The Bachelorette Party

By

Donna M.

 

I found the DVD hidden among Laura’s music CDs.  We didn’t care for the same music—my wife tended toward pop and some country while I was more of an old-fashioned rock-and-roller.  Nevertheless I was looking for a CD that I wanted to rip onto my mp3 player when I saw the unmarked disc in the label-less jewel case.  My wife was out so curiosity prevailed.  While I loaded it into our DVD player I wondered if it was some chick porn she’d secretly downloaded and stashed.

It was porn alright, but not what I expected.

I knew straight away that the video was shot at my wife’s sister Lexi’s bachelorette party.  She was to be married in a couple of weeks and the gal-only party held weeks ago looked to be typical in that the music was loud and the liquor flowed freely.  As a keepsake I thought the video was a bit lame.

At first.

As the women got drunker and the congratulatory speeches grew more slurred the only thing of interest in the video was some of the tidbits revealed about my sister-in-law.  Both sisters are long-legged blonds with killer figures.  My wife was three years older and I thought light-years more conservative.  Lexi on the other hand had always been a little wild, and the stories the women were telling about her confirmed the wildness.

I heard Rachel say that she and Lexi on a dare during a “girls’ night out” entered a biker bar outside of town and got fucked by just about every man in the place, though Rachel, who always acted so prim and proper never said the words gang bang.  This shocked me for sure.

Cindy told a group of friends that Lexi once confessed to her that she’d lost her virginity at twelve when my wife Laura’s boyfriend at the time succumbed to her advances.  I’d seen family photos of her at that age and couldn’t blame the kid.  I had a hard-on imagining it now (twelve!), wondering if Laura ever found out. One of the women Cindy told the story to commented that Lexi made a habit of stealing other boyfriends away from her older sister.  If that were the case it’s a wonder the sisters ever got along, I thought.

Up until then the camera was in a fixed position, either sitting on a high shelf or on a tripod.  Someone picked it up and began walking around the hall where the party was held, acting like an interviewer and asking for more Lexi comments.  Some of the voices came from women on camera while others were picked up from farther away.

One of the off-camera voices said, “Don’t tell anyone but I heard that Lexi had the hots for her sister’s husband.  I bet they’ve been fucking behind Laura’s back.”

I said aloud to the TV, “No they’re not.”

A woman named Bree whispered conspiratorially to the unknown videographer, “I don’t think the marriage will last.  I mean, you’ve met Dexter, right?  The guy’s got the personality of a slug and, let’s face it, she’s got the libido of an alley cat in heat.”  They shared a mutual laugh before the cameraperson moved on.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing on several fronts.  I thought Lexi’s fiancé Dexter was a bit of a techno-geek but otherwise was okay and nowhere near being a “slug” as Bree opined.  Then there were the comments about Lexi’s libido and her history of messing with my wife’s lovers.  I’d always been attracted to Lexi in a way I never wanted to think about.  After all, an “alley cat in heat” can mess with a man’s mind.

My curiosity in what I was watching kept me until now from asking myself the big question: Laura must have watched this video or why else would she have a copy?  Hearing the things that were said must have pissed her off, and yet so close to the wedding day I hadn’t seen any frostiness toward her sister that I knew would have happened if it were me they were talking about.  I would’ve broken the DVD into little pieces.  She kept it, and I guess she has a reason.

I kept the DVD running.  Lexi’s best friend Angie made a few remarks and then in came the strippers.  Actually they’d already stripped before entering the hall.  The three men—one black and two whites—all were buff and swung the obligatory ten-inch dicks as they danced around the women.  I smiled while assessing the body language of each woman as a man approached her.  Some were appreciative of them while others seemed appalled.  The appreciative ones copped a feel, some tentatively and some boldly.  I found it humorous seeing married women I knew well acting like giddy teenagers.  I looked for my wife but at the moment she wasn’t in camera range.

Lexi was made to sit in the middle of the room as the black stripper gyrated in front of her.  I heard shouts of “suck it” from the circled crowd, and Lexi seemed gung-ho, aroused even, to have his huge bobbing and swelling member in her face.  As the mystery videographer moved in for a close-up, my sister-in-law palmed his shaft and placed her lips around the cock-head, raising her eyes (apparently to meet his) and smiled lasciviously.

Shouts of “More-more-more” and “All the way” echoed throughout the hall, and Lexi heeded the calls, showing skills that many of the assembled women probably envied—and sent a tingle though my balls and swelling cock.  Amazingly you could clearly see her throat bulge!  Deep throat indeed!

She wasn’t going to complete the deal.  She slowly allowed his full length to slip from her mouth and the man danced away to flash his impressive dick at other attendees.

The camera panned the room and focused one at a time on what each of the three men did and with whom.  Some of the women took Lexi’s unspoken dare and performed fellatio.  Some were more accomplished than others.  I laughed when Cindy choked since I thought it ironic that a woman I considered to have a big mouth couldn’t do much with it except talk.

Then I saw Laura.  She was off to the side as one of the men, one I thought she’d be attracted to more than the other two, danced up behind her as if she’d given him a signal before the camera panned her way.  They swayed as one to the music.  He remained behind her and whispered something in her ear before kissing her neck and nibbling on an ear.  She was hot.  After all, I knew the signs.

The cameraperson kept moving; however I could still see my wife at the edge of the screen throughout.  She’d worn a skirt and it was now being lifted by unseen hands.  She leaned her head back and more whispering took place.  The skirt was now bunched up at her waist exposing her fantastic thighs and the pink thong.  I saw her expression change so that’s when I knew he’d pulled her thong aside and penetrated her.

His pace matched the music’s tempo, with one hand of his at her hip and the other under her blouse and massaging a breast.

The camera moved toward a woman I didn’t know getting fucked doggie by the big black dude, so for a few minutes I lost my wife.  My imagination ran wild, and so did my cock.  The idea of what was happening thrilled me to an aching erection and not the jealousy perhaps I should be experiencing.

When the videographer swept the room again there was Laura, with no pretense of what they were doing.  Her mouth was agape, more than likely about to orgasm though I wouldn’t hear her with all the noise in the room.  I wanted to hear her, I realized.  I wanted to hear her cum by another man!  I wasn’t naïve; I knew about the whole cuckold, hot wife sharing phenomenon but never thought I’d feel like I do now.  I undid my pants and unabashedly masturbated while watching my wife’s orgasm unfold on the TV screen.

Perhaps that’s why she kept the DVD, a thought bolstered by the way her sister was looking at her as she straightened up her skirt and turned to kiss the man who just quickly made her cum. Lexi’s face could be portraying envy, or was it something else.

Eventually all three of the men got to ejaculate in or on someone, and that signaled the party was winding down.  Laura and Lexi were at the fringe talking earnestly about something, and remembering what I overheard earlier my ego wondered if they were talking about me.  I’d better get that thought out of my mind.  I also better clean my semen-splattered-self up and put the DVD back before Laura came home.

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With the bachelorette party having been weeks ago, I wasn’t sure how I could ask questions and thus dig deeper into Laura’s actions and reactions.  I figured I had to leverage the upcoming wedding into feeling out my wife on the subject.  I couldn’t get over my arousal from watching my wife getting fucked like that by a stranger and in front of people she knew.  Thinking about it now gave me a hard-on.

That night in bed I asked her some questions about her relationship with her sister, particular my “curiosity” of whether they were competitive as teens.

“All teenage siblings are competitive, Rick.  Why all of a sudden are you asking me about Lexi and me?”

“I guess I’m still trying to understand your sister.  I mean, Dex never seemed to be her type and somehow I always thought she was jealous of you for marrying me.”

Laura laughed and then said, “High opinion of yourself, have you?  Okay, seriously, yes we used to be extremely competitive, especially for men.  And yes, she has expressed her envy.”  Hugging me she suddenly exclaimed “Omigod, you’re hard!  Is that why you’re asking these things?  Are you the jealous one now because she’s getting married?”

“How could I be jealous of Dexter?” I said defensively.

“Maybe you should be.  The man definitely has it.”

“Not that I can see.”

“Maybe we women can ‘see’ something you can’t.”

My head was spinning.  This conversation traveled far afield from where I wanted it to go.  I still had the image in my head of my wife’s open mouth as the male stripper fucked her from behind.  That was why I was erect, and wouldn’t wilt at all.

“You’ll have to explain that one,” I said.  “Maybe I’m as thick as my cock is now.”

She laughed again.  “Maybe the thickness you’re talking about is close to the truth.”

Okay, maybe I wasn’t so dumb.  She’s telling me that contrary to outward appearances Dexter must be hung like a horse, or at a minimum can keep it up for hours.  “I get it, sweetheart, but how do you know?”

“Sisters share stories… among other things.”  My head spun anew.  She’s telling me something here.  Laura and Dexter?  Is that what the sharing comment was all about?  She palmed my stiff cock and lasciviously whispered “You want me to pretend I’m Lexi and take care of that?”

“That’s not what this is about, but I’d definitely love for you to take care of it.”

After a kiss, she straddled me and seductively lowered herself onto my tumescent shaft.  She maintained eye contact with me as she rode until she was approaching climax.  Then she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a near-silent moan.

That look!  I flashed back to the video on the DVD and cried out, “Oh God,” cumming like a geyser to the point some ejaculate squirted out around my buried cock like in a Japanese hentai video.  My cum volume didn’t go unnoticed.

“Jesus, you were horny!  What brought that on?”

“I love to see your face when you cum.”

“I guess so,” she murmured as she dismounted and used her fingers to ‘collect’ gobs of semen leaking from her pussy.

Her expression however appeared more like puzzlement than anything else.  Maybe she was still connecting my questions to something she hinted at but didn’t say: the bit about Dexter’s attractiveness, or maybe the long-time sibling rivalry for men.  In the back of my mind I remembered the speculation in the video that Lexi was after me.  Was something going on there too?

Even after such great sex I was still damned frustrated.

Then with a more neutral expression she asked, “By the way, have you been listening to my CDs?”

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As the wedding day approached I still had many more questions than answers.  I finessed my way out of her CD question that night in bed but it still bothered me.  Had she somehow figured out I watched her hidden DVD?  I had the urge to see the video again, and when I was home alone I went to her CD collection and located the unmarked jewel case.  However, I was surprised to find that the disc within was not the DVD of the party.  Instead it was another brand of recordable DVD and was marked “3night” on it with a red Sharpie.

I hurriedly placed the disc in our player and let it run.  If I’d been surprised before about the bachelorette party video, this one shocked me to my core.

The person holding the camera had it aimed at Dexter as he stood before a mirror in what looked like a bathroom.

Dexter wasn’t wearing his glasses.

Dexter was smiling.

Dexter was hung.

This was what my wife had hinted at, and maybe this video was how she knew it.

I assumed the camera person was Lexi, especially when I saw a wisp of blond hair flutter in front of the lens for a second as it moved.

As interested as I was in seeing my hot sister-in-law fuck her fiancé, I didn’t want to get caught since I didn’t know how soon Laura would return.  So I ejected the DVD and slipped it into my laptop, quickly ripping its contents onto my hard drive to watch later.  As I returned it to the jewel case I speculated that Laura had indeed baited me to see it.  I’d taken the bait, if that’s what she’d done, and later I’d watch it, hoping it was porn-worthy cinema.

Later that evening Laura went to bed early to read a book, so I showered and then hunkered down in the den and switched on my laptop to watch the video.

At the point I shut it off before, the camera followed smiling and dick-bobbing Dexter from the bathroom to a bedroom.  As he approached the bed he grinned back at the camera.  The camera moved about crazily as I assumed the person holding it was placing it down somewhere in order to be part of the action.  When it settled on the bed I was stunned.  Lexi was lying on the bed with her legs spread and a come-hither look on her face.

Then I knew who had been behind the camera before it was placed down.

My wife.

Thus the cryptic name on the disc: “3night” meant a threesome night.

Lexi bounded off the bed as Dex lay down.  Both sisters, one on each side of him, then crept up to him and took turns licking and sucking his cock.  He was rock hard by the time the ladies changed positions with him on the bed.  Now they were side-by-side on hands and knees and he was behind them.  I simply knew Laura would be first.  It made complete sense.  He slid his long pole into her slowly and drew it out equally as slow.  The camera caught the glistening wetness of his shaft before he plunged back in.

Her wetness.

Laura’s moans were loud as Dex held her hips and fucked her for a while until he slid out of my wife and just as easily slid over and into Lexi.  Lexi was louder but no less wet.  He went back and forth between the two women until both had screamed from sublime orgasms.  At least when he came he had the decency to cum in his fiancé’s vagina instead of my wife’s.

I truly didn’t realized I’d been stroking myself until I splattered semen all over me and my laptop.  Before I shut it down the three of them were talking about the honeymoon.  Why Laura would be interested was beyond me.

“My oh my, what a mess” Laura said from the doorway, scaring the shit out of me.

Before I could say anything in defense, I saw that she was naked and waving a piece of paper.  As a deflection I asked, “What’s that?”

“This is our airline reservations along with one for our hotel.”

“We’re traveling?” I said, completely befuddled, for a moment forgetting what I just saw in the video.

“Of course we are.  I know you just heard us talking about their honeymoon.  Well, we’re going with them to Aruba.”

“I don’t get it.”

She looked at me like someone looking at a slow child.  “You should now.  It’ll be just as much our honeymoon as theirs.  We’re going to swap; I’ll have Dex and Lexi will have you… for a solid week on a beautiful island.  And I do mean solid,” she finished with a laugh.

“This was planned all along… the movies…?”

She entered and sat on my lap, oblivious to the spent and gooey semen.  “Oh my naïve and loveable husband, you never suspected that I’ve had a few affairs since we were married.  I met Dexter early last year and it was instant attraction, even before I knew about his equipment.  God, did we fuck!  Every chance I got we got together and sparks flew.”

I swallowed, almost choking on my own bile at her revelation.  But then something else was happening besides jealousy and shock.  I thought about the video and seeing Dexter’s long cock shiny-wet as it moved in and out of her, and a shiver ran up my spine and back down to my balls.

“Wow, it’s turning you on!” she uttered in surprise as she felt the poke.  “I probably should’ve guessed it would since you watched the videos and had… this… reaction,” indicating the film of now-sticky semen output between us.

“You don’t love me?” I asked, sounding pathetic to my own ears.

“Of course I love you.  I simply need more from time to time.  Variety, you know, the spice of life.”

“Who else?”

“It’s not like I’m a slut or anything, picking strangers up in bars.  That used to be my dear sister’s bailiwick.  No, only a few, like your boss, Mr. Jameson.”

“I can’t believe that.  When?”

“Last Christmas at his party.  While you were with your cronies he had me upstairs in his bed, shagging me like I was his Christmas present.  I bet he treated you well around the office ever since.  I mean, I did put in a good word for you.”  The images in my head were leading me to a mental overload.  And yet there I was with my erection poking her backside.  She shifted until I popped between her labia.  She whispered, “Go ahead.  You deserve it until the honeymoon.”

She leaned over off my lap as I held her hips and fucked her like a madman.  At one point as her groans grew louder I muttered, “Honeymoon…?”

“With… Lexi… she… can’t… wait…”

Her orgasmic shudder was accompanied by a scream I rarely heard from her mouth.  My own groan of climax was also louder than usual.

Lexi: she’d always teased me, from my wedding day onward.  Little sexual innuendos dropped at various moments, leaning over whenever she had a plunging neckline or bending over whenever she wore a short skirt.  She was supposed to be the wild one and yet was she wilder than Laura, now that I’m finding out the real woman I married?

Apparently sated and settled back onto my lap with my softened dick still in her, Laura explained that in many ways the upcoming marriage was one of convenience.  Neither Lexi nor Dex was destined to be monogamous, and as far as Lexi was concerned I remained the 600-pound gorilla in the room.  “My baby sister always got my castoffs, and she was quick to ‘steal’ Dexter from me,” she said, “But you’ve always been something else to her.  She’d never admit it but I think it’s love.  She’s the one that opened up the possibility of sharing the honeymoon.  I think she wants to shed the past and feel like a virgin again—with you.  I bet you never thought my sister was that much of a romantic softy, did you?’

“Not really, but I never realized the real you either.”

“Do we ever know the ‘real’ person we marry?’

Interesting question, I thought.  What is real?  A ‘honeymoon’ with my wife’s sister?  Watching Dexter with Laura again?

In another week I’d find out.

 

(To be continued on Aruba…)

 

Donna M.

 

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