PART 1
"So, are you ready for the big day?" Mike asked Boyce sitting across from him at our kitchen table. Boyce grinned and played with the ice in his glass of water.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'm going to get." He looked over at me and smiled, and then looked back at Mike. "I just hope I end up as lucky as you."
"Ahh..., isn't that sweet?" I said, patting Boyce's forearm. "Are you just sucking up for a big present from me?"
Boyce looked almost embarrassed and shook his head. "No, I mean it," he insisted. "You and Mike get along great, and well... you both like the same kind of stuff. You know?" I knew perfectly well what he was referring to and the way Mike smiled at me I knew that he understood Boyce's comment as well. "I just don't know if Amy and I will always be into each other the way you two are."
"You just need to keep the communication open, Boyce," I assured him. "If you can't tell your wife what your fantasies are, who can you tell?"
Boyce laughed nervously and looked down at the table. He shook his head and chuckled, letting his hair droop partially over one eye before pushing it back with his hand. He looked up at me, his blue eyes asking a question his voice refused to ask.
"How do you think Mike and I came to enjoy our little games?" I continued. "For the first four years of our marriage he watched me flirt with other men, and I thought it just made him so jealous that he'd want to come home and make love to me. But it wasn't until we talked about it one night that I found out it actually turned him on."
"And that's when I found out that it turned Marsha on to be a bit of an exhibitionist," Mike chimed in. "So, I guess you could say we do compliment each other well in that regards." He stood up and walked behind me and threatened to pull my t-shirt up. I laughed and slapped at his hands and he gave me a hug instead.
"That's what I mean," said Boyce. "What if Amy and I never figure that out?"
"You'll find it," I assured him.
"I sure hope so," he sighed. "So are you guys coming to my bachelor party tonight?"
"Both of us?" I questioned.
"Well, I was hoping you would be the entertainment," teased Boyce.
"Dream on!"
"We're coming," said Mike. "Did you reserve a room?"
"What do you mean, we're coming?" I asked, looking at Mike.
"I got the back room at Eddie's after 9:00. It's just some guys from work and my city baseball team."
"We'll be there," said Mike, emphasizing the we.
"Hold on!" I insisted, looking at both of them. "Am I the only woman being invited to this party?" Boyce looked down sheepishly and Mike just grinned and gave me a wink.
"Look," I continued, "I work with some of those guys too, Boyce. It's one thing to let you see my kinky side every once in awhile, but I have something of a reputation to protect at work."
"Hey, I still respect you," said Boyce. "What's the big deal? It's not like I'm asking you to come and jump naked out of the cake!"
"Well, what are you asking me to do?"
Boyce looked up at Mike nervously as if looking for direction. Mike chuckled and looked as guilty as a fox with hen feathers in his mouth.
"I'll take care of this," said Mike patting Boyce on the shoulder. "Why don't you go get ready for your wedding. I'm sure you have a tuxedo to pick up or something, don't you?"
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Boyce, looking down at his watch. "How'd you know?" He jumped up and grabbed his keys off the table.
"Been there; done that," laughed Mike. "We'll see you later."
"Thanks," he said with sigh. Boyce looked over at me and hesitated a moment before continuing. "You don't have to come if you really don't want to, Marsha. But I hope you will."
"I'll think about it," I answered, deciding to wait and hear what Mike had to say about the situation. "If not, I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow."
"OK," said Boyce, opening the back door. "See you two later then."
Mike turned to me as the door closed and pulled me into his arms. In an instant our lips were locked in a hot embrace that had me really wondering what was going on. Braced against the kitchen counter, Mike pressed against me as his hands searched beneath my t-shirt to find my hard nipples. I giggled as he nibbled on my lips and ground his swollen cock against me.
"What's gotten into you?" I laughed.
"Just the thought of you tonight..." he said, biting on my neck and pulling my shirt up. Within seconds, my nipple disappeared in his mouth.
"Doing what?" I moaned, my eyes closed and hands cradling his head.
"Wearing that black leather outfit with those thigh-high boots of yours." He switched to the other nipple and bit down hard.
"Oh..." I gasped. "And what else?" Mike's hands slipped inside my sweatpants and cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pressing harder.
"Just the thought of you in that room with all those men in that outfit with no panties on gets me so hot," he groaned, starting to pull my sweatpants down. I squirmed to get away, but his intent was all too clear when he turned me quickly and bent me over the kitchen counter. He held my hands behind my back and fumbled with my pants. The sight of him so turned on was too enjoyable to protest any more than what seemed only playful as he pulled my pants down to the floor and unzipped his jeans behind me.
"I know how naughty you'll be," he said, rubbing his hand over my ass and in between my legs. I wiggled my ass and denied his allegations.
"Yes you will," he insisted, rubbing his cock against my ass cheeks. "They'll drool all over your tits spilling from your jacket." Mike teased my pussy lips with his cock as I tried to press back for it.
"Yes," he groaned, finally pushing it deep inside me. I let out a yelp, but it only encouraged him to fuck me deeper.
"You'll tease them all and get them so turned on they'll be jerking off in the men's room." The visions of his words made me grin down at the counter and start to think about how fun it might actually be to go to the party.
"You'll even let one or two of them get a peek of this pussy, won't you?" he hissed behind me. "Just like last time..."
We had been at a dark club down by the pier in the city a few weeks earlier. After a night of drinking and dancing with a bunch of sailors, Mike had watched as I sat with my back to the bar facing the two sailors at the table and lifted one leg up on a chair, giving them a clear shot of my pussy. Both of them had ground their hard cocks against me when we slow danced that evening. But neither of them had been as hard as Mike when we crawled into bed that night.
"Yes..." I sighed.
"Maybe tonight I'll let one of them touch your pussy," he suggested. "Or maybe this pretty little asshole of yours." He pressed his thumb into my ass and I squeezed hard against his cock.
"Oh yeah, Baby! That's it," he growled. "But you know what?" His cock was buried deep within my pussy as he ground my hips into the counter.
"What?" I whimpered.
"This is the only cock that's going to fuck you." He slammed it in deep on the last word.
"Oh yes, Mike!" I squealed. "Fuck me!"
"This pussy is mine, Baby," he panted. "I want to watch them all drool over you and know that I'm the one that's going to come home tonight and fuck you so hard you'll be sore all day tomorrow." Every other word was accentuated with a hard thrust from his cock and we both climbed closer to an orgasm.
"It's all yours, Baby!" I assured him.
"Oh yeah," he groaned between clenched teeth. "I'm taking it too..."
With that he came with such a violent release that his groans echoed off the kitchen tile and resonated throughout the house. Clinging to the countertop, I took every inch of his hard cock until he slowed and collapsed on top of my back.
I smiled into the cool, kitchen tile wondering if the evening would be even more memorable than the afternoon was turning out to be.
PART 2
Mike and I were both quiet during the drive to Boyce's party. Just dressing in the outfit that Mike had requested seemed to turn us both into animals of prey; quiet, watchful, almost stalking.
I was wearing a very short leather skirt and matching jacket that zipped up the front, beneath which was an open-breasted corset. Mike insisted on the four-inch thigh high boots and no panties. When I had finished dressing, he turned my back to the full-length mirror in our bedroom and instructed me to bend over and grab my ankles.
"Now, look back at the mirror," he said, standing in front of me.
I glanced around my leg and back at the mirror to see a full view of my pussy.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I didn't realize you could see that much!"
"Spread your legs a little further apart," he continued. I did as he instructed and my lips parted slightly, showing the moist folds beneath. "That's Boyce's idea of the entertainment portion of the evening."
"Look, Babe," I said, standing up and sliding my skirt down with the palms of my hands. "It's no big deal if Boyce and some of his baseball buddies see my pussy, but if the guys from work are there, I don't think I can do it."
"Well, we'll just see how the evening goes," assured Mike.
I relaxed a little, knowing that I was always in control with Mike. He never pushed me further than I was willing to go. In fact sometimes I went a little further than he expected. Like the time I unzipped my leather jacket all the way so that a guy we were having a drink with could see my nipples. So far, we had only played our little game with people we didn't know. Tonight was a new frontier.
When we walked into Eddie's, all eyes turned toward me. There was a part of me that wanted to bolt back out the door, but adrenaline kept me moving forward. That and Mike's hand pressing gently against my lower back.
We walked toward the back of the bar and Mike stopped to ask the bartender where Boyce's party was. He leaned in next to a large, muscular guy wearing a Harley vest and had tattoos running down his arms. The guy let out a low whistle as he looked up and down my legs.
"The last door down the hallway," I heard the bartender say, and Mike gave the biker a quick smile and pressed me forward.
"Hey, who do you have to know to get into that room?" the biker asked loudly enough for most of the patrons to hear. Boisterous laughing and indiscernible comments followed as we continued to the back. When Mike turned the handle, he discovered it was locked. He knocked a couple of times and after a few moments, the door opened and Boyce peek through.
"What's the password?" he joked. Mike stepped aside and pointed to me as Boyce opened the door wide, a grin shooting across his face.
"Oh man, you look hot!" he said, giving me a hug. The smell of liquor and his hand squeezing my ass verified that he had already been partying for some time. "Thanks for coming. The guys will never believe this."
He locked the door behind us as I turned to scan the small room. Cigar smoke permeated the air from the poker table where four guys sat staring at me in silence. Three other men, two of whom I knew from work, sat on stools at a small bar. Two naked women were making love on the television screen hanging from the ceiling in the corner. The sound was turned off and rock music filled the air.
"Hey everyone," interrupted Boyce. "This is Mike and Marsha!"
"Whoa," said one of the guys from the poker table as the rest of them waved and then tried to concentrate on their cards.
"Let me get you guys a drink," said Boyce, motioning us over to the bar. "What will you have?"
"Rum and coke for me," answered Mike.
"I'm in a screwdriver mood tonight," I said, sitting on the stool next to Paul, one of the guys from work.
"Gee Marsha," he said chucking. "I don't think I've seen you wear that outfit to any of our staff meetings."
"I'm not sure we would get much work done," I laughed. "This is Boyce's wedding gift from me."
"Oh?" said the guy sitting next to him. "Are you our entertainment tonight?"
"I don't know," I answered, taking the drink that Boyce had handed me. "I heard that you were!"
The guys at the bar had a laugh and I took a sip of the drink. Boyce was making them stiff tonight, and I suppose I was going to be too. I looked up at the TV monitor where a blond woman was doing a serious job of licking the other woman's pussy. I looked over at Boyce and rolled my eyes.
"Hey, the videos were Jim's idea," he said, pointing to one of the guys at the poker party.
"What's a bachelor party without dirty movies," yelled Jim. "Yeah, eat that pussy, Baby!" He looked over at me, slightly embarrassed and I turned back to the bar and looked over at Mike standing next to me.
"I hope this doesn't get out of hand," I whispered.
"Don't worry," he said leaning over and pulling the zipper on my jacket down a few inches. "These guys are all cool."
For a couple of hours, we drank and told dirty jokes. Occasionally I would slow dance with one of the guys and let them feel me up. The poker game got heated as one of the guys became the obvious winner for the evening. The videos seem to get more and more hard core as the evening wore on. First the lesbians, then the straight sex, then one with nothing but anal sex. As I danced a slow dance with Boyce, who was feeling no pain, the movie plot seemed to be a gang bang.
"Is that what you had in mind for tonight?" I asked Boyce. I had enough to drink to feel no inhibition, but I wasn't drunk enough to try that.
"Actually, I was hoping to have you all to myself," he teased. He played with the zipper on my jacket and looked pleadingly into my eyes. "Can't I have a peek?" he begged, slipping the zipper down an inch. "It's my last night as a bachelor."
I looked over at Mike and he winked at me from the bar. Paul was the only other guy left from work and he seemed plastered enough to not remember a thing, so I didn't protest. Boyce pulled the zipper down slowly until my jacket fell open.
"Oh man!" he cried out, causing every head in the room to turn toward us. He turned to the side so that everyone had a clear view of my tits protruding from the corset. Wolf whistles and applause filled the room.
"I think this needs to come all the way off," insisted Boyce, taking the jacket from my shoulders. I glanced over at Mike for confirmation and he walked over.
"I'll hang on to this," said Mike, taking the jacket and laying it on my stool. "I think it's time to play our little party game." I gave Mike a questioning look and he just winked at me. "Boyce, did you bring the stuff?"
"Yep!" he said, stumbling for a box behind the bar. The guys at the table watched as Boyce retrieved it and handed it to Mike.
"OK guys," started Mike. "I promised our lucky groom here that we would play a little party game tonight." A few whistles game from the table as Mike continued. "I'm sure you're all familiar with pin the tail on the donkey."
"Hee Haw!" yelled the winner of the card game. Everyone laughed as he repeated it several times. Mike opened the box and retrieved a blindfold and what appeared to be a vibrator with a fake tail attached to it. I burst out laughing when I realized what he had in mind.
"Who wants to be first?" he asked, looking at the guys.
Jerry, a guy from the poker table, raised his hand eagerly. "I'll poke the donkey!" he yelled, suggestively grabbing his crotch. He came over and stood by Mike.
"OK, stand right here, Jerry," Mike instructed him as he took my hand and led me across the room several feet away.
"It's show time," he whispered, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Bend over and grab those ankles." I let out a giggle and followed his instructions. The room broke out in cheers.
"Oh man!" yelled Jerry, laughing nervously in disbelief. I peeked around my leg to see eight guys staring at my pussy. Mike turned the vibrator on and handed it to Jerry. Everyone in the room was roaring with laughter and yelling out crude remarks. Jerry instinctively started walking towards me until Mike stopped him.
"Wait, wait..." he said, pulling him back and laughing. "I thought you knew how to play this game." Mike grabbed the blindfold and put it around Jerry's eyes.
"Shit!" yelled Jerry. "I can't see her pussy now!"
We were all laughing as Mike and Boyce turned Jerry around in circles several times before setting him loose. He was definitely heading in the wrong direction and the vibrator was pointing at Paul who was standing off to the side. We laughed louder and louder until the vibrator hit Paul in the crotch.
"Get away from me man!" laughed Paul, as he took the vibrator away from Jerry.
"Shit!" stammered Jerry, pulling the blindfold off and realizing his misdirection. "I wasn't even close. You guys pointed me in the wrong direction."
"Let me try," said Paul, giving me a wink. I spread my legs a little bit further and wiggled my ass at him. I only hoped he was too drunk to remember when we sat across from each other at the staff meeting on Monday.
Mike blindfolded him and then Boyce gave him several spins before he set him loose. He stood silently and tried to grasp the sounds of the spectators to judge his direction. He started walking towards me and as much as I wanted to move, I stood quietly and watched. The vibrating noise came closer and closer, and then someone yelled out that he had to turn to the right, which of course was wrong.
Suddenly the vibrator hit the wall and buzzed loudly, and the gang erupted in laughter. Paul pulled the blindfold off and looked down at me. I gave him a little wink and he just laughed and took the equipment back to Mike.
Each of the men had their turns eventually, and although some got very close, no one successfully pinned the tail on me. I was starting to get dizzy from hanging my head down to the floor for so long and Mike brought me a chair to lean on.
Finally it was Boyce's turn, the man of honor. Mike handed him the vibrator and whispered something in his ear as the put on the blindfold. He gave him three spins and then pointed him right at me. Suddenly the game looked a little rigged.
Boyce walked very slowly as the guys cheered him on louder and louder. I wiggled my ass to encourage their screams as Boyce crept closer.
"You're right on target!" yelled one of the guys and Boyce took another step closer. If he didn't move off target, he would succeed. I buried my head into the seat of the chair and laughed and squealed in anticipation. As the vibrator hit my inner thigh, the guys let out a loud cheer. Boyce's other hand felt my ass cheek and brought the vibrator up to my pussy.
"Yes!" yelled Boyce from behind me. "Oh yes!" He pushed the vibrator in deep and I let out a scream. He worked it in and out and the guys yelled and cheered him on. Then he took it out and rubbed it over my clit as I squirmed against it.
"Work it Boyce!" yelled one of the guys, as Boyce stuck it back in and pumped it in and out.
"Hey! What's my prize?" yelled Boyce from beneath the blindfold, stilling pushing the vibrator in and out of my pussy.
Mike walked over and patted him on the back and whispered something in his ear. The guys were quiet in the background as they waited, along with me, to find out what was next.
Leaving the vibrator in place, Mike took Boyce by the hand and led him over in front of me. Boyce, still blindfolded, started to unzip his pants and the guys went wild cheering him on. Half shocked, but laughing, I looked up at Mike, I looked up at Mike as he nodded down at Boyce's hard cock popping out of his shorts. So this was the big wedding gift.
Boyce took a cautious step forward and I reached out and licked the tip of this cock. The guys screamed encouragement for more. Too eager to be teased, Boyce reached for my face and guided his cock towards my mouth. Mike moved to the back and guided the vibrator slowly in and out of my pussy while Boyce worked his cock in and out of my mouth.
"Oh God!" Boyce cried out, still blindfolded and throwing his head back.
"Give it to her Boyce!" yelled one of the guys.
"Suck it Marsha!" yelled another.
Mike took the vibrator out and rubbed it against my clit and I squirmed for more. Then he ran it over my ass hole before reinserting it into my pussy. Boyce was too loaded to be anything more than greedy with my mouth. And the more the guys cheered us on, the faster he fucked my mouth and the harder I sucked his cock.
"Shoot it on her face!" yelled the winner of the poker game.
"Nah, make her swallow it all!" yelled someone else.
"Oh man...," moaned Boyce. "I gotta come!"
"Yeah Baby!" cheered one of his friends. "Give it to her good!"
"Oh God!" he called out, grabbing my head with both hands. "I'm coming!"
He didn't pull it out and shoot it on my tits or my face. He pushed it as far down my throat as he could get, practically gagging me, and froze as I sucked every drop from his cock.
"Oh shit!" he cried out over and over as his cum spurted into my mouth. I nursed his cock gently until he started to fall back and one of his friends grabbed him. Mike gave me a playful swat on the ass as he pulled the vibrator out and helped me to stand. The guys were still applauding and patting Boyce on the back as he took off the blindfold and leaned on the bar.
Mike held my jacket for me and I put it on and zipped it up at the same time Boyce was zipping up his pants. Boyce and I looked at each other and he grinned sheepishly as I gave him a wink. He walked towards me and I gave him a big hug, and the guys let out a collective "ah..." as we embraced.
"Good luck tomorrow," I said, kissing his cheek.
"You're the best, you know," he said squeezing me tight. "You and Mike are the best." We looked over and Mike and he gave us both a wink. Grabbing the box with the blindfold and the vibrator, he shook Boyce's hand.
"Glad to see you enjoy your last night of being single," said Mike. "Good luck tomorrow."
"Thanks for everything," sighed Boyce, pushing back his hair.
I looked over to see Paul passed out in one of the chairs. I only hoped he had passed out before the grand finale.
"Let's go," nodded Mike towards the door.
"Good night guys!" I said, blowing them all a kiss.
Moans of disappointment rang out as they realized the live entertainment was leaving. The bar was hopping as we walked through, heads following my ass as we made it to the door. Neither of us spoke until we reached the car and Mike unlocked my door.
"You know how hard I'm going to fuck you when we get home, don't you?" he said, holding the door open for me.
"Just hurry up and drive," I answered.
