Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

by Thomas Henry

  “Oops!” she said with a giggle as she poured each glass about half full.

  “She spilled half of it!” Karen whispered.

  I nodded. “Don’t worry. They always do that. Keeps them from having to drink too much of it.”

  Thuy handed each of us a glass and sat down next to me. She reached around and tapped her glass against Karen’s and then against mine.

  “Toast.”

  “Bottoms up,” I said.

  Thuy gave me a mock look of shock. “Bottom up? You sure?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She stood and bent over, wiggling her bikini-clad butt.

  “Like that?” She giggled and sat down again.

  Karen took a sip of champagne and stifled a cough. “Now I understand why she poured it on the floor,” she rasped.

  I patted her on the back and winked at Thuy. “She’s too young to drink champagne.”

  Thuy winked back. “Too young for kit-kit, too?”

  “I wouldn’t know.”

  Thuy smacked my shoulder. “You lie!”

  She took another sip of her champagne and set the glass down. She reached across me and put her hand on Karen’s arm.

  “So, you like see how private room is like? I show you.”

  Thuy took off her wrap and dropped it on the bench. She stepped between my knees with her back toward me and placed her hands on my thighs. Then she began rubbing her bikini-clad butt back and forth across my lap. After a few passes, she settled her weight on me and moved up and down in a simulation of sex.

  “So that’s a lap dance?” Karen said, gazing at Thuy’s butt.

  “This, too,” Thuy said as she turned around and straddled my thigh. She pulled her bikini top over her head and dropped it on Karen’s lap. Then she pressed a large nipple against my lips. I could feel it swell as I sucked it for a few moments. Then she pulled it from my lips and gave me the other one to suck. All the while, she was rubbing her pussy on my thigh while pressing her own thigh against my cock and balls.

  “Is this what you do at bachelor parties?” Karen asked.

  “Sometime. Depend on how much they like spend.”

  Thuy turned around and sat in my lap again. From the way she wiggled her ass, I could tell that she could feel the head of my cock. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts and squeezed. Because her breasts were unnaturally firm from the implants, I didn’t much enjoy the feel of them, but I was fond of her big, fat nipples. I rolled them between my thumbs and fingers and then clamped down on them. She moaned and leaned her head back on my shoulder. “Feel so good,” she whispered. “Just like old time.”

  She leaned forward again and rose to her feet. She shifted over and sat on Karen’s lap, pushing Karen’s thighs apart and rubbing her butt against Karen’s crotch. She took hold of Karen’s hands and placed them on her breasts. Karen fondled her and squeezed her nipples.

  “Harder. Squeeze nipple harder,” Thuy said as she continued to grind her butt into Karen’s crotch. “Yes…yes…like that.”

  Thuy turned around and straddled Karen’s thighs. She put her hands on Karen’s shoulders and leaned forward so Karen’s face was nestled between her breasts. She rotated her body from side to side, pressing one nipple and then the other against Karen’s lips. Karen kissed each in turn.

  Thuy leaned back a bit and started unbuttoning Karen’s silk blouse. “You turn. You try lap dance.” She pulled the tails of Karen’s blouse out of her jeans and then worked it over her shoulders and off her arms.

  Thuy tossed the blouse aside and squeezed Karen’s breasts through her bra. “Ooh! Real tittie. So big, I thought silicone.”

  Thuy slipped off of Karen’s lap and pulled her to her feet. She unfastened Karen’s jeans and started to pull them down. “Must take off to do good lap dance.” She got them down to Karen’s knees and realized that she couldn’t go any further with Karen’s boots on. She pushed Karen back down on the bench and pulled off her boots. Then she pulled off her jeans.

  “Better you keep socks on. Floor dirty,” she said. She pulled Karen to her feet and guided her over between my knees. “Okay, now you try lap dance.”

  Karen lowered herself into my lap and started to wiggle her butt. I unfastened her bra and pulled it off. I cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. Thuy leaned over and sucked one of them. I could feel her fingers brushing against the bulge in my pants as she rubbed Karen’s pussy. She pressed her bare chest against Karen’s and leaned over her shoulder to whisper in my ear, “She very wet. I think you get lucky tonight for sure!” Then she whispered something in Karen’s ear. Karen nodded, and they both slipped off my lap.

  Thuy unzipped my pants and fished out my rigid cock. She dropped to her knees and sucked me for a few moments and then moved to the side to make room for Karen, who knelt down next to her. While Thuy continued to hold the base of my cock, Karen started sucking me.

  Thuy worked at my belt with her free hand until she managed to unbuckle it. Then she unfastened the button.

  “Excuse,” she said as she reached around Karen’s head and tugged on my pants. I lifted my hips so she could pull them and my underwear down to the tops of my boots. She immediately started fondling my balls while Karen continued to suck.

  “My turn again,” Thuy said, nudging Karen aside. Thuy took me in her mouth and began sucking in earnest. Karen worked her head under Thuy’s chin and licked my balls. Even though I knew no one could see us through the one-way glass, I felt like we were putting on a show. The sensation of the two women sucking and licking me in such a public way sent me over the edge and I pumped a huge load of semen into Thuy’s very skillful mouth. She kept sucking and Karen kept licking until Thuy had drained me of every drop.

  Thuy let me slip out of her lips. Karen immediately took her place, sucking and licking every trace of semen from my shaft. Thuy tapped her on the shoulder. When Karen turned, Thuy kissed her, forcing her tongue between Karen’s lips and swapping my semen with her. In the process, they managed to dribble down their chins. Thuy licked Karen’s face. Karen took Thuy’s face between her hands and ran her tongue all over Thuy’s chin and lips. Thuy opened her mouth and offered her tongue. Karen sucked it between her lips and kissed her. Thuy moaned, and I realized that Karen had a firm grip on her nipples, squeezing and pulling on them.

  Thuy broke off the kiss and pushed Karen down on the bench. Karen turned and lay lengthwise on her back. Thuy stripped Karen’s panties down her legs and pulled them off. She spread Karen’s legs and knelt between them. She leaned over and buried her face in Karen’s pussy. Her bikini-clad ass was practically in my face. I pushed the crotch aside with my fingers and probed her pussy. She was creamy wet, so I plunged my fingers into her and began stroking her as she sucked Karen’s clit.

  My cock hardened again. Just as I was considering where to put it, someone rapped on the door. A coarse female voice shouted something in Vietnamese. Thuy lifted her face from Karen’s pussy and barked a reply. She gave Karen’s pussy another kiss and then stood up.

  “Sorry. Time up. Somebody else buy champagne. Need private room.”

  We all scrambled back into our clothes.

  “I talk my frien’ and look another dancer,” Thuy said as we made our way back through the bar. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us. I wondered if they had any idea.

  As we neared the door, Thuy picked up a napkin and a pen. She wrote on the napkin and handed it to me. “My number,” she said. “Call me couple days.”

  I appreciated her subterfuge. Thuy knew very well that I already had her number, but she probably thought I didn’t want Karen to know that, so she “gave” it to me in front of Karen.

  As we exited the bar, Karen took my arm again. We strolled back down the street and got into my car. “I don’t see any point in going anywhere else tonight,” I said. “Sounds like Thuy will come up with the other dancers for the bachelor party.”

  After a minute of silence, Karen said, “I want to be there
, too.”

  “There?”

  “At the bachelor party.”

  I wondered if she was jealous and wanted to make sure I didn’t get together with Thuy or one of the other dancers. “You know, it’s not exactly customary to bring a date to a bachelor party.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I want to be one of the dancers.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “No, I’m not. Sometimes when I…um…play with myself, I fantasize about performing some kind of sexy dance for a bunch of men, and this could be my chance to do it for real. I mean, Ted got to have some of his fantasies. Now I want to have one of mine.”

  “You know, it could get kind of…well, I don’t know. Some of the guys might get carried away.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, they’ll expect a strip show, of course. But the dancers usually do some one-on-one stuff like lap dances for tips. They usually let the guys feel them up and stuff like that.”

  “Do they have sex with them?”

  “Depends on the dancers, I guess. But the guys always ask them, and sometimes they do. I don’t know what will happen at this party. I mean, sex isn’t part of the deal I make with the dancers, but if they want to make their own arrangements at the party, it’s up to them.”

  We sat in silence as I drove to my man-cave in Halawa. Karen’s children were spending the night at her friend Marilyn’s house, so Karen was free to spend the night with me. I kept wondering how serious she was about dancing at the party.

  We showered together and got into bed. Karen climbed on top of me and lowered her still-creamy pussy onto my once-again-rigid shaft. She rode me slowly, dragging her nipples up and down my chest.

  “Will you be jealous?” she asked. “If I dance at the party and let other men feel me up.”

  “I’m jealous just thinking about it.”

  Karen leaned over and kissed my lips. She lay down on me and whispered in my ear, “And will it turn you on, too?”

  I nodded. “I’m already turned on, just thinking about it.”

  “So, you’re jealous and turned on?”

  I nodded again.

  “Sounds like a dangerous combination.” She kissed me again and ground her clit against the base of my cock. “You know I belong to you. Never forget that. But I’m definitely going to that party.”

  * * * *

  Two days later, I called Thuy, to see how she was doing with the other dancers. I was half-hoping she already had found a third. That would give me a good excuse for telling Karen that she couldn’t come to the party. But Thuy still had only the one other dancer lined up, so I asked her how she would feel about including Karen as part of the act. I guess I was hoping that Thuy wouldn’t like the idea, even though she had sort of suggested it. But she jumped at the idea. She even proposed that she and the other dancer get together with Karen to do some practicing before the big night.

  Considering that she was married and had children and friends, I thought it best to try to protect Karen’s anonymity. So, I decided to suggest that the women practice in the privacy of my man-cave. Karen had spent a lot of time with me there, so if was comfortable for her. And, Thuy and her friend both lived in the Pearl City area, so it was convenient for them.

  I had never met Crystal before she arrived for the first practice session. I’m not sure what I had been expecting, but the dancer who showed up with Thuy definitely wasn’t it. I suppose I had vaguely assumed that she would be a thirty-something Vietnamese woman like Thuy. She wasn’t.

  Crystal said she was twenty-one, and casually flashed her driver’s license as if she were accustomed to having to prove it. My assumption that she would be Vietnamese was partially correct. She said her mother was Vietnamese, but her father was American. She didn’t say, but I was pretty sure he was black.

  Crystal’s body looked like someone had started with Jessica Rabbit and compressed her down to less than five feet tall. Her enormous round tits and full round ass were connected by an impossibly tiny waist.

  She was dressed to impress. She wore leopard-print shorts and a matching halter top. The shorts were so tiny and tight that they rode up her hips and exposed most of her butt cheeks. Her halter top was substantial, but her jiggling breasts constantly threatened to spill out of the cups.

  Her thick, black hair hung in tight waves down to the small of her back. She had caramel-colored skin and large, almond-shaped wide-set brown eyes. Unlike Thuy, who wore false eyelashes, Crystal had thick, dark natural lashes. She had a cute pug nose and full lips that showcased perfect white teeth.

  When we were introduced, Crystal stood on her tiptoes to hug me and kissed my cheek. The sexual tension was palpable. It hung in the air like vog in Kona weather. I couldn’t imagine that we had anything in common, but I had the feeling that we were going to hook up somehow.

  Even though the women were practicing at my place, I wasn’t permitted to watch. As soon as everyone had arrived, they sent me away for a couple of hours. By the time I got back, Thuy and Crystal were gone, and Karen was hungry and ready for me to take her out to eat.

  I was curious about what they had been practicing. I asked Karen about it, but she was rather vague in her response. So, I suggested that she put on a private show for me. She demurred. She said I would just have to wait until the party to see her perform. That gave me a tingle in my balls and butterflies in my stomach.

  “I was wondering about something, though,” Karen said.

  “What’s that?”

  “Um…do you think Thuy and Crystal are lesbians?”

  “Hadn’t thought about it.” Actually, Thuy had seduced me, and I knew she was married, but I supposed that wasn’t necessarily conclusive evidence. And the sexual tension between Crystal and me seemed to belie the idea that she preferred women, but who knows? “Why do you ask?”

  “Well, they got pretty…um…friendly when we were practicing.”

  “With each other, or with you?”

  “Both.”

  “Make you uncomfortable?”

  Karen blushed. “Made me wet.”

  “Well, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard it’s pretty common for strippers to have sexual relationships with other women. I suppose some of them really are lesbians, but I have the impression that many of them just turn to women because they are so jaded from dealing with obnoxious men all the time.”

  “I guess I can see that.”

  “Thinking of switching teams?”

  Karen raised her eyebrows. “Nooo…but I might not object to a temporary trade once in a while.”

  * * * *

  Karen and I were at the Halekulani, having Sunday brunch at Orchids. The bachelor party was less than a week away, and I thought there were a couple of things we should talk over.

  “Look, if you’re really going through with this, I think we need to make some agreements up front,” I said.

  Karen finished chewing and swallowed. “Agreements about what?”

  “About how we’re going to behave at the party.”

  “Oh, are you going to tell me what I can and can’t do?” She winked and tapped her toe against my shin under the table.

  “Ouch! No…I said agreements, not rules.”

  “Okay. So, agreements about what, exactly?”

  “Well, for one thing, I think we shouldn’t let the other guys know that we have a personal relationship. It might be awkward if they think you are special to me, so we should pretend that you’re just one of the dancers I hired for the party.”

  “Yeah, I was kind of thinking the same thing. I want them to think I’m a real stripper. What else?”

  “Well, as I told you before, the party could get a bit wild. I’m sure some of the guys will try to fondle you and who knows what else.”

  Karen nodded and waited for me to continue.

  “I want you to feel free to do whatever you want to act out your fantasy without being concerned about how I’m going to react.”

  “Y
ou mean I can let them feel me up…or whatever…and it won’t bother you?”

  “Oh, I’ll be jealous as hell. But I won’t be upset with you, no matter what you do. And I promise I won’t give you a hard time about it later.

  “Of course, I’ll keep a close eye on you, just to be sure you’re safe. And if you ever think things are getting out of hand and want some help, I’ll be right there for you. But otherwise, I’ll just let you do whatever you decide to do.”

  “And what about you?”

  “Same deal. I’m free to do whatever I want at the party. No repercussions later.”

  “Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, huh?”

  “Exactly.”

  Karen nodded. “Okay, I guess that works for me.” She reached across the table and shook my hand.

  * * * *

  Sean, the best man, was hosting the bachelor party at his condo in Hokua, over by Ala Moana. It’s a swanky building with security guards and cameras everywhere, so in the interest of decorum, I thought it would make sense to have the dancers arrive with me. As I had requested, they wore conservative makeup and dressed in nondescript shorts and t-shirts. The only hint of their business was that each was carrying a rather large bag.

  Sean’s condo was a double unit. Back when the building was being built, he had purchased two adjoining units and had them combined. He lived there alone. I guess there’s something to be said for coming from old money.

  The place was huge. The living room, dining room and kitchen were one large open area in one corner of the building. Windows ran floor-to-ceiling, providing a spectacular view of Waikiki and the ocean.

  The master bedroom was on the Ewa side, beyond the dining area. Two other bedrooms were around on the mauka side, behind the living room wall that held a huge flat screen television.

  When I arrived with the women, the party already was underway. Some of the guys were watching a UH women’s volleyball game on the big screen. Others were playing poker at a huge dining room table. A bartender manned a makeshift bar set up in the kitchen, and an impressive assortment of pupu was set out on the counter.

  Amid a smattering of applause and soft whistles, I showed the women to the master suite, which would serve as their private dressing area for the night. I assured them that no one would disturb them as they got made up and dressed to perform.