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How my wife became a bachelor party whore

My wife, Jill, and I have been married for ten years. We met twelve years ago, and after a year of dating I took her home to Dallas to meet my family at my nephew Eric's wedding. He was 21, the oldest son of my older brother. He's always been my favorite nephew, and we talk about everything. A month before the wedding, he asked me to arrange his bachelor party. I agreed, but I wanted to make sure I knew what he hoped would happen. Basically he said his frat brothers expected a stripper but he didn’t think it would get too crazy. No problem, I assured him. I called a stripper agency and arranged for someone for that night, and we were all set.

Jill and I arrived that day, two days before the wedding, and checked into our hotel. I took and shower, and we went to the bar to have a drink before I left for the party. Jill hadn’t met my family yet, and she was pretty nervous about the rehearsal dinner the next day and the wedding the next day, since she’d be meeting so much of my family for the first time, all at once. So she had a few cocktails to calm herself.

An hour before the party, I got a text from the agency that the stripper couldn’t make it because she couldn’t get a babysitter, and the agency was completely booked. They refunded my deposit, but now I was stuck. Eric was counting on me. I called a few other agencies, and no one was available. I was despondent. I looked at Jill, sitting next to me at the bar, and just sighed that I guess I was going to let down my nephew, since I didn’t know anyone who could do this. Jill nodded, tossed back her last sip of margarita, and blurted out, “I could do it.” Then her eyes widened, as if it ask, “What did I just say…?”

I laughed and said no but I kissed her and thanked her for offering. She said, “Seriously, Len, I could do it. No one’s met me, I can wear a mask or something, and it’s just a little dancing and gyrating. I can do that.” Then she did a little shimmy on her bar stool. I laughed, but I realized she was right. No one would recognize her, and Eric said it’s not going to get wild. Plus, I have to admit the idea of showing off my new young hot girlfriend without anyone knowing kinda turned me on.

At the time, I was 40, but Jill was only 26. My family didn’t know she was so much younger, because I was a little self-conscious about it. I’d been married before, and I’m sure my family would make fun of me for my “mid-life crisis.”

“Come on, Len, this will be easy. You know I love to dance, and don’t I have the body for it?” At that she stood up and looked at me saucily while she showed off her body in the bar, giggling and smiling at me. The margaritas had settled in.

Yes, she certainly did (and still does) have the body for it. Long red hair, blazing green eyes, high cheek bones, very athletic, toned figure, since she was a personal trainer and pilates instructor back then. That’s how we met, in fact. Even before we spoke, I noticed her from a mile away at the gym. Perfectly round ass and the most mouth-watering set of 32DD orbs I’d ever seen, much less touched. They defied gravity, frankly. When she get turned on or nervous, as she was now, her large pink nipples stand at attention and poke through any material. They are the definition of doorknob nipples. Jill is, in fact, a perfect “10,” the stuff of every American boy’s dreams. The fact that she’s also the kindest, most loving person in the world makes me the luckiest man in the world.

“Are you sure…?” I asked with the most tentative voice. “Yes!!” she squealed and kissed me on the mouth. She’s actually quite shy for someone with her looks, but tequila loosens her up. A lot.

“You go get ready. I’ll get some provisions and meet you at the after-party.” I was to meet the gang at a restaurant, where we were to have drinks and dinner, and after dinner the group had planned to reconvene in the penthouse suite where the best man was staying. This was a different hotel, close to the restaurant, about a mile from where we were staying. It would hours before the party, which was schedule to start at 10. “Len, don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I got this.” She honestly seemed excited about it.

After showering and getting dressed, I was off to dinner. My dad, two brothers, my nephew Eric and his four frat brothers from college, including the best man, all were there. I had a couple bourbons before dinner, then a few glasses of wine, so I was flying. So much laughter, by the time we went back to the best man’s suite, I’d kinda forgotten about the entertainment.

Another round of bourbons in the suite, and at 10:20 the doorbell rings. The whole room fell silent, then smiles and whooping. The best man opened the door, and the room shut up again. You could hear a pin drop. In walks a woman in a trench coat, high heels, hair pinned up under a large bolero hat, and sunglasses. I didn’t recognize her at all, but she looked like a sexy spy, a real Bond Girl.

She glided into the room, smiled a huge smile of red lipstick and pearly teeth and whispered, “Hello, Boys.” The low gravelly voice was the Batgirl equivalent of trying to disguise herself, I think. The best man offered to take her coat. As she started to remove it, everything went into slow motion. Nine mean stood transfixed, jaws slowly dropping, as the vision before us shed its outer shell. She suggestively untied the belt of her coat, then let it fall open. We could see that underneath was a red lacy garment of some kind and lots of skin. The first thing anyone in the room noticed, however, was cleavage. Glancing out from behind that gap in the trench was a trench of mountainous skin aching to get out. She looked to the side and pulled open her coat as if she’s Supergirl revealing the “S” on her chest. Everyone in the room gasped as the glory underneath presented itself. The little red number barely clung to her, and the underwire lifted up her enormous tits to heavens. Above the lace you could make out the tops of her large pink areolas, and the material strained to contain her growing nipples. In seconds she transformed from Bond Girl to Batgirl to Supergirl to Jessica Rabbit. I thanked God for whatever costume or lingerie stores she had found that afternoon.

She pulled something out of her trench coat pocket and handed it to the host. Then she removed her hat and unpinned her hair, letting it cascade down her body. A thick mane of auburn red hair fell halfway down her torso, and she shook it all around her, like an explosion of fire. Until that moment, I wasn’t actually sure it was Jill, but now I was certain. I felt a knot in my stomach. She tossed the hat to the host, turned around, removed her sunglasses and replaced them with a mask. When she turned back around, she had on a carnival mask that covered the upper half of her face. She was something out of a carnival now. Every man in the room was drooling, including me.

Jill took the glass of bourbon from one boy’s hand and downed it in one gulp.

“Now,” she growled. “Which one’s the groom?” Then she beamed an enormous smile. She owned the room. The crowd pushed Eric forward and slid a chair behind him, forcing him down on it. The energy and anticipation in the room were palpable. One of the frat bros put on an R&B playlist that sounded straight out of a porn movie. Jill moved slowly up to Eric and leaned down on the arms of his chair, staring him in the eye. The rest of us were staring at her cleavage, which in that outfit seemed endless. She began to gyrate her hips slowly, circling them in the air behind her. The material of her sexy onesie rode up into the crack in her ass, showing off her exquisitely sculpted cheeks.

She turned and backed up to Eric, bending again and waving her perfect ass over him. She leaned back and grabbed the arms of the chair again, grinding her backside against his crotch. She stretched her body straight and leaned back so that her head was on his shoulder, arching her back so that her colossal breasts were screaming to the sky. Now I could see that her nipples were as large and stiff as I’d ever seen them. All the booze and nervous energy were partly the cause, but now I knew something else: she was incredibly turned on.

Up to then I’d assumed she was doing this just to help me out and because she thought it would be kind of fun, like a party prank. Now it was clear that she was acting out a fantasy. She was the center of attention in a room full of horny guys, with the safety of her boyfriend watching. She could let loose. The taboo aspect of half the guys being my family must have been part of the fantasy. How far would this go?

After teasing Eric like this for a long while, she stood up and gave him the most devilish grin. She took another guy’s remaining bourbon, swallowed it and tossed the glass in the corner as she started to peel down the top of her tiny garment. She seductively put the tip of her tongue on her teeth as she gradually pulled the material down to reveal more and more of her breasts. She smiled wider and wider as her gigantic nipples leapt out at the room of lusty men. They didn’t look real, like hungry spark plugs attached to her body. She flashed Eric a look, as if to ask, “Do you want more?” He just sheepishly nodded. The bulge in his khakis was a tentpole now.

Jill undid the tie below the bustier area and let the material loosen below her beautiful tits, finally freeing them from captivity. Suddenly she yanked the outfit down forcefully so her orbs gushed out at us, bouncing freely. They didn’t lose their shape at all, and I began to wonder if the room thought Jill was a sexbot, with her unnaturally perfect figure.

She began to gyrate again, running her fingertips up her torso and over her breasts, teasing her nipples playfully. She cupped her double Ds under her palms and squeezed them together, pinching her incredible nipples to show them off. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly. Clearly she was excited, and every man in the room, including me, began to stroke himself under his pants.

While she was in her reverie, licking her lips as she played with her tits, the best man snuck up behind her and gently started tugging the remainder of her outfit down her legs. I don’t know if she’d forgotten where she was at this point, but she instinctively widen her stance a little to make his job easier. As the material dropped midway down her thighs, now everyone could she her glistening shave pussy and the drenched material in the crotch of her outfit as it exited her body. It dropped to the floor, and she stepped away from it.

Now my girlfriend, the love of my life, my future wife, was standing completely naked in a room full of horny men, including my father, my two brothers, and my nephew. She didn’t seem to care. She was in ecstasy. She barely opened her eyes and surveyed the room from under her eyelids. Now she saw nine guys stroking themselves, including five of them with their dicks out, masturbating while they stared at her exposed body. Her lips parted as she let out a gasp, realizing what was about to happen. She shot me a look of panic, and I took a beat, then nodded with approval. She smiled the most angelic smile at me as the best man appeared behind her.

He reached his hands around her and began to fondle her tits. She leaned back into him. She turned her head and their mouths met. I could see her eager tongue dart out for him. He was completely holding her up now. One of the frat boys appeared between her legs and easily lifted her lower body up so her legs were over his shoulders. Now she was horizontal, in mid air, eagerly kissing the best man while Frat Boy #1 began to eat her pussy and squeeze her ass cheeks. She groaned and within seconds was squirting all over his face. Her whole body was bucking in the air. I’d never seen anything like it.

Then they surprised us all by inverting her. They held her upside down and lowered her face toward Eric’s crotch. Still seated, he’d taken out his cock and was stroking it to full attention. I’d never seen my nephew naked, of course, and I was impressed with his size. He must have been 8 or 9 inches, standing at attention as Jill’s mouth eagerly swallowed his prick. She held onto his thighs as the two men still held her in the air, one at each leg, and shoved her up and down on Eric’s manpole.

One of the other frat boy moved between her legs and began to eat her as she sucked off my nephew. She loves getting eaten out and cums at the drop of a hat. Her loud groans escaped around Eric’s cock as she worked herself up to another climax. I could see Eric start to tense as he was ready to explode. Just as he let out a load help and sent streams of cum into her mouth, a geyser of liquid shot out of Jill’s pussy and into the air, drenching all four men and herself. She couldn’t contain his cum, which leaked heavily out of her mouth.

Just as I was wondering what would happen next, someone sat down on the sofa, his shockingly large cock sticking out of his pants as he commanded, “Bring her to me.” I looked up, and the face above that cock belonged to my father. I stopped breathing as two men lowered my future wife onto my dad’s prick and he fucked her with abandon. She French kissed him heavily as she moaned with pleasure. Another man lean in behind her, stroked his cock with lubricant, and began to enter her ass. She let out a loud scream as he shoved up deeper and deeper into her crack. She leaned back to yell in pleasure or pain or both, exposing her tits to my dad, who started sucking and biting on her nipples. Another cock appeared at her mouth, and she gulped it down. It was my other brother. I watched in shock as my fathers and brothers violated my future wife. All I could do was pull out my cock and start yanking on it.

Two other men moved in, and she pulled on their dicks with her hands, making the number of cocks in or one her now five. They all came at once, in a mess of cum and vaginal fluid, covering her body and matting her hair with it. They unceremoniously threw her on the floor, and as my father’s cum dripped out of her pussy and my brothers’ out of her mouth and ass, a new pile of men descended on her, force-fucking her mouth, yanking her hair, slapping her hard on the face if she gagged. Someone pulled her own lipstick out of her coat and wrote “W H O R E” in red letters across her tits. A few of the frat boys were photographing and video recording her now, and I knew my beautiful Jill was going to end up on a porn site somewhere. She was now being used completely by these men, and she didn’t seem to care. She was like a feral animal, thrusting and grabbing at anything within reach with a wild-eyed look that scared me a little bit.

Eventually someone realized I hadn’t done anything and pushed me toward her. I hesitated. Here was my love, spread out in a tangled mess in front of me, gooey with everyone’s semen and gushing from every orifice. I felt anger and desire and betrayal and excitement all at once. I tore off my clothes and shoved my angry cock into her creampie pussy as I slapped her hard across the face. A little blood formed on her lip and she whispered, “Len,” as if to apologize or ask for more or both. I hit her again, harder. And again. A couple of guys started to stop me and I barked at them so loud they just backed off. Everyone watched in silence as I grabbed her throat and began choking her hard and fucking her harder. She gave me the most loving look as she mouthed the word, “More.” I choked her with both hands now as I began to cum inside her. She lost consciousness as I screamed with tears and spewed my own cum into that of eight other men.

I stepped back and stared at this heap of gorgeous flesh, beaten and battered on the floor. The frat guys and Eric panicked, pulled on their clothes, and got the hell out, maybe thinking we had a dead whore on our hands.

My brothers patted me on the back and quietly left, my dad trailing behind. He held my arm and whispered, “She’s a keeper, Len.”

How did he know? I didn’t care. I knew Jill and I had unleashed a beast of some kind, and it changed everything.

A dozen years later, we’ve repeated that scene many times: with strangers on a cruise, with military guys on leave, at an old man’s divorce party, and four bachelor parties. We make at least 3 thousand dollars every time, and our marriage is going strong. We have two young boys and have no idea their mother is a whore and their father pimps her out.

We call this heaven.

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