Her Bachelor Party Fantasy

by Thomas Henry

  The three of them continued fucking like that for some time. I was mesmerized by the way Karen’s tits swung up and down, her nipples tracing patterns through the hair on the Marcus’s chest. I love the way a well-endowed woman’s breasts jiggle and swing and sway when she is being fucked from behind.

  Sean started giving Karen harder strokes, pressing down on the small of her back as he drove his cock deep into her ass. She grunted with each thrust, and finally collapsed on Marcus. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly, pinning her upper body against his.

  Marcus lay still, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, as he held her captive for Sean’s assault on her ass. The best man held her rump with both hands as he spread his knees farther apart and lowered himself so that his balls rubbed against the groom’s as their cocks rubbed together, barely separated by Karen’s membranes.

  Watching the two men use Karen as a medium for rubbing their cocks together, I realized that Nancy Friday might have been right after all. She had theorized that two men having sex with a single woman was more about their relationship with each other than about sex with the woman. The woman was only a vehicle for them to use to safely return to the homoerotic experiences of their youth when they had jerked off together and masturbated each other without guilt. For them, sharing Karen was like a blood oath…an affirmation of their lifelong bond, notwithstanding the fact that one of them was about to be married.

  Until now, I had thought Nancy Friday was wrong because I never had had any such homoerotic experiences as a youth, and yet I enjoyed sharing a woman with another man. But for me, it was more of an out-of-body experience, where I watched the other man lust after and mate with the woman in my place. It was like I was watching myself, and in a way, it was a validation and enhancement of my lust for her. Ultimately, it wasn’t about me and the other man. It was about renewing and driving my lust for the woman to new heights.

  And in a way, that was what was happing to me now as I watched these two young studs ravish my woman. Notwithstanding the churning of my stomach, my cock was rock-hard and dripping, and my balls ached with desire for her.

  Sean seemed to be having trouble cumming. I had seen him cum just a few minutes earlier, and maybe he already had fucked her another time while I was with Crystal. He started really pumping Karen’s ass, ramming into her, slapping against her butt as his balls swung wildly. She clung to the groom’s neck and grunted and whined while he held her immobile to let his friend pound her.

  I was worried that Sean was hurting her. I was thinking of intervening when he gave a groan and a mighty “fuck!” as his balls contracted and he pumped his sperm into her ass. When he stopped spasming, he grasped the base of his cock to keep the condom from slipping off and pulled out of her.

  I anticipated that he would come back to the bathroom to flush the condom, so I pulled the door shut. Just then, I heard someone knock on the bedroom door. A male voice shouted something I couldn’t quite make out.

  I heard Sean reply, “Fuck! Okay, I’ll be right out.” I slipped behind the shower curtain. A few moments later, the door opened and I heard a splash, and the toilet flushed again. Then the door thumped shut.

  I was pretty sure Sean had gone back into the bedroom, so I quickly abandoned my hiding place and found the doorknob. I cracked the door open again and peeked into the bedroom. Karen remained as she had been, lying on the groom with her arms around his neck. I watched as Sean quickly donned his clothes and slipped out the bedroom door.

  As soon as the bedroom door closed, Karen rolled off Marcus. She hopped up and locked the door. Then she climbed back onto the bed. The groom’s cock had softened, but I was pretty sure the tip of his condom was empty. Apparently, he hadn’t cum when Sean did.

  Karen knelt next to Marcus and kissed him as she grasped his cock with an underhand grip. She pulled off the condom and tossed it on the floor. She gave him another kiss on the lips and then moved down and started sucking his unsheathed cock as she massaged his balls.

  He quickly stiffened, and once again, I was impressed by the size and perfection of his tool. Karen climbed on top of him and guided him to her entrance. She slowly slid down his length until she was fully impaled again.

  I was momentarily unsettled by the fact that Marcus wasn’t wearing a condom. But then I decided that Karen probably was safe going bareback with a guy who was on the verge of getting married. On the other hand, I thought it foolish of him to have unprotected sex with a woman he didn’t know anything about. But, despite the fact that she was pretending to be a stripper, Karen had an air of wholesomeness about her, and I really couldn’t imagine any man refusing her offer to fuck him bareback.

  Karen leaned on her forearms and ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him and began sliding up and down his cock. He lay there passively, holding onto her ankles as she continued, picking up the tempo. Time and time again, she slid almost all the way off his cock and then slammed herself back down his length. Karen clearly was the aggressor. She was fucking him.

  She lay down on him and put her arms around his neck again. Her breasts were squeezed between their bodies, rubbing his chest with each stroke. He held her hips as she continued to pleasure herself with his cock.

  They moved together like that for quite some time. Then Karen sat up straight and began riding him like a rocking horse, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. She pulled his hands up to her breasts and put her hands over his. She squeezed his hands and encouraged him to squeeze her nipples. Once he was doing what she wanted, she put her hands on his shoulders and rode him in earnest. I could hear her grunting and panting. After a couple of minutes, she started to tremble and moan. She squeezed him between her thighs and shook her head. She pushed his hands away and squeezed her own nipples as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

  When she finally calmed, she leaned forward and kissed him passionately. He held her kiss as she moved her hips in a tight circle, squirming around on his rigid cock. As they continued to kiss, Karen began to slide up and down his cock again, very slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Finally, she had to break off the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his head and rode him to another climax. This time, she squeezed him between her thighs and trembled for a couple of minutes. She made sounds that were half moan and half squeal. When she finally regained her composure, she slowly rose and pressed a nipple against his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and held tight as she eased herself off his cock. He finally had to let go when she moved off of him and sank facedown onto the bed next to him.

  Marcus rolled onto his side and ran his hand up and down over the curve of her ass. After a while, he gave her a pat on the butt and then rolled over on top of her. He slid back onto his knees, straddling her thighs, and placed his hands on her hips. Karen pushed her ass into the air, arching her back and presenting her sex to him. I could see that she was very wet for him. He held her hips and guided the head of his cock between her slippery folds. As he started to thrust into her, Karen pushed back against him, taking him deep into her belly again.

  He leaned over her on his hands and knees and thrust into her. She pushed her butt up to meet each thrust. I was amazed that he didn’t cum. I was rock-hard, dripping, and on the precipice myself. I guessed he already had cum a couple of times and just didn’t have another shot left in him.

  After a while, he rolled onto his side, pulling her over with him, his cock still balls-deep in her pussy. He grasped her breast with one hand and squeezed her nipple. She lifted her leg over his, spreading herself wide and giving him total access to her. She turned her head and kissed him.

  He squeezed her breast and pumped her. She began to gasp and moan and wriggle her ass against him. I was amazed that he still didn’t cum. I was on the ragged edge.

  Karen wriggled away from him and turned flat on her back. She drew up her knees and spread herself wide open. She tugged him over onto her and g
uided his cock back into her. He lay down on her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he kissed her deeply. He began moving in her again, slowly at first, and then faster and deeper.

  His thrusts got so forceful that he had to lift his chest off of her and rest on his elbows. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her downward each time he drove into her. She grasped his hips and moaned and chanted, “Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

  He was really pounding her. I knew he was straining, trying to cum one more time. She was panting and squealing and chanting, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes…yes…yes! Fuck me!” I was sure she was on the edge again, and she wanted him to cum with her. Then she said the words that tore at my heart while they pulled him over the edge. She clung to his neck and cried, “Oh, cum baby! Cum with me! Give me your sperm! I want your sperm deep inside me!” And with those words, he exploded…and I deflated. My stomach churned when I heard her implore him with the very same words she had whispered to me so many times.

  I blinked away the tears that welled in my eyes. They were lying together, kissing tenderly. They both were spent, but he was still in her, his balls resting against her ass. I could see his semen seeping down her crack and dripping onto the bed.

  They were beautiful together. And the sight was devastating to me. I realized that this was the first time I had seen Karen with another man without her knowing that I was there watching. So she wasn’t putting on a show for me. She was satisfying her own desires. In a way, it was stimulating to see her lust after him. But it also hurt my heart to know that she wanted him. It was like Rachel all over again, giving herself to another man instead of me. I imagined that I was watching Rachel with her husband on their honeymoon. I was watching her take him into her body, urging him to plant his seed in her. I imagined that I was watching another man impregnate the love of my life. I couldn’t watch any more. I quietly closed the door.

  * * * *

  Karen was quiet as we drove back to my man-cave in Halawa. She had her head back against the headrest, and her eyes were closed. I drove with my left hand, and held her left hand with my right. Thuy and Crystal were in the back seat, excitedly counting and dividing up the money from the poker game.

  My car reeked of sex to the point that I considered putting down the windows. Back at the party, the bathrooms had been occupied with guys who wanted to wash up before going home to their wives and girlfriends. So, the three women and I had decided to clean up at my place rather than wait for a turn in the bathrooms there.

  Thuy and Crystal finished counting out the money. Thuy reached over the seat back and tapped Karen on the shoulder with a stack of bills. “Here you go. You share of poker money.”

  “Thanks,” Karen said without opening her eyes. She tightened her grip on my hand as she reached back with her free hand and took the money. She held it in her lap for a moment and then let it cascade onto the floor in front of her seat. Everyone was quiet for the rest of the ride.

  Back at my place, the women made a bee-line for the bathroom. I decided to have a drink. I hadn’t had much at the party because I was going to be driving afterward. But I was done driving for the night, and I thought some Woodford Reserve might be in order. Maybe a lot of Woodford Reserve.

  I poured a shot and tossed it down. It warmed my stomach and sent a tingle through my brain. I had another, and the tingle turned into a buzz. I poured a third shot over a couple of ice cubes and meandered through my office and the bedroom to the bathroom.

  The entire bathroom was tiled, with a floor drain near one end. The shower area was large enough that it didn’t need walls or a glass enclosure. It was just one end of the open room, so there was plenty of space for all three women at the same time.

  I stood in the doorway and took in the sight of the women showering together. I don’t think they realized I was watching as they took turns washing each other with the hand-held shower. Thuy directed the stream of water between Karen’s legs and told her to spread. Then she used her fingers to part Karen’s folds so she could flush all the semen out of Karen’s pussy while Crystal ran a soapy washcloth over Karen’s body.

  I knew that Thuy was lusting after Karen, and I wondered if she would try to seduce her in the shower. Perhaps they would have an all-woman threesome. Normally, the idea would have turned me on. But tonight, I just wasn’t in the mood. My heart still ached. I decided to go back to my office until they were finished.

  I was into my fourth shot of bourbon, again on the rocks, when Thuy and Crystal emerged from the bedroom, fully dressed and smelling of fresh soap and shampoo. I followed them down the stairs and opened the rollup door so Thuy could back her car out of my warehouse. I waved and lowered the door and went back upstairs.

  I found Karen still in the shower, leaning with her hands against the wall and letting the hot water cascade over her. I stripped off my clothes and joined her.

  “Good thing I have an on-demand water heater,” I said as I slipped between Karen and the showerhead.

  She nodded as she turned and came into my arms. She hugged me and pressed her cheek against my chest. “You know, I had sex with the groom while you were with Crystal.”

  “I know. I was watching from the bathroom.”

  “What?”

  “After Crystal and I were finished. I went into the bathroom and peeked through the door.”

  “Really? You watched us?”

  “Uh-huh. You and the groom…and the best man.”

  Karen nodded. “They said they always wanted to share a woman, and they thought this might be their last chance.” She paused for a moment and then continued. “They offered me a thousand dollars to have sex with the two of them.” She hesitated again. “Now I understand why you don’t offer to pay women to have sex with you.”

  “I saw them both fucking you at the same time.”

  “Yeah. But I didn’t do it for the money. I didn’t take it.”

  Karen leaned back a bit and looked up. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes as she gazed into mine.

  “Are we okay?” she finally asked.

  I lifted her chin and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Yes, we are.”

  She smiled and hugged me. I could feel her relief in her embrace. “Thank you. Thank you so much for letting it be okay.” She stepped back and picked up the soap. She lathered a washcloth and thoroughly washed my cock and balls. She lathered the cloth again and ran it all over my body. She picked up the hand-held shower and rinsed me. When she was finished, she put it back in its holder and came into my arms again. I lifted her chin and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. I was hard as a rock.

  “What have we here?” Karen said as she rubbed her belly against my erection.

  “Pay no attention to him,” I said. “He’s incorrigible. I imagine you’ve been fucked enough tonight.”

  Karen nodded. “I can’t believe it. I had sex with more men tonight than I’d had in my whole life up to now.”

  “Yeah, from what I saw, you were fucked pretty thoroughly.”

  She nodded. “You’re right about that.” She was quiet for a while. Then she asked, “Did it make you jealous, watching me with those other men?”

  “Terribly.”

  “But did it turn you on, too?”

  “Enormously.”

  “So are you sorry? If you had it to do over, would you let those guys fuck me again?”

  My mind raced. I wondered what she wanted my answer to be. I decided just to be honest. “Yeah, I would. I can’t really explain it. I guess I don’t even understand it. But even though it made my stomach churn, it was a huge turn-on to watch them lust after you, to see their inhibitions overpowered by their desire for you.”

  Karen nodded. “Truth is, it’s a turn-on for me, too, knowing how it affects you. I like that I can make you jealous. And that it turns you on so much.”

  “Ah…I see. So you fucked those guys just for me?”

  “Well…no. I di
d the poker thing for Thuy and Crystal because they really wanted the money. And I did the best man for the groom. But to be honest, I did the groom for me. He’s really handsome, and he has a beautiful body and a great cock. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a pretty-boy like him. And, I got turned on by the idea of being the last woman to fuck him before his wedding.”

  “Pretty boy?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “So what does that make me?”

  “A ruggedly handsome dirty old man.”

  “Hmm…so, how was the pretty boy?”

  Karen took a big breath and then sighed. “Great body. Great cock. But needs practice. Definitely not up to ruggedly-handsome-dirty-old-man standards.”

  “Ah, flattery will get you anywhere. But would you fuck the pretty boy again if you got the chance?”

  “No. Been there. Done that.” She looked at me for a beat and winked. “But maybe you could find some other guy for me to fuck and make you all jealous and horny.”

  My balls tightened. “Maybe.”

  Karen leaned back and looked me in the eyes. “Know the difference between fucking and making love?”

  “Tell me.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. She slowly swayed her hips, rubbing her belly against my erection. She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t we get into bed and I’ll show you.”

  I turned off the shower and picked up a clean towel. I made an attempt to dry Karen. She grabbed the towel and wiped me down and then finished drying herself. She hung the towel on my erection. I tossed it aside. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

  I stood next to the bed with Karen cradled in my arms. I kissed her lips and each nipple before I gently lowered her onto the bed. She scooted over a bit, and I climbed on top of her.