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  Aroused and Enchanted

  Five Explicit Erotica Stories

  All rights reserved copyright 2015 by DRC Erotic Anthologies

  A Gangbang Wasn't Part of the Plan!

  (The Jealous Wife Takes on the Bachelor Party)

  A Sexy Wife Rough Group Sex Erotica Story

  by Savannah Deeds

  all rights reserved copyright 2014 by RW Futures Erotica

  I suppose it was my fault, really. Okay, there’s no suppose at all.

  Nolan was tasked with setting up the bachelor party for his best friend and I bitched about it like crazy. He wouldn’t budge at all and I said he just wanted to look at strippers or even get a blowjob from one and it was stupid and I wouldn’t stand for it. He ignored me and asked why I got to give Regina a bachelorette party but he couldn’t give one to Pat.

  The answer was obvious, of course. Men were pigs but women had self-restraint.

  So, I cooked up a plan. I told him I’d help with everything. He was hesitant at first but I sealed the deal by showing him some websites online for the stripper. He’d bought it hook, line and sinker. He’d been skeptical at first but then I showed him the site where I was ordering the male strippers (yes, plural) for the bachelorette. “Look, Nolan,” I said. “I’m hoping you’ll have the common decency not to go crazy with the stripper.”

  “That’s a myth, honey. I won’t do anything other than watch the stripper. Nobody will.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. “Everyone always sleeps with the stripper.”

  He laughed. “There are going to be six guys there. You’re saying they’re all gonna take a turn?”

  “It wouldn’t surprise me,” I said. “You might not even take turns but take the slut two or three at a time.”

  He laughed again. “A female stripper is a slut? What are the male strippers you’re hiring?”

  I sighed dramatically. “Okay. I’m going to trust you but I don’t have a lot of confidence. Listen, we’ll follow a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy with the parties. I won’t harass you about what you did at the bachelor party but don’t you dare even ask about the strippers at our party.”

  Of course, I was full of shit. If he thought he could get away with any kind of hanky panky with a stripper he had another thing coming. He rolled his eyes and agreed with me, and then I got to work. I had a damned awesome body fueled by gymnastics in high school and college and a pretty intense workout schedule now. I had the kind of an ass men wept over. Best of all, I had stripper experience. I’d put myself through college that way. In fact, part of my fitness regime involved pole dance workouts. I was going to be the stripper and if my husband so much as let his hands wander, he was in for it. Of course, I had to make some changes to my appearance. I’d wear a mask and dye my blonde hair red. I’d also get a Brazilian bikini wax and make myself completely bare. My husband knew I was against bare pussies, knew that I thought they were just a silly way for men to worship young girls. He’d never recognize me.

  I went to a boudoir photography place and dressed in a sexy red corset with a garter belt and red stockings. Then, I put on a lacey mask, kind of like a Mardi Gras mask. For the photo shoot, I used a temporary wash-out hair color. I had the pictures taken and that evening showed them to my husband in a few poses. “This is the stripper?” he asked. I nodded and he said, “Wow. I kind of thought you were going to find someone ugly and you picked someone really, really hot.”

  “Why would I find someone ugly?” I asked. “I’m not going to pick someone ugly for the bachelorette party.”

  “Okay, then,” I said. It’s settled. Clitoria is your stripper.”

  “Clitoria? Are you serious?”

  I laughed. I’d chosen a silly name on purpose. “Well, I thought it might be better than Titties MacKenzie or Sweet Vibrations.”

  He laughed, too, and then said, “Listen, Honey. There’s no way I’m going to do anything appropriate at the bachelor party. I can’t speak for anyone else but there’s only one woman I want and she’s looking at me right now.”

  I smiled and kissed him but I wasn’t even close to convinced. That was all right. It wouldn’t be long before I’d discover just how trustworthy he really was. I almost slept with him right then. All of my plans and deception had sort of turned me on but instead of reaching down to grab at his cock through his shorts and get things started, I pulled away and said, “We should pick a place now. How about the Downtown Mayweather?”

  “That’s one of the nicest hotels in town,” he said. “That’ll work.” I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He thought sex was on the menu. I smiled sweetly and got the phone to make a reservation. I wasn’t going to sleep with him before the bachelor party. He’d have to deal with the stripper while horny, and we’d see just how much self-control he really had.

  Once it was decided, the days seemed to pass far too slowly. I brushed up on my dance moves and found myself remembering just how much I enjoyed stripping. Even stripping all by myself in front of a mirror had me turned on to no end, and I was excited about doing it in front of the men at the bachelor party. I knew I’d be turned on, and I knew that me getting turned on was going to make me a better dancer and therefore a far greater temptation for Nolan and the other men. I realized that if Nolan behaved, he’d end up having the absolutely best sex of his life after the party. If he didn’t, he was in for a hell of a long dry spell. For the first time, I was actually rooting for him instead of trying to catch him doing something inappropriate. I guess it says loads about me as a person that I was rooting for him because I was in a state of somewhat perpetual arousal and I wanted to be able to screw the hell out of him after the party and not because I wanted him to prove he was trustworthy.

  On the day of the bachelor party, it was a bit tricky because Nolan had a day off, so I had to wait until he drove off to get ready for the party. As I showered and then got everything ready, I felt my excitement growing. I checked my hair. I was as red as they came. I put a trench coat I’d purchased just for the evening over the sexy outfit and then drove the hotel. I checked my makeup in the rearview mirror and grabbed the mask but then decided it probably made more sense for me to wear sunglasses as I walked through the lobby. I put them on and grabbed the boom box and the mask and got out of the car. Nervousness hit me hard but I managed to walk through the lobby without shaking too badly. I got to the elevator, pressed the button for the right floor, and leaned against the mirrored walls. I was so damned turned on that I almost decided to throw the whole plan out the window, tell Nolan it was me, and fuck him in the bathroom as soon as possible. I got myself under control when the elevator stopped, though, and I took off the shades, put them in the pocket of the trench coat, and put on the mask.

  I cleared my throat. I was really into acting in college and still occasionally took a community theater role. I wasn’t some future Audrey Hepburn or anything like that but I was pretty good about disguising my voice in a way that made me seem like someone else altogether. Most of the men behind the hotel door were in their thirties, so I figured sultry would be better than bubbly. That meant breathy and lower-pitched. I cleared my throat and envisioned myself as Clitoria and not as me. This was it. Showtime. I knocked on the door, and I heard the noise behind it seem to erupt. The boys were excited about their entertainment. I realized as I waited for the door to open that I hoped they wouldn’t fail the test right away. I knew they’d fail it but I wanted to at least get fifteen or twenty minutes of dancing in first.r />
  I heard someone on the other side of the door and then Nolan’s smiling face was in view. I smiled at him and said in my Kathleen Turner voice, “I’m pretty sure I’m in the right place.”

  He smiled and nodded. “Everyone’s very excited to have you here.” He opened the door and stepped aside for me to walk in but I only got three steps in when he got in front of me again. “The boys have had a little to drink, so be careful, and I promise you’re going to get a really big tip, even if you have to swat a few hands away or if you need me to put someone’s head in the bathtub.”

  I stared at my husband for a moment and then I smiled brightly. I was pretty damned impressed with him right off the bat. That was an unexpected bonus. I gave him the boom box and asked him to put it by the television and clear some room for me. I’d head to the bathroom, make some final touches on my outfit, and come out dancing. He took the boom box and thanked me, and I turned right and walked into the bathroom. His bathtub comment made a hell of a lot of sense a second later because tub was filled with icy water and beer bottles. A dunk of the head in that thing would straighten anyone out.

  I took a deep breath and hung the trench coat over the towel rack. I did a quick check in the mirror. No problems there. I looked hot as hell, and I also didn’t look like myself. Strangely, the nervousness I’d had before kind of disappeared. I also was encouraged by the very first thing Nolan had said and had confidence that if even is his friends tried to get out of line, Nolan would be getting a pretty exciting and pretty intense reward. I was looking forward to that reward. I was so damned horny, I knew I’d love the reward session just as much as Nolan did. I took a deep breath, cracked open the door, and called out, “Could one of you big strong men come up with the strength to turn on the music, please?”

  Nolan said, “Remember boys, a good marriage is based on trust.” That made me look forward to the reward more than ever, and as the music started I strutted out hoping to make him as horny as hell to make it even better later. I stepped out and stared at the men. They leered at me, and Pat, the groom, said, “You’re right. No. She’s even better than you said.” He was seated on a folding chair, and I could already see the bulge in his pants.

  My husband smiled at me and said, “Clitoria, that guy there is the guest of honor. We thought we’d start out with a lap dance for him. Is that okay?”

  I smiled and said in my sultry voice, “Of course it’s okay.” Then I began dancing over to him. All the old moves came back, and I ran my hands over my body as I made my way there. He stared at me, and when I got close, his bulge was even more prominent. Back when I stripped for a living, I would have made a slower start of things but I was so damned turned on, and that bulge was a big part of the reason, so I climbed right on top of him, straddling him, and threw my head back as I arched my back and moved my hips so that my crotch ran right over his bulge. He moaned and his hands moved up my sides. That was fine. No breasts and no pussy was the general rule. Some strippers didn’t want hands on their asses but I was okay with that. Nobody was crossing a line, and I was so damned desperate for Nolan.

  Evidently, Nolan was desperate for Clitoria because he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down a bit while Pat’s hands tightened on my waist. I started to cry out but the familial head of my husband’s cock slipped past my lips and muffled any noise. I couldn’t believe he’d not only been the first to cross the line but he was doing it in such an obvious and egregious way. I tried to pull away but the position was awkward, and he kept pushing until he’d entered my throat. While I panicked and tried to figure out what was going on, I felt hands at the waistband of my panties. Whoever it was simply tore them from me. It didn’t take much effort. They were very skimpy and very lacy. As my husband took my throat, all of the boys at the bachelor party got a look at my pussy well ahead of schedule, and before I could even react to that, there were fingers inside of me. I wanted to scream but instead I moaned as they slid in easily because of how aroused I’d already become.

  Naturally everything was shocking but I was in a very awkward position that made reaction difficult. I still straddled Pat but I’d been pulled backwards so I was parallel to the chair with my shins still flush on the cushions. Without hands on me, I would have toppled over, and with hands on me I was essentially immobile.

  And there were hands on me. There were a lot of hands on me. While I tried to figure out how to struggle, they tore at my lingerie, making very quick work of unravelling all of my careful preparation. After about four minutes of fingers moving in my pussy and my husband’s cock repeatedly ramming into my throat I was naked except for the stockings and the heels. I was still bent in that impossible position, and maybe the worst part of all was that I couldn’t see a goddam thing except my husband’s thighs and his balls. I couldn’t see anything else but I sure as hell could feel a whole lot. I could feel that cock stretching my throat, making me gag, and cutting off my breath. I could feel the hands squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples and running over my sides. I could feel those fingers fucking me with a great deal of speed and force.

  Actually, the fact that I couldn’t see anything wasn’t as bad as those fingers in my cunt. It wasn’t that they hurt. It was the exact opposite. I was getting turned on. No, that’s bullshit. I was turned on before I ever got to the hotel. I wasn’t getting turned on, I was enjoying every thrust in a pretty significant way. I was growing closer and closer to orgasm and my whole body was filled with urgent need. That was the worst part. The bachelor party was using me any way they wanted and my body loved it even as my mind reeled. To make things worse, I involuntarily moved my hips against the thrusts (as much as I could in the impossible position, anyway) and even let out a moan around my husband’s shaft. Someone said, “She loves it!” I felt humiliation wash over me that was almost paralyzing but not paralyzing enough for me to stop moving my hips and moaning around Nolan’s shaft.

  It went on for a while and then the hands all left me except for the hands in my pussy and my husband’s hands on my shoulders. I felt ashamed because even though it would have been easy to struggle now I kept moving my hips and moaning as Nolan forced his cock into my throat over and over. I wanted to stop. I desperately wanted to pull away and to rip off the mask and ask Nolan what the fuck he thought he was doing. My mind screamed those instructions but my brain had no control over my head, which moved forward slightly with every one of Nolan’s thrusts. My mind told me to stop but my brain had no control of my arms, which reached around Nolan’s thighs and held on as he fucked my throat. My mind sent clear signals to my legs to move the fuck out of the way but the only thing they did was lift my ass up a tiny bit as I moved my hips (which also ignored my brain) against the fingers in my pussy.

  “God!” one of the men said. “She’s fucking hot.”

  Nolan said, “I told you she was.” I was so damned pissed at him but I was also so damned turned on. I actually staring moving my tongue as he thrust into my throat. “I think I married her for her mouth.”

  Married? I stopped moving and Nolan pulled out. He pulled the mask off and said, “I don’t think we need this anymore, Honey.” I couldn’t think of what to say but I looked around, still holding onto my husband’s thighs. From what I could see, the other men were naked. I looked up as well as I could. Pat was still dressed and his hands still held my hips. It was one of the other guys, Andy, who had his fingers in me.

  “But… what?” I stammered.

  Nolan smiled. “You left all the packages out from the lingerie store, not to mention the hair dye and the receipt from the photography studio. So, I told the boys what you said happened at bachelor parties, that part about everyone taking the stripper at the same time, and they were only too happy to help you with that.”

  He reached down and grabbed my shoulders. Andy helped him as he lifted me up, and before I could get my head wrapped around things, I was brought to the couch where a man I didn’t recognize sat. Pat said, “Let me introduce you to Jack, G
ina’s sister.” They weren’t introducing me to Jack, they were introducing me to Jack’s cock. They twisted me in the air and I ended up on top of him. A second later his cock was inside of me and I was staring at his face.

  I turned my head and said, “All of you guys are gonna cheat?”

  Nolan laughed. “You and I are the only two people here who are married, Honey.” Jack grabbed my hips and began moving, and I couldn’t help but moan as Gina’s brother fucked me.

  Regina! I turned my head, bit back a moan, and said, “You’re cheating on Gina, Pat!” Pat just smiled and stood up to begin removing his clothes. “You think she’s going to go through with the wedding when she finds out about this?”

  “I guess I never told you about my relationship before.” It was like a blow to the head. It wasn’t any of the boys. It was Regina’s voice. I looked around desperately and saw her step out of the closet. She was naked, and she was smiling. She walked toward pat but stopped on the way and put one hand around Andy’s cock and the other around Nolan’s. I watched her stroke my husband and then she fell to her knees and while her hand moved over his cock, she began sucking on Andy’s. I felt jealousy rise inside of me but I also felt relief. She was here. I wouldn’t have to take on all six guys. I could take three and she could take three.

  Where the hell was my head? I was relieved because I only had to fuck three guys? What the hell was going on and why the hell hadn’t I just told the men to stop? Why didn’t I tell them to stop right then? Is stared at my friend’s lips moving up and down on that cock, and I stared at the hand she used to stroke my husband, and my reaction was arousal rather than anger. In fact, when my head was turned and a cock was pushed into my mouth, I began sucking and moving along the shaft. The only thing I did to try to control things was move Pat so that I could still watch Regina as I sucked. Regina switched between the cocks so she was stroking Andy and sucking Nolan and I realized each of us had the other’s man in her mouth.