(This story is another episode in the "Sunshine," series, so if you want to know who these people are you may want to read the first two. If you like those, you'll come back to this one. For those who've already read them, enjoy.)
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After the unbelievable spectacles I had just witnessed up to this point while attending Thor and Cindy's wedding, I could never have imagined that there could possibly be any more to behold; but there was. Late in the evening, after the "I do's" had been said, as the champagne flowed and people danced, I looked around the banquet room at the festivities and marveled at how beautiful it all was. Gorgeous women in sexy dresses, dashing gents in tux and tails, it almost seemed like the set of a soap opera. This clan into which Thor had married were truly bold and beautiful, and rich as shit.
Sunshine was sitting knee to knee with another of the bridesmaids, chattering away enthusiastically. I was glad to see my wife enjoying herself at her brother's wedding. Cindy was dragging Thor from table to table, collecting cash goodies in a silk bag and introducing her new husband to a variety of her friends and relatives. This was a good time for me to empty my bladder, so off to the men's room I went.
Others seemed to have the same idea because there were two groomsmen in there talking to each other as they washed their hands at the sink. Gary, one of the groomsmen whose name I actually learned, smiled broadly at me as I entered.
"Dude, glad you're here," he said, tossing a wad of paper towel into the garbage can on the wall. "We've got something to show you that will blow you away!"
"Yeah, dude! Meet us at the elevator when you're finished," said the other guy whose name I never did get.
In the elevator on the way up to Gary's room he explained.
"So, Phil got lucky and fucked one of the bridesmaids last night, but that's not all."
"Yeah, when she left his room early this morning she unknowingly dropped a little portable video camera from her purse."
"And Phil watched what was on it and it was all the stuff the girls were doing at their bachelorette party!"
"But hey man, you can't tell Thor, OK?"
"My lips are sealed," I said as we entered his room. Once in the room, Gary pulled out this little hand held camera from a drawer. It was a little bigger than a deck of cards, and half of it folded open to expose a little video screen that actually had amazing clarity. We all huddled around him watching the images over his shoulder.
"Dude, evidently they had their bachelorette party in one of the girls' rooms where they hired a male stripper like we did for Thor." He paused and looked at both of us. "Well, you know what I mean." We all laughed.
"Ooh, ooh, here he comes," said Gary full of excitement. The video revealed the girls drinking and dancing to music. Whoever the photographer was, she was doing a good job capturing all the action. I caught a few glimpses of my wife, Sunshine dancing and laughing with the other girls. I don't think these guys knew that Sunshine and I were married.
The camera panned to the door and closed in on a good looking man dressed in a tuxedo. As he entered, a collective "Whoo!" went up from the girls. He wasted no time in getting started, as it turned out his tuxedo was a rip-away costume, leaving him in only a white collar, black bow tie, and some sort of red, male sock-thong thing. We all laughed hysterically at it. None of us would ever be seen wearing something so ridiculous. It was built like a jock strap, but instead of a pouch to hold your package, nuts and all, it had a form fitting tube of material that held his pecker with a pouch at the base to hold his balls.
"Thor would never be able to wear that thing," said the guy whose name I didn't get. Nevertheless, he still had a rather impressive package that he swung around at the girls in time with the music.
"Dude, fast forward to the good parts."
Gary pushed a button and the images sped up as the male stripper made his rounds, showing off his stuff, until one point where it was obvious that he had allowed himself to grow hard and was making pelvic thrusts toward each of the girls including the camera operator. Then at some point it seemed as if the girls pulled Cindy into the middle to be the sole recipient of the stripper's ministrations. Gary pushed another button and the images slowed back to regular speed.
The stripper gyrated in front of a clearly blushing Cindy, squatting down in front of her and sliding his hands up and down her hips to the whoops and giggles of the bridesmaids. Then, he looked over his shoulder at the camera, winked, and began to inch the bottom of her tight dress up eventually exposing the nasty little micro G-string all the girls were wearing.
He gently pushed Cindy down to sit on the bed and had her lay back so that her toes still touched the floor. She lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbows so she could see what he had in store for her. Slowly he began to kiss all the plump smooth skin of her inner thighs. After a few minutes of teasing kisses he flattened his tongue onto the green material covering her pussy, soaking the material with his saliva as he licked back and forth. The girls cheered and Cindy smiled as the pleasure of what this man was doing began to sink in.
Now that the gusset of her panties was soaked a darker shade of green, you could see the puffy ridges and folds of her pussy. The camera zoomed in. The details were so clear that it looked like Cindy's panties had been painted on.
""Whoa, you can even see her clit sticking out through the material!"
The camera pulled back as the stripper stood up and flopped his sheathed pud down onto Cindy's panty covered pussy. Slowly he dragged it back and forth as Cindy's mouth dropped open and her eyelids grew heavy with the increased pleasure. He quickened the pace and Cindy began to moan softly.
"Go Cindy, Go Cindy, Go Cindy..." the girls chanted as his pistoning penis pushed her closer to orgasm.
"Man, doesn't look like she's gonna last very long," I said.
As if sensing the same, the stripper lunged forward on top of her, posting his hands on the bed and grinding his rigid rod as hard as he could onto Cindy's panty covered clit. The little G-string rolled itself down enough for her clit to peek over the top each time he dragged his cock backwards across her mound, only to be covered again as the material rolled back up with his forward thrust.
Cindy squeezed her eyes shut, and groaned and shuddered as the friction increased. Her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his hips as she succumbed to the intensity of her orgasm. Then she screamed and everybody froze.
