryan's body. I took off my shirt for Ryan, letting him get a look at the tits that he'd been eyeing for months at work. I turned and bent over, grabbing my ankles and pressing my ass tight against his crotch. I moved forward enough to raise my skirt and show him I was not wearing anything under the skirt. I could feel him stiffen against me and I grew wet knowing I planned on fucking him later. He didn't know that, and neither did Rick. But I knew that it had to be then, or it would never happen for us.
After I was done performing, I put my shirt back on, unbuttoned and untied, and worked the party some. Talking to all the guys. I met Ryan's father, Alan, and his nephew Matt. And of course, I knew Rick. Ryan and I talked a little more, and then I told him I had a present for him; but we had to find somewhere quiet so I could give it to him. We found a quiet room in the back of the house. I kissed Ryan, I knew it was a do or die moment. He backed off and looked at me. Then he came back, grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
It was on then, hands were roaming and our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. He backed off again and said, "I can't do this Debbie. I want to, but I don't think I can. I am getting married tomorrow. And, God I want to, but..."
"It's ok Ryan, I understand; but let me a least give you a blow job. I want to taste you, once, before I never have a chance again."
I got down on my knees and slowly worked his pants open, giving him plenty of time to resist me. He didn't stop me and I didn't stop. I worked his cock out of his pants and looked up at him as I touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. "Tell me no and I will stop," I said.
He didn't say no. So I took his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around the head. Ryan closed his eyes, leaned back against the wall and wrapped his fingers in my hair. He pulled me closer, and put his whole cock in my mouth. I loved the way he felt, the way he tasted. He was velvety soft skin over rock hard muscle, and tasted all male. I wanted this to last, so I just played and teased at him with my mouth and tongue. I was slowly licking him, kissing him, sucking him into my mouth. I took him all the way into my throat, burying my nose in his pubes. This went on for awhile, I am not sure how long. When I pulled back off his cock and looked up at him again. I asked him with my eyes if he wanted more as I was stroking his cock in my hand.
He looked down at me, and nodded. I flipped up my skirt and bent over on all fours. I looked over my shoulder at him, and wiggled my ass. He knelt between my thighs, and started rubbing his cock over my wet slit before finding home. He pushed into me, all the way, in one swift stroke. I cried out my pleasure as he started hammering in and out of my dripping pussy. I knew this wasn't going to be a soft and gentle fuck, but I wanted it hard and fast. Ryan didn't last long when he pulled out and came on my thigh. We cleaned up and went back to the party.
I continued to work the room, talking and letting the guys cop a feel. I can't tell you how many times I had my nipples pinched lat night. But it felt so good. And then I came home and Marked fucked me good when I told him the details. I fell asleep completely satisfied. And I woke this morning to a phone call from Rick. Rick told me he video taped my encounter with Ryan. He wanted to talk to me about the wedding reception tonight. He told me he would keep it quiet, and not tell the bride...if I would take care of him, his dad, and his son. Rick and Ryan's mom died a few years ago, so Alan hadn't been with anyone in awhile. Rick was divorced. His 18 year old son, Matt, was a virgin. Rick thought I would be good for Matt. I told him I would talk to Mark, but I would probably be ok to meet his demands. I didn't want Ryan to get in any trouble.
Of course, Mark agreed. He didn't mind sharing me, so this was just another fun time for us. I decided I needed to go shopping for a new dress, and get my hair done for the big event. I bought a long silver dress. It went over one shoulder and fit me like a glove. I wore no bra and no panties, but had thigh high stockings and 4 inch strappy silver heels to go with it. I looked like a million bucks; Mark told me so!
The wedding was nice, but I couldn't concentrate. I was dripping in anticipation for what would come later. Mark left the reception early, saying he'd pick me up in the morning. Sometimes, he liked to watch, but this time, he decided to let me have my fun alone. At the reception, I danced in turn with Rick, Alan, and Matt. Each one whispering in my ear about what they wanted to do to me later. It made me more and more wet thinking about all the fun I was going to get to have later.
The bride and groom left, and the party died down. Earlier, Alan had given me a key to the suite he had rented. He had told me that I needed to get there first and wait for them. So, I left the reception shortly after the happy couple did and went to wait in the lavish suite we would be fucking in. I took off the dress when I got in the room and found a nice wine waiting for me. I had a glass or two while waiting.
Eventually, the men showed up. I was sitting demurely on the couch, even though I was nude except for shoes and hose. Rick asked if I wanted to see last night's tape. Of course I did, and even asked if I could have a copy for Mark and me. We all watched the tape, and hands were roaming all over my body as we watched. I didn't know who was touching what, and I loved it!