The Bachelor Party

This is the story of being a friend in need and contains extramarital relations, but is not a BTB story. Stop reading if this offends your sensibilities.

"Are you serious?" Jules Liam asked, "I assumed you'd want your brother."

Ben Baldwin slapped his old college roommate on the shoulder, "I want you to be my best man. James will be in the wedding party but it's you who's always been my best friend," the 24-year-old man said.

"I'd be honored...thrilled. Man! That means I have to put together a bachelor party with...Marcia will insist there will be no strippers," he said.

Ben nodded, "She didn't say that...she said no whores...which isn't the same as exotic dancers," he smiled.

Jules nodded, "Then let's make sure we don't have any whores at your party. I still think James with his twisted mind would do this party justice."

Ben chuckled, "I might have suggested that he help you plan it."

Ben and Jules were thrown together freshman year at Northwestern. At first, it didn't look as if they'd be friends as Jules was a business major and Ben was studying the arts. He played the trumpet in a jazz band, wrote poetry, and rarely had hands free of oils or acrylics. Perhaps, it was because opposites attract that they did become friends and found they often double-dated or went into Chicago on weekends.

Jules met Beth in one of his Business Analytics classes at Kellogg. They became a thing and soon was making the trips into the city with the two boys. Ben had many girls along but few who stayed. It was as if Ben found flaws where no others ever would. The exception was Beth. Ben never once found anything negative to say about her.

Ben told Jules more than once that he should let him take Beth out. "She's everything a guy like me wants," he smiled. "We 'Bs' have to stick together. You're a 'J'...Jerks, Jugs, Joints, Jaws, Jews, and Jeeps. Stick with your own kind. Beth's a Baptist and has brains, beauty, body, boobs, butt, blonde hair, and drives a Beemer. I'm a 'B' and well, you're a 'J.' Oh, you have to tell me. How are her BJs? Never mind, if you marry her, she'll be Beth Liam...who the fuck wants to be named that? Beth Baldwin sounds so much better." Jules knew that it wasn't the alliteration that drew him to Beth. She had everything Ben said. Flowing blonde hair, a body that Victoria's Secret models would kill for, perfect breasts, C-cups above a narrow waist, and an ass that was just begging to be stroked. Ben did that every time he hugged her and Jules was so used to it that he barely noticed.

Jules remembered laughing at the thought of Beth becoming Beth Liam. It was one of those coincidental names but he was too focused on getting his MBA to think about any other long-term plans. On the other hand, he and Beth were exclusive all through school, and by the time they strode across the stage to get their MBAs, their names were called back-to-back...Jules and Beth Liam. Ben had a blast as best man making multiple biblical jokes about Beth's married name.

It was just 6-months later that Ben announced he found the girl and her name didn't begin with B. Marcia Sprite was aptly named. She barely reached 5 feet and with her red hair and Irish heritage was as fiery as a woman could get. It was strange that Ben rarely kept his sexual encounters to himself but Jules and Beth never heard a word from their friend after meeting Marcia. They discovered why one night when they met after work at a downtown bar.

"Marcia is well, Catholic," Ben slurred, "I mean really Catholic. I guess Jesus will know if she opens her legs to any man who is not her husband." He took a swig of his 4th beer, "Jesus is OK with handjobs and I can touch her breasts but Lord knows what wrath will be rained down upon us if I get anywhere close to her precious pussy," he sighed.

Beth grabbed Ben's hand in alarm, "Wait! Does that mean you haven't had pussy in...how long have you been dating?"

"7 months...7 long and agonizing months," he said softly. "I love her, I really do but if I don't get at least..." he looked at Beth, "At least one of the 'Bs'..." he said.

"Blowjob?" Beth smiled. "What are the other 'B's? Butt? Between her legs?"

Jules chuckled, "I think it was our Junior year, Ben suggested I give you to him...he said...crap, I can't even remember all of it. Something about you 'Bs' have to stick together and that you've got brains, body, bust..."

Ben looked up and shook his head, "Beth's a Baptist and has brains, beauty, body, boobs, butt, blonde hair, and drives a Beemer. We 'Bs' have to stick together. You still have that car...I always loved that thing," he slurred. "I never asked," he said to Jules, "Does she give great BJs? Boob fucks?"

Jules smiled and nodded before checking that Beth wasn't offended.

Beth laughed, "You guys said that?" She looked at her husband, "I hope you told him that I give great BJs. I'll be pissed if not." Then she palmed her tits, "These aren't even that big. I mean, who was it? Julie? She had those huge knockers," she chuckled.

Ben nodded, "I missed class once because I couldn't find my way out. Spent the entire day inside her cavernous creamy cleavage beneath her clavicle," Ben said softly. "I had to follow the pools of cum I'd deposited earlier to find my way out...finally saw one of her nipples on the horizon and I knew I was free. It was hell," he sighed.

Jules smiled, "I might want to go to hell...joking, joking," he said as he glanced at his wife.

Beth shook her head, "I get why you're frustrated...but Marcia won't even let you finger her? Play with her pussy?"

Ben shook his head, "Nope. I've suggested it over and over but she says that Jesus wants her to wait. No one has ever touched her there and as far as I know, she's never jerked off," he said as he shook his head, "I don't even remember what a nice wet pussy feels like."

"Beth, you should be a good friend and let Ben have a feel," Jules joked.

The blonde shook her head, "You know how a touch leads to more. Careful what you are suggesting," she said.

Ben grinned, "If you let me have a quick feel I might take your beautiful wife right here on the table." He tested the solidity with both hands. "This would hold up...for a couple of minutes, at least."

Jules chuckled, "So twice as long as you'll last."

"Holy shit," Beth sighed, "I sure would love to be a fly-on-the-wall for you guys first fuck."

Jules nodded, "You could tape it for us. I'll bet it would be TikTok length."

The trio chuckled at that but Ben didn't argue. At this point, just having his cock slide into a woman's mouth or pussy would probably trigger an eruption.

Beth drove Ben's car back to his place with Jules following. She let him lean against her with his hand stroking her thigh. Beth was relieved that the man lived just 20 minutes from the bar as he was getting close to touching what he wanted most. She was so used to his hands wandering she didn't push his hand away and even parted her legs.

That night, Beth and Jules cuddled after an enthusiastic love-making session, "I don't care if he is engaged, we need to get Ben laid," she said softly. After they both came, she collapsed onto her husband's chest and she could feel his cock still pulsing inside her. "We've known him for over 6 years and I don't remember him going 7 days without pussy let alone 7 months."

"Are you suggesting that you...?" Jules asked.

"Hell no. That would change the dynamics of our friendship," she said, "plus, didn't you tell me he has a bigger cock than yours? I might not want to come home."

Jules chuckled as he stroked his wife's smooth back, "It is strange how long he's gone. I'll bet he had years where he didn't go 7 hours at any point." He kissed Beth, "but I like Marcia. She's bright, funny, athletic, beautiful...hell, I can see their wedding night now. I'll bet both will be so ready they tear the bed apart going at it."

Beth nodded, "I had the same thought. How the hell can she have a cock in her hand and not want it in her mouth...her cunt?" she shook her head. "Remember our first date?"

Ben chuckled, "I picked you up and you looked me in the eyes and said firmly, "I don't know what you expect but I never do anything on the first date. It's a rule," he said in a falsetto.

Bath slapped his chest, "I do not...did not sound like that. OK, I did say that."

Ben smiled and then at the movie you reached for the popcorn but missed," he chuckled.

"You always deny it but I know you evil men, you moved the bucket," she chuckled.

Ben nodded, "I often wish I had planned that. Anyhow you grabbed my cock and I thought you'd yank your hand back but you didn't."

"I'd never felt a penis that soft yet so big." She rolled off him and stroked his cock, "And I suddenly had to know how big it would get if I played with it. You know, we never did see the end of the movie...what was it? R.E.D.? It has to be streaming somewhere." she chuckled as she crawled down to take him into her mouth.

Ben smiled as he recalled the rest of the night. Beth wanted him hard again and again eagerly using her soft hands and mouth before pulling him into her pussy. He lay back and enjoyed one of Beth's incredible 'B' skills as she deep-throated his 8" cock.

Beth loved how quickly Jules recovered after a good fuck. Most guys needed at least an hour but Jules could get it up as quickly as 10 minutes later. Then she felt gratitude his cock was impressively fat as well as long. Jules told her once but never again even when she probed, that Ben was the only guy he'd ever seen in the showers with a larger cock. She wondered if that was true but all external indicators were that it was a definite possibility.

Jules pulled on his wife's hips until she was straddling his face. He never was one of those guys who feared tasting his sperm. He didn't like the taste but wasn't repulsed. He also loved 69 as it felt more intimate than intercourse. He gripped her tight, muscular ass as he probed her swollen lips. He had to swallow not just his huge load but her flowing juices. He probed her ass as he tongued her pussy and played with her puckered hole that 4402was slick with fluids. She loved ass-play and as he moved to her clit he plunged his middle finger inside her rectum.

Beth groaned as she felt the tickling becoming a throbbing ache. She loved feeling a finger inside her ass almost as much as a nice cock. Not just in her ass but being used by two men. Before she met Jules she was dating her high school sweetheart and his roommate at the same time. It wasn't that she would go out with one one night and then the other, it was both at the same time. She spent a year with Dan and Billy rotating the use of her three orifices. She never told Jules about any of that as she had no idea how he would take it...but the past is the past, he always said.

Jules plunged his finger more aggressively into Beth's ass as she ground her pussy into his face. She was getting close so he flicked his tongue rapidly on her clit and that was the final touch.

Beth opened her mouth on Jules' cock as she cried out. She wetly grunted as she felt the waves pulse through her body. Jules was pressing his mouth against her pussy, his middle finger pushing hard against her anus as she writhed against him. When she felt the last vestiges of her orgasm fade, she rolled off him. She lay on her back panting as she took in his glistening face. She pulled her knees against her chest exposing her wet asshole. She smiled and nodded toward the bathroom. "You should get the lube. I need a 'C' in my 'B'."

* * *

This was it, the day of Ben's bachelor party. It was also the day of Marcia's bachelorette party and not-so-sadly, Beth couldn't make it. She had to be out of town for business but she wasn't Marcia's favorite person. The redhead was fully aware that Ben lusted after the beautiful blonde and was stiffly polite whenever they went out together. If it were up to the bride, Beth would not have been invited but her Maid of Honor told her it would be rude not to invite the Best Man's wife. At least, Beth's sister was going so she'd get a report back on how it went.

Jules looked around. He had a hard drive full of porn...all redheads and most getting DPed, spit-roasted, and gangbanged. It wasn't his idea but James's. The man had an evil grin when he handed it over. Jules had arranged for a stripper but she was blonde. It wasn't until later that he realized she could have been Beth's sister. Was this something subliminal? Did Ben truly lust after Beth? He knew he liked her and admired her body, but how much? As he looked around, he felt a small pang in his stomach seeing the chair in the middle of the room. A woman who looked like Beth would be giving the groom-to-be a lapdance.

The night started out as expected with the guys trickling in and grabbing beers from the cooler. The 83" OLED TV was showing Faye Reagan on her hands and knees on the couch. She was gleefully being speared from both ends with a party going on in the background. All the guys were making jokes about how this wasn't a video but a webcam of Marcia's bachelorette party and his bride-to-be was going to get 50 yards of cock inside her before the night is out.

"You need to get one," James said to Jules as he handed a beer to his brother.

"Can't. I have to leave at 11:30. We're doing a major cutover tonight. I have to be on-site until at least noon tomorrow."

James looked around, "Shit, when does Beth get back? Who's going to clean up?"

"I got it. I'll have tomorrow and Sunday. She's back on Sunday around 6. I have to get this place back to normal since I never told her I had to switch the party to here. Really bad luck that Dom got COVID, I mean, he has that pool out back. That would have been interesting with the stripper."

James shook his head, "I'll enlist a couple of guys to at least get all the beer bottles and cans cleaned up. We'll do what we can. You'll be fucking exhausted tomorrow." His attention was pulled away as the beautiful blonde came in the front door.

Anne looked around at the 20 men until she saw the groom being pulled onto the chair. She hated bachelor parties since men, alcohol, pussies, and boobs never were a great combination. She put a rider in her contract that said no sex except for lapdances. If they want more...even a blowjob it would be $5,000 extra. She found that normal promises went out the window once she got naked and rubbed her ass on the groom's cock but the threat of an exorbitant fee was 100% effective.

Ben did a double-take at the blonde and looked questioningly at his best friend. It took him a few seconds to realize that this wasn't Beth but, hell! Jules couldn't have picked better. His cock pulsed inside his jeans as he watched the blonde pull off her coat and approach him. She looked great with a white blouse tied under her large breasts, a short black skirt revealing her garter and stockings.

She was almost as beautiful and sexy as Beth. He might not have been fucking Marcia but when she was giving him handjobs he'd closed his eyes envisioning a naked Beth stroking him. He loved Marcia, there was no doubt about that, but it was Beth he lusted after. In time, he'd get over his friend's wife and find other lusts but for now and over the past 6 years it was Beth's luscious body that filled his head.

Anne came over to the man. He was great-looking, with a very nice package, and a wonderfully lustful look on his face. She slowly bent over and pressed her chest into his face before turning around and pushing her ass against the man's gaping mouth. Then she stood and went around the room, stopping at James first.

"Sweetie, could you help me out of one item of clothing?" she purred.

She wasn't surprised the man chose her blouse. She faced the groom as the man reached around and untied the knot. The room was dead silent as James slowly popped the sole button and pulled the blouse off the woman's shoulders. Then there were soft moans and gasps as her thinly encased plump tits bounced free.

James took advantage of the position and cupped those heavy masses while whispering into her ear, "Tell the groom your name is Beth...I guarantee he'll cum in his pants."

Anne smiled and nodded. Every guy has someone who they fantasize about. She wondered what actress or supermodel named Beth was the woman. She went over to the next guy and gave the same instruction. Again, she wasn't shocked when the man chose her flimsy, lacy bra. She didn't look as though she had much on but she was able to get assistance for 11 items of clothing before she was fully naked. This was always the best part of her job. She looked around at all the tents or bulges in the men's pants.

When she got to the 12th man, she pressed her body against him and licked his ear. Then she nodded at the groom, "Can you be a sweetheart and prepare your friend for the lapdance of his life?" she asked, "I'd like him wearing nothing but his underwear...I do hope they're boxers. I love boxers on a man."

Matt nodded, "I'm wearing boxers...if later you might want to see then," he rasped.

Anne kissed the man on the cheek, "I'm sure there will be time for a few of Ben's friends to get a lapdance," she said as she rubbed her bare butt on the hard shaft, "especially if you do a good job getting your friend ready."

Ben's cock was angrily throbbing in his pants as the beautiful woman went around to all his friends. Inside his head, a voice was screaming, 'What about me? I'm the groom. I should be undressing Beth...I mean the babe!' He looked at the naked beauty. Her tits were so big...D-cup? She had those wide pale-pink nipples he fantasized Beth had and her pussy was shaved clean. He had never been with a woman who was fully shaved before...waxed, sure but never so exposed. Then Matt went over to David and Josh. The three men came over and pulled him to his feet. He thought about resisting as they yanked off his clothes but let them do it. He wasn't sure how far they'd go but when he was down to his boxers they pushed him back onto the chair.

Anne went over to her bag that she had left inside the door and pulled out a rope. She went over to James and rubbed her naked body up his torso, "Will you be a darling and tie your friend's hands behind his back to the chair?"

James nodded, "My brother...Ben's my brother," he said. He took the short length of rope as he stoked the woman's bare ass and went over to the chair.

As James tied his brother's wrist behind his back, the TV showed Octavia Red on her hands and knees getting what looked to be a foot of cock pounding into her sopping pussy.

Anne glanced at it and then at the man in the chair. The night before, she was doing the same thing but the groom's cock barely lifted the fabric on his tidy-whities. This guy was huge. As she looked in awe at the straining material his cock slid out of the slit. "Wow, babe. I should be paying you for this...too bad I have strict rules again fucking my clients," she said in a husky voice. "OK. Here are the rules," she looked around the room, "Touching, licking, all good. I don't do handjobs, blowjobs...no pussy, and no anal. However," she said as she turned around and slid her wet pussy up the length of his fat shaft, "I don't think you'll be disappointed." She felt her swollen lips part as she ran her pussy up the long shaft. She stood and looked down at the eager man. "You can't cum yet. I plan on making you beg," she said softly.

The room got quiet as some of the men looked at their friend's huge cock pointing at the ceiling, the woman's juices making it glisten. Phrases like, "Holy shit!" "Did you know?" and "Motherfucking hell!" were heard.

Anne straddled Ben's waist, pressing her pussy back against his cock while pressing her left nipple against his lips. "That's it stud, you can lick me wherever you want. I know your name is Ben...I won't ask your last name. My name is Beth and I am...oh wow!" she gasped as she felt warm spurts of cum splash against her pussy. She rapidly torqued her pussy against his cock as he came. No guy had ever cum that fast with her...a lot came fairly quickly but none within seconds of her pussy hitting their cocks.