Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Secrets That Women Keep
Some bachelorette parties aren't virtuous at all. In fact, it's best to keep some a secret, especially the ones that involve me doing something amoral to one of the girls. I know that I'd hate to be the boyfriend, fiance, or husband of some of these girls. I'm not proud of these moments, but that doesn't mean I won't tell.
I had my second threesome at a bachelorette party in the summer of 2004. A blond girl hired me for her best friend who was the bachelorette. The blonde was engaged. The bachelorette was getting married in a few days. The party took place in a house in the country. I had a threesome with both girls.
It wasn't planned.
There were only six girls at this party, including the blonde and bachelorette. All of them ranged from pretty to beautiful.
Everyone drank a lot, beyond tipsy. I drank a bit too, but was only buzzed. I needed a drink this night especially, because these girls were wild. They already ripped my thong off. They took baby oil and lathered my whole body with it.
Then, the night became surreal.
One girl asked if she could rub my cock with the baby oil. I told her that she could. The next thing I knew, every girl there was taking turns massaging my cock in baby oil. I felt so detached at that moment that it was a miracle that I stayed hard. I felt like I was watching a movie rather than participating in it.
As I was dancing naked in front of the bachelorette, she grabbed my cock and gently pulled me closer. "This may be the alcohol talking," she said, "but I wanna fuck you."
I didn't reply, just stared.
Her friends interrupted the silence, saying that they wanted a turn. I went over to the blonde who hired me. She wore a pair of very short jeans shorts. I laid her spread-eagle on the couch, my hands grasping her ankles. She didn't have long legs, but they were tanned and firm. I rubbed my hard cock against her crotch.
"Mmmm, you're such a tease," the blonde moaned.
I continued thrusting.
"Stop teasing me..."
"Because you're not going to do me," she said.
I stopped, excited, hoping. "You want me to do you?"
The blonde paused. "Yes..."
She said this in front of the other girls. Everyone was quiet, listening, until the bachelorette interrupted, "I wanna join!"
The blonde and I looked at the bachelorette. "Okay," I said. "Let's do this. Got a bed we can use?"
"Are you serious?" the bachelorette asked.
"Sure," I said. Then, I asked the blonde, "You wanna do this?"
So the blonde, bachelorette, and I went into the nearby bedroom. I grabbed my condoms from my clothes on the way. The other four girls waited outside in disbelief.
The blonde and bachelorette focused on me. This threesome wasn't like those in porno movies where the girls act like they're into each other. These girls avoided each other like the plague. This became obvious when the blonde accidentally placed her hand on the bachelorette and started caressing her.
"Um, you're touching me," the bachelorette said to her friend.
I had about ten minutes of pure enjoyment until I heard a cell phone ring from outside the door. I heard one of the girls answer. Then, she knocked on the door to the bedroom.
The bachelorette stopped sucking my cock and lifted her head. "What?" she said, annoyed.
"Hey, it's your soon-to-be husband," the girl said.
"Oh God," the bachelorette said in an undertone. "Tell him I'm in then bathroom!"
"Okay," the girl replied. She lied to the man on the phone about what the bachelorette was doing. A brief pause. "He said he's on his way here now."
"That motherfucker!" the bachelorette yelled. "Shit! I was beginning to have fun too!"
The blonde swore and got up to get dressed. She told me that her fiance was the bachelor's best man and she didn't want to get caught. I got dressed, because I didn't want to get shot. The other girls helped me gather my belongings. After that, they began cleaning up the house.
Only the blonde followed me out to my car. She asked for my phone number before I left.
When I got home, I realized that in my haste I left over fifty dollars at that party. On top of that, the blonde never called me. I guess she felt guilty about what she did the next day. She was engaged.
Like I said earlier, I wasn't proud of this moment. Looking back, I would've done things different. Yet this is one of those moments that few men ever witness. I'm sure that those men who were involved with those girls never knew about the real story of that bachelorette party.