Wife-to-be ends up fuck-slut at her fiancé’s bachelor party
It seemed like a good idea at the time…that is what I said to my fiancé four hours later.
The wedding was in two weeks, on December 30th (a strange time, I agree, but with lots of family coming from great distances, it was the best choice…plus leaving all the snow for Hawaii was a great honeymoon compromise).
I had no doubt become bridezilla with all the problems the past month. I won’t get into the details but that old adage ‘anything that can go wrong will’ was proving true right before my eyes.
My bitchiness had taken its toll on my fiancé, Dwayne, and I decided to make it up to him.
I decided I would give myself to him completely, including my anal virginity, which I had bluntly refused to do many times in the past. I had prepped my ass for his smaller-than-most five inch cock the past week with three increasingly larger butt plugs.
I told him I was going to my maid-of-honour Amy’s place for last minute wedding planning, and was going to spend the night there. Instead, with Amy’s help, I got inside a box, naked except for some sexy lingerie and thigh highs, and then Amy wrapped up the box to make it look like an elaborate Christmas gift, which it was.
Amy created a few breathing and access holes, both so I had air to breathe and to give Dwayne access to my three pleasure holes and my breasts.
As Amy finished, she asked, still surprised by this idea, which was so out of character for me, and more like something she would do, “You sure about this?”
I laughed, “I’m already in the box, plus he has been incredibly patient as I briefly went over to the dark side.”
“It’s one kinky idea,” Amy laughed.
Wife-to-be ends up fuck-slut at her fiancé’s bachelor party
“Apparently you are finally wearing off on me,” I quipped.
“You calling me a slut?” She asked.
“No, just a very liberal cock connoisseur,” I quipped.
“Bitch,” she quipped, surprising me by sliding a finger inside the box and going to my pussy lips.
“Amy!” I gasped, helpless to stop her. She had tried to get me to explore the other side many times, but I had always rejected the temptation…women just never doing anything for me sexually. Although if I ever was going to munch cunt, as she so eloquently put it, she would be the perfect choice. She is a beautiful redhead that makes gay guys question their sexuality (she had actually fucked three gay guys).
She quipped, “I’m just playing with your box,” as her finger parted my pussy lips and slid inside me.
The idea that I was about to get ass-fucked for the first time both had me incredibly excited, as prepping myself with three different butt plugs had been pleasantly arousing, and nervous: would a real cock hurt? I involuntarily moaned at the surprise violation by my best friend. “Amyyy.”
Pulling her finger out, she quipped, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” After a moment she added, “Damn you taste yummy.”
Her finger gone, I suddenly wished it back, it being over a month since Dwayne and I had fucked. Plus, hearing her tell me how good I tasted was both surreal and flattering. I quipped, “Be careful, I may make you my full service maid-of-honour.”
“Challenge accepted,” she quipped, before asking, “You sure you’re comfortable in there?”
Although the box was long and thin, I was relatively comfortable on my hands and knees. “As long as he isn’t an hour late,” I joked, Dwayne being a man of habit, he was never late.
“I’m going to write a little note for him,” she added.
“What are you going to write?” I asked, knowing she was devious enough to write almost anything.
“That is for me to know and you to find out,” she quipped, before adding, “literally.”
Suddenly there was a door handle sound. “Shit, he’s early,” Amy gasped. “I’ll sneak out the back.”
“Kkkkk,” I said, giddy with anticipation.
A few seconds later I hear the door open and him rustling around. Then I heard footsteps as he reached me.
I was full of giddy trepidation as his finger touched my pussy lips. I let out a soft moan, my pussy already wet from both the anticipation and the brief tease by Amy.
The finger slowly parted my pussy lips creating an involuntarily trembling. I was ready to be fucked.
Like Amy, as quickly as the finger was there teasing me, it was gone.
I expected him to either fuck me or unwrap the box, yet he went to the side hole and began cupping my breast, moving to my stiff nipple and giving it a firm squeeze, again making me moan.
I wanted to scream ‘fuck me already’, but I wanedt him to enjoy this gift entirely, so I remained quiet and waited for the inevitable.
He again moved his hand away, before moving to the hole in front of my face and putting his fingers in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his fingers as if it were a cock, trying to entice him to replace his fingers with the real thing.
Frustratingly, he again withdrew his fingers and walked around, this time going to my ass.
He moved his finger between my ass cheeks before slowly poking it inside my ass. I stiffened even though I’d prepared for my first ass fucking.
After a briefly fingering my ass, the fingers again left and returned to my cunt.
He tapped on my clit, making my whole body tremble, and my pussy leaked slightly as I wanted to scream, “Will you open your present already!?!?!”
Suddenly, I heard the door open again. I instantly stiffened as the guy teasing my clit finally spoke and I realized it wasn’t my husband molesting me but his best friend Joey, “Did you get a stripper?”
Footsteps coming closer, a voice answered, “No, Dwayne stressed no strippers, but Mike obviously ignored it.”
Joey laughed, “Looks like Mike technically kept his word. I assume she is a prostitute, look at the words above her ass.
The other guy laughed, “‘Pick a hole’, delicious.”
I gasped. So that’s what Amy had written.
The other guy probed my pussy lips as I tried to figure some way out of this predicament.
As he probed me, he asked, “What is the plan?”
“I thought we were going to the bar,” Joey answered, “Although I’m not so sure now.”
“Think I can fuck her?” He asked, making my whole body tense.
“Not sure, we should probably wait until Mike gets here,” Joey replied.
“Probably right, but fuck she is soaked,” he accurately declared.
I wasn’t sure why I was so wet, my feelings right now utter shame, yet my body was betraying my morals.
As I was fingered, the door opened again and Joey greeted, “Mike, this is a new one.”
“What is?” Mike asked, as fingers left my cunt.
After a pause, Mike asked, “What’s this?”
“This isn’t your work?” Joey asked.
“Nope. Dwayne made it pretty clear, no strippers. That bitch wife-to-be already has him domesticated,” Mike answered. Was that what they thought of me? I mean I could definitely be a bitch, but I had no idea that was how his friends saw me.
“I know,” Joey laughed, “his last chance to ever get head is probably tonight.”
Joey was a sweetheart around me, so hearing him talk like this was very shocking. Although men would be shocked too if they knew what women talked about when with each other.
“Has she talked?” Mike asked.
“No, she hasn’t made a sound,” Joey said.
Mike asked, “Hey, we won’t open you until the groom arrives, but what’s your name in there?”
I remained silent, knowing Joey for sure and likely Mike would recognize my voice. No, the best plan of action was utter silence and praying they would go to the bar without unwrapping the box.
“No words, well lets feel what we have at least,” Mike said, before putting his hand in the box and cupping my breasts. “Nice tits, erect nipples.”
“This bitch is revved up and ready for action,” the guy I didn’t recognize commented.
Soon another hand was touching my cunt. I wanted to shout for them to stop, but I couldn’t without revealing it was me. The only way out of this without total embarrassment was to remain silent and hope they did indeed go to the bar. And, at this point, I’d already let three of my fiancé’s friends fondle me…how would I explain that to him?
Other men arrived over the next twenty minutes, each fingering me, making crude comments and yet, of course, no one taking credit for ordering it.
I continued to hear comments like “I don’t know… his fiancé seems like a bit of a prude… I assumed strippers would be off limits for this party…he might be pissed when he gets here.”
With each additional man touching me I felt more ashamed, more unable to come clean and get out, and surprisingly more wet and eager for the next man. I was being teased like crazy and desperately wanted to come.
Eventually, Dwayne arrived and didn’t touch the box but laughed, “Feel free to play with her as you wish.” I couldn’t believe he had just accidentally given all his friends permission to fondle me.
I’m doubly horrified when they agree to just stay there and drink once Dwayne reveals that I won’t be coming home tonight.
The next hour is an eternity of teasing and humiliation. Men reach into the box to play with my breasts, finger my pussy, and, occasionally, tease my ass.
So many things were said, like:
“Who hired the hooker?” (a term that made me want to cry)
“Can we fuck her? (Which had me trembling with guilt, yet excitement)
“Fuck she is soaking wet.” (Which also had me mortified with guilt, and excitement)
“Even her ass is begging for it.” (Ironically true, but not like this)
“Nice firm rack.” (Which was flattering. considering they were hanging down Ike a sows).
Dwayne admitted, after a couple of drinks, and under pressure to unwrap the present, “Guys, she would kill me.”
I was relieved to hear he was going to be loyal to me, although my relief was short lived as he added, “But you guys can use her as you wish.”
I experienced a few more minutes of being groped, fondled and fingered, both my pussy and ass defiled as the drinking continued, although as the night went on the violations became rougher.
Then the inevitable happened. I reached orgasm when someone pumped three fingers in me aggressively. I fought to not cum, but an hour of constant probing was too much and I clenched my teeth so as to not scream out loud and give away my identity.
Unfortunately, once I reach orgasm I can come again and again, and that I did.
A minute later, the fingers turned into a fist and I could barely hold back from screaming as my cunt was widened unnaturally. Although there was a slight burn, the pleasure was intense and I knew I was in for a long night of humiliating ecstasy…feeling like a cheap slut and undeniably loving every minute of it.
Suddenly, the front of the box got darker as a hard cock poked my cheek. As the hand continued fisting me, I opened my mouth and the cock slid in and I began sucking.
“The slut is sucking,” someone declared and soon I felt the fist pull out and a cock replace it. A very big cock. Soon I was bouncing back and forth like a rocking horse, taking cock in both ends. Although the act was so slutty, especially with my fiancé somewhere in the room, it was also exhilarating, easily the most sexually satisfying moment of my life.
In only a couple of minutes, the guy fucking my mouth shot a load down my throat. As soon as he was done coming, he pulled out and another cock replaced his. “Get sucking, slut,” Joey’s voice demanded.
I had no choice but to suck Joey’s cock. His was not long, but he was thick, and widened my lips.
Meanwhile, I kept bouncing back on the cock in my cunt, wanting to cum again, yet mortified simultaneously by the reality that the unknown cock may come inside me. My fear was made a reality a minute later when I heard a grunt and felt my cunt walls coated in cum. I always loved the feeling of cum filling my cunt, but, not knowing whose it was and having an unprotected womb, twistedly brought me to another orgasm even as it shamed me.
“Fuck her cunt is tight,” someone said, as he pulled out.
“Let me take a go at that,” someone else said and my cunt was filled again.
This crazy accidental gangbang continued for half an hour as I swallowed a half dozen loads of cum and felt another similar amount fill my well fucked cunt, including about the same number of orgasms for myself.
Finally, my body aching, cum leaking out my cunt, both my holes were finally empty. I thought I was done, but then things got crazier. I heard my father-in law’s voice, “Well, my wife hasn’t given me head in years.”
A few guys pressured, “It’s not cheating if it is something your wife doesn’t do,” one guy said.
“Yes, just shove it in there,” another added.
“What the Hell, why not,” my father-in-law agreed, and soon my mouth was again full of cock. As I began sucking on his cock, my father-in-law-to-be said, “James, come fuck her cunt.”
My eyes went wide as I heard James, my father, joke, “This would be the ultimate father-in-law bonding.”
“What happens at the stag stays at the stag,” my father-in-law quipped, as I felt a cock slide inside my cunt.
I prayed it wasn’t my father, but my prayers weren’t answered as I heard my father, his voice now right above me, say, “Shit, this is the first fresh cunt I’ve had in thirty years.”
I couldn’t believe it. I was getting fucked by my father. I also couldn’t believe that even though I was mortified by the reality of it, my cunt was heating up again, the taboo act somehow turning me on. My body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of my father’s surprisingly long cock before deep-throating my father-in-law’s much smaller cock.
Deciding to ignore whose cocks I had in me, I focused on the task at hand, getting them to come. My dad shocked me, the first to talk directly to me throughout the evening, as he ordered, after a couple minutes of fucking, authoritatively, like he was as a father, “Beg for my cock, slut.”
I couldn’t believe my father would say such words ever, yet I also couldn’t believe he would fuck a stranger in a box. Yet, I knew I couldn’t speak, couldn’t reveal my identity, the only shred of dignity left in my weary soul was my secret identity being protected by this cardboard box.
“The slut has a mouthful of cock,” my father-in-law quipped.
My father laughed, “I guess that is true.”
I got a brief reprieve as I continued to willingly submit to an act of incest. Another orgasm was undeniably rising as I bounced back on my dad’s big cock, wishing the box wasn’t in the way, yet thankful it was hiding my identity. What would he say if he knew he was fucking his daughter? What would Dwayne say if he knew I was not only sucking off his father, but fucking my own? The whole ordeal was fucked up, yet I couldn’t deny the ultimate pleasure that coursed through me.
“God, I forgot how great it was to get a blow job,” my father-in-law moaned.
Dwayne, who had been quiet for a long time, quipped, “Clarissa can give one hell of a blow job.”
I would usually be mortified by such words about me, yet at the moment I thought, ‘damn right’ as I was getting ready to take yet another load down my throat.
“Your mother-in-law has a vacuum mouth herself,” my father grunted, as he kept fucking me.
“Like mother, like daughter,” someone else quipped.
I couldn’t believe the conversation as I heard my father-in-law grunt and say, “Here comes my load, slut.”
I kept bobbing, eager to swallow another load of cum.
“Mine too,” my father grunted, as within seconds of each other they both deposited their cum in my two well fucked holes.
Once they both pulled out, my father said, “Go ahead, Dwayne, fuck this slut’s ass, it has been waiting for you all night.”
I couldn’t believe my father was telling my fiancé to cheat on me.
“I don’t know,” Dwayne said, “Clarissa would kill me.”
“What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her,” my father-in-law added.
“Still, I would know,” Dwayne countered.
“Well, at least unwrap the present and let’s take a look at what we’ve been fucking,” someone else said.
“I guess we could do that,” Dwayne agreed, my whole body stiffening as I realized everyone was about to realize who was in the box.
“It’s the least you can do,” Mike quipped, “someone obviously went to a lot of work setting this up for you, even though they won’t take credit for it.”
“Probably don’t want to be on my daughter’s bad list, she can be quite a bitch,” my father said.
It’s crazy how one day can forever change who you are. Everyone thought I was a cold bitch and yet tonight I’d been anything but. Part of me wanted to be unwrapped so they could all see I’m not some ice queen, yet a bigger side of me knew that was a terrible idea.
Dwayne’s tone suddenly shifted and he said, “Guys, time to leave, my wife is on her way home.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” my father cursed.
“Guys, head home now,” Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious of what my text said. It was likely Amy.
“What about the whore?” someone asked.
“I’ll deal with it,” Dwayne said.
“You sure?” Mike asked.
“Yes, now go before she gets here,” Dwayne ordered.
The men began to leave even as a couple gave me last minute breast squeezes or fingerings.
Joey also asked, his tone curious, “You sure you don’t want help with the box?”
“No,” Dwayne replied. “I think the text happening when it did was a sign to not unwrap it. Once you are all gone, I’ll unwrap the box a bit and let her leave without her identity being revealed.”
“Always a gentleman,” Joey teased.
Soon everyone was gone, and I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was going to get out of this predicament without being revealed if Dwayne kept to what he told his friends.
Dwayne said, “Amy wants to know how I liked your surprise?”
I wanted to speak, but I was speechless. He knew it was me. He knew I had sucked and fucked his friends, his father and my father.
He began to unwrap the box. “I mean I thought it was weird when no one took credit for it. Yet, this was definitely not what I would have possibly guessed.”
“I’m so sorry,” I weakly said, tears streaming from my eyes, my marriage over before it even started.
He didn’t say anything else, as he opened the box and broke it open. “Stand up, your knees must be killing you.”
“My shame is killing me,” I countered, as I did indeed stand up, unable to look him in the eye as cum leaked out of my cunt, a visual reminder of my betrayal.
“Well, I have to admit, spontaneity isn’t usually your thing,” he said, his tone unreadable.
“Tell me about it,” I laughed harshly at myself.
He took my hands and asked, “You were planning to give me anal sex as an early Christmas present?”
“Yes,” I admitted, finally looking into his eyes. “I figured I owed you for being so patient during my brief crossing to the dark side.”
“Weddings will do that,” he smiled, always so patient, the ying to my yang.
“Do you hate me?” I asked, petrified of hearing the answer to the question.
“I could never hate you,” he replied, leaning in and kissing me.
When he broke the kiss, I asked, “You’re not mad?”
“Surprised, and a little turned on,” he answered,
“R-r-really?” I stammered, a glimmer of hope that my relationship with this perfect man wasn’t over.
“Yes, but I do think I need to fuck you, I’m not a big fan of the thought that the last two inside you were my dad and yours,” he said, taking charge by putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me back onto my knees.
I fished his cock out of his pants and eagerly took it in my mouth, happy to notice it was rock hard.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look your father in the eye again,” Dwayne said, as I bobbed on his cock.
Taking his cock out of my mouth, I asked, “Can we never ever talk about this again?”
“Sure,” he quipped, “although I always knew you had daddy issues.”
“Bastard,” I shot back.
“Slut,” he retaliated, as he pulled me up and bent me over the couch and slid his cock in my cunt and added, “At least I’m the last one in this hole now, too.”
“Why don’t you make it three for three,” I moaned, desperately wanting to give him the last of my three holes, just as I had when this crazy night started.
“You sure?” he asked, always the gentleman.
“Fuck my ass, baby,” I purred.
“Okay,” he said, still unsure. He pulled out of my cunt and moved his cock to my ass.
“Just slam it in baby, I’m so fucking horny and been prepping my ass all week for your cock,” I admitted, dying to know what a real cock would feel like in my ass.
“Okay,” he again agreed, although he started slow.
“That’s it, fill your bitchy fiancé’s ass,” I moaned, quoting his friends.
“You probably heard a lot of things you were never supposed to hear,” he admitted, as he continued sliding inside my ass.
“It was a very blunt wake up call,” I admitted, “apparently all your friends think I am a bitch.”
“I imagine they would change their opinion if they knew who was in the box,” he pointed out.
“I’d go from bitch to slut,” I moaned, as his cock filled me.
“An ass slut,” he grunted, as he began moving in and out of my ass.
“Your personal ass slut,” I moaned, liking him calling me names.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.
I imagined my cunt wasn’t so tight after the plethora of cocks that fucked me tonight, many bigger than his. I begged, “Well, then fuck me hard and gape my ass.”
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.
“Over a dozen cocks,” I quipped.
Suddenly the door opened and Joey walked back in. “I forgot my wall….”
Dwayne didn’t stop fucking my ass, as he said, “Don’t you say a word.”
“My lips are sealed,” he said, clearly stunned by seeing me and realizing it had been me in the box.
Feeling so slutty, so horny, and wanting to break the myth that I was a bitch, I ordered, “Well, don’t just sit there, come fuck my face with that big cock of yours.”
Dwayne gasped from behind, but went along with it, “Yes, my wife is making up for being such a fucking bitch lately.”
Joey, like most guys, didn’t need to be told twice when such an offer was given. He walked over to me, stood up on the couch, pulled his pants down and shoved his cock in my mouth. “I can’t believe it was her the whole time.”
“Me neither,” Dwayne nodded, as he began really slamming his cock in my ass.
I slobbered all over Joey’s cock, moaning like a slut, as my ass got reamed.
Wondering what it would be like to get double penetrated, I said, “Change positions.”
Dwayne slid out of my ass, and I ordered, “Sit down, Joey.”
Joey did and I quickly straddled his big cock.
I looked up at my fiancé and ordered, “Come DP your wife-to-be.”
“Fuuuuck,” he said, disbelieving, as he moved behind me and slid his cock back in my ass.
“Fuuuuuuck yes,” I moaned, the sensation of being DP’d even better than I imagined.
Joey leaned forward and began sucking on my breasts, which only enhanced the pleasure.
Dwayne slammed into me, making my tits slap Joey in the face.
“Oh yes, fuck my ass baby, slam that cock in my rear,” I moaned, wanting to feel his cum in my ass.
“I’m close,” he groaned.
“Come in my ass, baby,” I demanded, “fill my ass with your cum.”
“Kkkkkk,” he grunted, a couple of strokes later.
“Yessssss,” I moaned, the feeling of something spraying in my ass a new turn on and bringing me close to my own orgasm.
As he pulled out, I began riding Joey’s cock, wanting to come again myself.
After a couple minutes, Joey ordered, “Ride my cock with that ass of yours, slut.”
I was surprised by his order and his name calling, yet so horny and definitely a slut tonight, I obeyed. I awkwardly stood up, and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock.
“Oh fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, as my asshole was widened by his girth.
“That’s it slut, take it all up your shit hole,” he ordered.
The language was no nasty, it only made me hotter. “Yes, sirrrrr,” I groaned, feeling so submissive.
“It’s master, bitch,” Joey firmly scolded, this side of him so shocking and hot.
“Yesss, Master,” I moaned, almost forgetting Dwayne was there.
Finally, I had taken all his cock in my ass. He grabbed my hips, held me down and began bucking up.
“Mother fuuuuuucker,” I screamed, as his cock reached depths deeper than any toy had. The pleasure-pain principle was definitely at work as my orgasm cascaded through me in seconds.
“That’s it, ass slut,” he said, holding me in place, “cum like a dirty little slut.”
“Yesssss, Master,” I weakly got out, as I squeezed my tits while my orgasm rushed through me.
His own orgasm wasn’t far behind as I felt a second load of cum fill my ass.
“Yes, fill my asssssssss,” I screamed.
Finally, my legs cramping, I stood up and felt cum leak out of my ass.
My fiancé, his cock still hard, was filming me.
I asked, “You like watching me get fucked by another man?”
He nodded.
“Well, Merry Christmas,” I smiled as I walked to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock, which had last been in my ass back, in my mouth.
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