The Bachelor Party

I have to tell somebody this story. I got a really weird phone call the other day. After the conversation was over, I was absolutely livid. I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after receiving this call.

Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Niki and I'm engaged to marry Daniel Morgan, my high school sweetheart tomorrow afternoon. I just turned 20 years old, I'm 5'7"s tall and weigh about 135. I'm not trying to sound vain or conceited, but I am pretty hot looking according to all the guys that have tried to get into my panties over the years. Lots of guys showered me with their attention but I always knew Daniel was the only one for me.

I have some pretty spectacular breasts, I really do. They are definitely my best asset, full, firm and proud, my 36C's have nipples that get like huge rubbery erasers when they get hard. I'm deeply tanned with sexy tan lines, a tummy that is flat and toned, long sexy legs and a gorgeous tight plump firm ass. Well actually, my ass is kind of big I think, but it's real firm and Daniel always told me it is perfect. He loves to pinch and goose it all the time. I keep my little kitty trimmed with a landing patch and Daniel always said I have the prettiest little pussy in the world.

I'm a natural blonde, my hair is to my shoulders and I have bangs. I'm a blue eyed country girl from Fort Worth, Texas and spend most of my free time in my parents backyard at my families swimming pool in my bikini sunbathing, with my I-pod on. I love goofing off and working on my tan, I'll admit, I'm a little lazy, I'm a spoiled little girl I guess. I do work a little part time job at the pharmacy by our house, but Daniel owns a refrigeration and air conditioning business and always said he wanted a stay home wife, so I knew my working days were coming to an end soon.

We both agreed to some pre marital rules long ago, at my insistence, and I had no intention of breaking them. I'm really a good girl, and consider my morals a virtue, but you might not think so after reading this story. It was very important to me that we both remained virgins until our wedding night and that we both remained monogamous and faithful forever.

Daniel had been so sweet, patiently waiting for our first attempt at intercourse. It was a struggle for both of us, but he knew how important this was to me. He knew I came from a strict family, and was a traditionally raised, small town girl. Waiting for my wedding night was just everything to me. Like a fairy tale, it was going to be perfect, I really believed in it. He knew I was adamant about not going all the way and this has caused many an argument, but being faithful and being a virgin to each other was something I would not relinquish.

I had held him off with blowjobs and hand jobs for the last 1 1/2 years, allowing him to lick on my kitty just a few times, but absolutely no penetration. He had never seen me completely nude before, I wouldn't allow that either. When I had to please him orally or allowed him to please me orally, I was especially shy about it and remained at least partially clothed or in a darkened atmosphere.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted the penetration too, I'm not a complete prude. Sometimes when he slurped on my clit, it took every ounce of restraint I had to stop it there. I fantasized about how it would feel on our wedding night and it just gave me a stronger constitution to wait.

We both discussed pre-marital intercourse and after some long discussions, he reluctantly agreed to wait until our honeymoon. He promised me I would be his first and only and I promised him I was his and his alone forever. I loved him even more for making that sacrifice for me.

Well, one night recently, I finally screwed up. In a moment of weakness, after promising myself to save it for my marriage all this time, I let Daniel have me for my first time ever.

That night, after he slurped on my tight little shaved pussy at his apartment for 30 minutes, I crumbled. As I lay there basking in the after glow of my orally induced orgasm, Daniel, still unrelieved and erect, mounted me. I tried to push him away at first, telling him to stop, but he said he wouldn't do anything more than touch the tip to my pussy lips. He promised he wouldn't put it in, saying that he just wanted to rub the tip of his swollen cock around my pussy lips for just a second and then he would stop, but I fell apart like a cheap suit in moments.

I couldn't help myself, it felt so good with his cock opening up my little virgin hole for the first time ever. I wanted to tell him to stop, really I did, but in the heat of the moment, I allowed him to probe just a little to see what it would feel like. I found I just couldn't get the word "stop" to come out of my mouth and let him continue to push the tip in and out. After a few minutes of teasing my pussy hole, I was so lost. I couldn't believe how good it felt. While he teased my pussy with just the tip of his 6 inch stiff cock, only poking and nudging the tip in, I groaned and succumbed to the pleasure and finally grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me all the way deep. At first, it really hurt bad as I felt my hymen tear, but in the next two minutes of his furious pounding before he came, I realized how good it felt and what I had been missing. I just wished he had lasted a little longer.

Afterwards I felt so guilty and ashamed. In just two minutes of lust, I had destroyed my childhood fantasy of being a virgin bride married to a virgin husband. I was really saving myself for my wedding night and just threw it all away for a couple of minutes of sin. I cried and blamed him, but he said that he was planning on stopping when I just pulled him in. I felt even guiltier knowing it was me that actually had broken our pact. Daniel consoled me, he was so sweet and said as far as he was concerned, he was still marrying a virgin. Honestly, it made me feel a little better and I loved him so for understanding.

The next few weeks everybody was so busy. My mom and sisters were helping me with the wedding arrangements and I was so excited. Rehearsal dinners were planned, visits to the priest, caterers, limo companies, everybody was working so hard.

That particular day was hectic as usual but I had a found few minutes to spare and was exhausted. I was getting a much needed short nap at home alone when I heard the phone ring.

"May I please speak to Niki," a female voice said.

Not recognizing the voice, I replied, "This is Niki, who is this?"

The woman on the other end continued, "Niki, you're probably not going to remember me, but we used to go to school together. This is Joanie Dawson."

"Oh, hi Joanie, of course I remember you, how are you doing?" I replied.

I remembered Joanie Dawson. She was in some of my classes and while we had never been real close friends, I immediately remembered the time I had "rescued" her from a couple of stupid mean schoolboys, taunting her and calling her a "bitch" one day. She was in no real danger, but after I chastised the boys as fools and losers, they never bothered her again. I was kind of popular in school, being a cheerleader and the girlfriend of a football player, so those guys respected me enough to leave her alone.

Joanie was a very plain girl, a little chubby and wore too much makeup back then, but she minded her own business, was a very good student and was grateful that I stood up for her. I remember her crying as we left her tormentors, walking away hand in hand. She thanked me over and over saying if there was ever anything she could do for me, to let her know.

"I'm okay........uh.......can you talk for a second, I need to tell you something?" she finally cautiously replied.

"Sure Joanie, what's up," I quizzed her kind of interested now.

Joanie went into this long sad story about how things didn't work out at school and that she had dropped out and moved to Dallas. She told me her mother mentioned by phone to her last month, that my wedding notice was in the Fort Worth newspaper, and she congratulated me on finally marrying Daniel. She said she always knew we would end up together. She cautiously rambled around for a while on the phone and I patiently listened for the reason for her call.

"Well Niki, please don't think bad about me, but I kind of ended up dating a guy that runs an escort service in Dallas, in fact I kind of work for him too," she finally blurted out now silently waiting for my response.

I was shocked and didn't know how to respond, was she telling me she was an escort now? A prostitute?

"Niki, are you still there?" Joanie asked due to my silence to her shocking declaration.

"Go on," I said as I just listened amazed with this story.

"He was telling me that he got a call for an escort the other day, for a bachelor party in Fort Worth this weekend for a bachelor named Daniel Morgan. Niki, I knew right away it was your Daniel," she reluctantly told me.

I was stunned by what I was hearing. This couldn't be true. Not my Daniel. He would never even consider this. He knew how I felt about waiting, monogamy and being faithful to each other. She must be mistaken.

After the shock settled in, I finally responded to her silence.

"Joanie, it must be another Daniel Morgan, I don't believe this, my Daniel would never do this to me," I pleaded defending him and our relationship.

"No Niki, I checked it out myself, it's your fiancee, I'm sure of it," she spoke almost as if she felt sorry for me.

Answering all my questions about this event, she went into great deal about the arrangements and what was expected to happen. I couldn't believe that he would do this behind my back. He had already told me that they had rented a hotel room and were just going to get drunk and hang out playing poker the night of his bachelor party.

After hearing all the details, I was shocked, it was Daniel alright. He had personally lined up a prostitute to cater to him, his 4 groomsmen and best man this Friday at a local hotel, which I already knew he had reserved for his little bachelor party.

The arrangement was that the escort would provide sexual services to each of friends and himself. I was incensed, my stomach was queasy and I felt betrayed. My fiancee was planning on cheating on me two nights before our wedding. I told you before, I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after this call.

I managed to thank Joanie and the getting off the phone I cried until I was exhausted and then plotted my revenge. If this is what he wanted, then he would pay for it. That bastard planned on having sex with a prostitute less than 48 hours before I married him. I hated him for this.

The next day I called Joanie back and we had a long discussion. She candidly told me, that she never meant to hurt me, but she felt I should know. She told me she had never forgotten the day that I stood up for her in school.

I already had some kind of a plan in my head, not completely thought out yet, but some kind of revenge plan. I hadn't figured out quite all the details, but if Joanie would help me, I would get some revenge. I asked Joanie if she could arrange to get the booking for herself but she said she would never hurt me by having sex with my fiancee.

That's when I told her my plan.

"Joanie, please take the booking. I will go in with you or in your place. If my fiancee thinks he can cheat around on me, then I will put a stop to this. I'll make him pay for this, I will give him a bachelor party he will never forget and teach him a lesson too," I told her.

She giggled and said, "Okay listen, if you're really serious, I have an idea. We have done a scenario at the service before with new girls. Maybe we can work something out. We can both show up together at their room, I will pose as your non-working manager, tell them you are a brand new girl, on your first outing and very shy. We will tell them that you are a married woman. You are bored with your husband's sex and wanting to experience something new. We will tell them that you want to have some fun but you need to be discreet because you are married. You wouldn't believe how many bored sex starved house wives actually do this. We can have you wear a mask to cover your face, put you in a dark wig and say all the action will be "one on one" with just you in a very darkened room to hide your identity."

"Perfect," I said. I really wanted to punish him for this. I couldn't understand how he could do this to me. I figured he would be the first to use his "hired whore" for the night, having the honors as the groom. Once he entered the room all I planned to do was see how far he would really try to go with a hired escort and then bust him royally. He wouldn't be able to deny his guilt and I would rain my aggression down on his sorry ass until he begged for my forgiveness. If all went as planned, he would never even think of cheating on me again once we got married.

Friday, Joanie arrived at Daniels apartment at 6PM sharp Friday, where I was waiting for her. Daniel had left hours earlier to meet his friends for his little bachelor party. We were supposed to be at his hotel room at 9PM. In just the 3 short years since I had seen Joanie, she had really blossomed into a hottie. No longer chubby and with a makeover and some store bought boobs, she was gorgeously sexy. We started drinking wine and chatting about our plan when she pulled out a bag with some sexy costumes, some wigs and a huge Mardi Gras style mask.

As we started on our second bottle of wine, I selected a long wig with bangs and pitch black raven hair twice as long as mine. It fell to the middle of my back completely changing my blond look.

The mask was huge, feathery and sequined, concealing my forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks. It completely hid my face and all that showed were my "whore red" lipstick painted lips and chin.

We tried on all five outfits that she brought before I chose the sluttiest one she had. High heeled pumps, black fishnet hose with garters to match, a silky tiny black thong and lacy black bra to match. My huge firm boobs were spilling out the sides of it when I tried it on. With this outfit on, I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. This would work I thought. I was so going to bust his ass.

I put on a long ankle length overcoat to cover myself, put the mask in a bag, then Joanie and I nervously took off for the hotel, now more than a little tipsy from the wine. Five minutes later we were parking the car.

Daniel's 4 groomsmen were all friends of his and ours from school. His best man was his married older brother Ted.

The groomsmen, Donnie, Thomas, John and Ray all knew me well. Donnie was married, as was Ted. Ray, John and Thomas all had steady girlfriends. These bastards were all planning on cheating on someone. I knew all their wives and all their girlfriends. These were all his old friends since their high school football days. I could not believe they would do such a thing.

Walking through the lobby of the hotel I was so nervous. Joanie leading the way, told me to relax, "Sweetie, don't worry, nobody is going to recognize you. You don't even look like yourself."

When we got out of the elevator, I quickly put my mask on and we found their room. Joanie knocked on the door and Ray answered it. I was literally shaking but noticed just then that I was pretty drunk too.

Ray answered the door. About 6' 4's tall, I had always liked him and he had always treated me with dignity and respect. He was so casual and cordial and acted like a complete gentleman., greeting us and politely ushering us into the room.

When I saw Daniel, I was furious, as he just stared at me with lust as I looked at him and his friends. I couldn't believe he was actually going to do this behind my back. I just glared at him from behind my mask as he looked us over, completely unaware of who was really behind the mask, long coat and wig.

The guys gathered around us and some quick introductions were made, me being introduced as Kandy, and Joanie explained the rules to the guys. Nobody even remotely recognized me at all.

Joanie took the lead, executing her part perfectly as having done this before, "Okay, I'm strictly here as an observer, the money collector and for some security tonight for Kandy cause this is her first time. Nobody will touch me. Understand guys? Kandy here, is on her first outing ever. Her first ever you lucky boys! Each one of you guys is going to get a shot at her. We are going to need the lights really dark in the suite. She's a little bit shy and insists on wearing the mask until she gets alone with each guy. Trust me guys......she is beautiful. Okay, it's going to be $150 per guy. You guys get ready and lets get this show on the road. I'll be back in a minute."

With that Joanie came up behind me and untied my coat, letting it drop to the floor around my ankles. Daniel had never seen me completely naked or in lingerie before, much less anyone else in my life. Exposing all my flesh to Daniel and his friends in my drunken state made me blush proudly behind the mask and tingle from head to toe. I couldn't believe it, but I actually felt myself getting wet standing half naked in front of these 6 handsome guys.

"Well, what do you guys think of our little married lady?" Joanie asked as their eyes bored holes into my flesh.

The guys went crazy, moaning and groaning and saying how sexy I was.

They whistled aloud, groaned to each other, slapped high five's and practically drooled when they saw my body. As I watched Daniel, surprisingly he seemed the most reserved of all, just looking and not being to animated.

My partially clothed body flushed as I exposed myself so blatantly in the slutty lingerie. I could feel the tingle in my pussy as my panties got wet and my nipples immediately stiffened up while they gazed at me. All I could think of was to try to control my emotions until I catch him cheating.

I never felt so sexy in my whole life as my fiancee and his friends stared at my half nude body dressed in this sexy lingerie.

I always thought Donnie was cute, 6 foot tall and built so well. His wife Susie was gorgeous and they seemed like the perfect couple.

Thomas was just flat handsome, about 6 foot tall also, I always thought he was a very good looking guy and his girlfriends changed quickly. I knew he played around a lot.

John was Daniel's best friend probably. He was a cutie for sure, he innocently flirted with me a lot and always teased me saying how lucky Daniel was. He was about the same height as the others and was in really great shape too. His girlfriend Cindy was my best friends and was going to be my maid of honor.

Ted, well even though he was two years older than Daniel, they were almost twins. He had been married to Kathy for 3 years and they had their second child on the way.

Ray was the different one of the group. He was black and a little taller, about 6'4"s tall, handsome, friendly and sweet, he was always the gentleman and had a sweet girlfriend named Keisha.

Donnie, Thomas, Ted and John were acting like such pervs. Whistling and flirting I couldn't believe they were so crude and nonchalant about this. Daniel and Ray were at least was acting a little more like a gentleman, mostly just looking as Joanie explained the rules.

My future brother in law, Ted was actually unconsciously rubbing the lump in his pants as he leered at my body. What a sleaze he was. I had always respected the way he treated his wife around us, but now he was showing his true colors.

For the first time in my life, I just noticed how similar all these guys were in size, weight and height.

Joanie took me by hand and led me to the bedroom. I felt myself even shake my ass at the guys as I left the room, but still I was never so nervous and scared in my life. She turned off all the lights and closed the drapes enough so you could just hardly see in the room.