2 comments/ 6276 views/ 3 favorites Bachelor Party Vivacity By: mughalpunjabi This story follows a period of time after Zeenat was first introduced in "Bachelor Party Vengeance" as a wife whose plan to nail her husband's infidelity goes seriously sideways. I "You want me to do what?!!!" The very idea of what my husband Rafiq's dear friend, not to mention the groom-to-be of my best friend Karen, had just said to me was a serious shock to my system. "Give it a thought and I'm sure you'll see the enjoyment and excitement in it," Hemant replied in a very measured tone as his hands slipped under my skirt, caressed my legs and worked up towards my pussy. II It was not the first time Hemant had intimately touched my private parts. In fact, we had been more than extremely intimate at a rather memorable bachelor party a while ago. Almost three years had passed since Hemant, Rafiq and others had planned to have a hooker over as entertainment for their buddy Aftab's bachelor party. Hemant's girlfriend and now fiancée, Karen, had discovered the plan and hatched a counter scheme. Somehow she had found the contact for the call girl and cancelled the arrangement. Instead both of us had dressed up as ladies of the night and gone to the event, with the idea of busting our mates. Rather than nailing the errant partners, however, we had both ended up being fucked every which way by the more than half dozen men at the party. Although my husband had not discovered my identity during the orgy, Hemant had recognized me from my wedding ring which I had forgotten to remove. First he had fingered me to a shattering orgasm while the others watched and shouted encouragement. As Karen kept the others occupied, Hemant had taken me to his bedroom where we had made passionate love. After I sucked his cock for a while he proceeded to fuck my pussy. Hemant had then tried to anally take me but his dick was too large to get into my backside and I was thankfully reprieved. Some days later he confessed that he had been aware that both Karen and I were the hookers but had played along. His hope was that I would give him an opportunity for another fuck soon. I had had many fantasies afterwards of a second encounter with him, but the stars had never aligned. III The invitation from Hemant to meet at a somewhat out of the way but chic coffee shop in Dubai was both unexpected and intriguing. He had waited till Rafiq had left for work and then asked simply if I was up to having a friendly coffee with him. I wondered what to wear and picked a floral skirt and heels. I had not talked to him one to one since the wedding nearly three years ago, though the men had kept each other company at golf frequently. "It's so nice to see you Zeenat," Hemant had a big smile as he greeted me. I did not mind at all as he quickly kissed me on the lips, though the other patrons in the place definitely stared as a result. Putting his arm around my waist he led me to a table near a window. I noted that it was rather small and that our legs were constantly touching as we sat, talked and enjoyed our coffee. "Congratulations on finally deciding to make Karen an honest woman," I let him know that Karen had already told me the good news "Well I am glad that is out of the way," Hemant responded, "so now we can get down to more serious things." "And what pray tell would those be," I mused. This is when he dropped the big one on me. The request was so unexpected that I froze with the coffee cup halfway to my mouth. "I would very much like Xenia to be the star of my bachelor party, in an even better way than for Aftab's event!" I remembered that Karen and I had used the aliases Julia and Xenia at that party so we would not be recognized. What Hemant was directly asking was for me to this time willingly be the whore for perhaps a half dozen or more of his friends, most likely including my own husband. My first instinct was to fling my coffee into his face, but a scene like that in Dubai was not going to be good news for anyone. As I mulled over my answer, Hemant had grabbed one of my legs, removed the shoe, and was now busy caressing it. "No, absolutely not," I finally responded after an extended moment. "C'mon Zeenat you cannot tell me that your last experience as a hooker was not exciting and invigorating," he continued, "hell Rafiq raved for days after Aftab's wedding about how you had suddenly rediscovered your sexuality in bed!" So my lying bastard husband had been talking about our sex life with all and sundry. I wanted to strangle him, but also was happy that he still had not figured out that I had been one of the main dishes on the menu at Aftab's party. "Good for him but still no!" I held firm. "Karen will be heartbroken and I have never asked you for any favours!" Hemant continued to cajole me with an inane line of reasoning while his hands rode all the way up my leg. "Listen Hemant if this is about you having sex with me again, we can go right across the street to that hotel, get naked, make love, and forget everything else," I was blunt and to the point, and though beginning to get a little irritated by his insistence I bent forward to let him have a peek at the top of my breasts. "That is not the point my dear," Hemant kept at it, "I thought you really got the last event going well and I felt a repeat would be a win-win for everyone." "I still believe you are barking up the wrong tree!" I hoped the matter was closed. "Well if you do have a change of heart, the event is not in Dubai but in Cyprus and you will be treated very well," he provided more information. "So if I rhetorically say I would like a first class trip there, a few days at a 5-star hotel, and let's say fifty thousand dirhams for a one-night bachelor party, you would agree to my terms," I made a ridiculous suggestion hoping to shut him up. "Done," he said, completely deflating my case and leaving my speechless for a moment. "Did you win the lottery or something?" I could not believe he would be ready to pay so much. "No, but you do know that Karen's family is loaded. We do have a very large budget for the wedding, the bachelor and bachelorette parties, and our honeymoon in South Africa," Hemant replied with confidence, his hand having insinuated itself under my panties and with two fingers tickling the insides of my cunt. I would have liked to tell him to stick that wealth where the sun did not shine but my pussy contracted at the very moment due to the fingers in it and I had one of the best orgasms of my life. Thank God the shop was nearly empty or my suppressed yelp would certainly have been noticed. As my spasm subsided, Hemant pulled his fingers out of me, slowly licked the stickiness off, smiled and said, "I'll give you a few days to think it over; after all I am a perfect gentleman!" IV "Gentlemen some of us have already had the pleasure of Xenia's company at Aftab's bachelor party, and you will all remember that she was delicious," Hemant announced to the group in the large hotel suite, "unfortunately her partner Julia was unable to make it so we do have additional support on hand." The group began to howl, whistle and clap with gusto. They had every reason to do so. Those who I had previously entertained knew that I was game to pretty much any perversion. Those who were seeing me for the first time liked the fact that I was showing a lot of skin in a short black miniskirt that allowed my décolletage to spill out somewhat, long stockings and heels. While I had gone fully blonde for the prior party, Hemant had suggested a somewhat darker blonde-brown shade for my hair. The coloured contacts suited me well and provided comfort against discovery. Yes I looked sensational! I had been expecting the usual six men, but quickly counted that there were twice as many males as the last time. While the group had always been multi-ethnic, the presence of some of African, Oriental and Cypriot men added another dimension. My eyes sought out and found Rafiq in one corner busy sucking the tits of a Chinese girl sitting topless in his lap with her legs around him. I noted three other partially clothed females in the crowd, one decidedly Greek, another Lebanese or Syrian, and a third with distinct Latin features. I was relieved that I was not going to be the only object of lust eradication. Hemant took my hand and led me right up to the edge of a table in the middle of the room. A slight nudge to my waist directed me to bend down over it. As I did so, he put his hands under my skirt and ripped off the slight panty I had been wearing. I figured the first fuck was about to happen and readied myself for the intrusion of man meat. Instead I was surprised as Hemant applied a cool cream to my asshole and then inserted a rounded piece, akin to a baby's pacifier, of plastic inside me. Straightening me up, he fixed my dress back and handed me a glass of champagne. The butt plug was a new experience for me, and while invasive did not hurt as I thought it may have. Still realizing that everyone's eyes had been on me as Hemant had put the item up my rectum, I chugged the spirit down in a flash. Hemant had another glass ready for me in a moment. V The short coffee shop episode with Hemant had left me horny as hell. I figured Rafiq would be back in under an hour from his office and may appreciate a hot wife ready for sex. A few minutes later than I expected, the apartment door opened and Rafiq entered with his usual "I am home sweetheart" announcement. But just as he turned the corner from the foyer into the living room he added "and we have company." I was mortified when that second sentence reached my ears and suddenly froze as a group of four guys, including Rafiq, entered the living room. Aftab, Robert and Andy all stood with their mouths agape staring at me. Rafiq also had no words coming from his mouth. I had patiently been waiting for my husband to come home and fuck the living daylights out of me. Making sure that he would rise to the occasion, I was standing stark naked in front of a partially curtained window on the side of the room farthest away from the doors to the rest of the apartment, one hand on my head, the other on the windowsill, my tits erect as could be, and left leg crossed in front of the right one. I had put on a sharp pair of sunglasses that he Rafiq had given on my last birthday, creating just the right visage. Of course, I had completely ignored keeping a bathrobe or some other piece of clothing around. Instead of just a randy husband with an erection, I now probably had four dicks up. My face and body turned red with no explanation coming from any side. The only course of action was to rush out with as much dignity as possible and seek refuge in our bedroom. This meant that I had to walk right up to and across where the four men were standing before I could get to the exit. I mustered the willingness and took the first step. None of the men made any attempt at either clothing me or asking if they could be of help as I passed within a couple of feet from them. Their eyes, however, remained on my naked body throughout until I left their line of sight. A few seconds later I was lying on my bed, shaking with both anger and embarrassment "I am so sorry," Rafiq stammered, coming into the bedroom a split second after I did, "I should have called you about the fellows coming over." "Why are they here?" was all I could muster. "Hemant told us about his upcoming wedding to Karen and asked if we could brainstorm what and where the bachelor party and other events should be held," Rafiq gave me a not wholly true story, given that I knew that the venue was Cyprus and that I was supposedly the star attraction. "So are you guys staying for now and expecting me to arrange snacks and refreshments?" I responded knowing well that it would days before I could face any of them again. "No that's quite alright," Rafiq answered, "it may be better if we took the show on the road right now." He turned and left. I heard loud cheers from the living room and taunts of that being the "quickest quickie ever" and that he was the "luckiest hound dog of all times!" I wished that I could vanish from Dubai at that very moment. Instead I just twisted about on the bed, still naked. I must have fallen asleep while the group made plans and left. Rafiq woke me, his clothes all off also, at close to midnight. He spritzed a bit of my favourite perfume from a new bottle he had just bought onto my body. Moments later he was imbedded inside me, thrusting as if he would not have another opportunity to fuck. Even though the fingering from Hemant had been more of a turn on for me, both Rafiq and I came stronger than we normally did. "I hope you can forgive me for what happened earlier this evening," Rafiq asked after we had disentangled and stretched a bit. "Did they say anything," I replied, "after all they did get a fantastic show of all of me!" "They all had the opinion that you were stunningly beautiful and that their own wives and girlfriends did not match up," there really was no other way to answer my barbed query. I was sure, however, that the discussion had been much more detailed with each of my body parts assessed and analyzed. "So have you guys decided what you will be doing?" I asked. "Well nothing much, though we are going to Cyprus for the bachelor and bachelorette parties and wedding," he had more details now. "And what sort of entertainment are you planning at this bachelor party?" I just blurted out. "Nothing much, probably the same low-key stuff as at Aftab's bachelor party, after all Cyprus is almost as boring as Dubai!" I was tempted to deliver a kick to his midsection. Aftab's event had certainly not been low key, given the amount of keying into my vaginal, anal and oral entrances. And Cyprus was not Dubai by any stretch. Why he was lying to me while in such a state of intimacy was beyond me. This lie deserved a worthy reply and I knew just how to give Rafiq the punishment he deserved. VI Hemant uncovered a device that had a 'Wheel of Fortune' type rotating circle attached. He asked the guys to come give it a spin. I soon realized that the wheel represented the act that the female whose name was placed alongside would perform with the guy spinning. The four other ladies were soon involved with four of the guys, some of the fellows having drawn a "nothing this time" wedge. When my name was finally placed on the wheel, Phil struck out. Robert, on the other hand got the vaginal sex one and his grin was positively wide. "So nice to meet you again," Robert addressed me as the uninvolved group around me alternated between talking and drinking, while waiting for a second turn at the wheel. He had seen me stark naked at home just a couple of weeks earlier but had no inkling about who I really was. My cover had apparently held and I could put away the strangely exciting fear of being found out. The suite was set on two levels with a staircase leading upstairs. Robert put his hand around my waist and we reached the top of the staircase. In an instant, he lifted off my skirt and unhooked the bra, leaving me only in my heels, stockings and with a plug in my rear. He turned me around over the bannister and pushed me forward a bit. Bringing his cock under my pussy, he pushed into me while the plug stayed in place. I moaned as both my orifices felt full and my nerves tingled with his thrusts. It was almost a downer when he came into the condom he wore and disengaged from me with a deep kiss. Giving myself a quick cleaning in the bathroom I returned to the orgy to see Rafiq having anal sex with the Arab girl who seemed to be a pro at getting butt fucked. We had engaged in anal sex with a greater frequency than prior to Aftab's party, but he never appeared to be so into the act. Rafiq seemed to take forever in emptying his load into his partner. "I believe I have the honour of your company?" a thirty-something Chinese gentleman had come up and taken my hand in his. He indicated that his spin had earned a blow job from me. There was no question of turning him down, I was contracted to pleasure everyone at the event, not just a select few. He seated himself in an armchair and my lips were soon around his penis. He did not last long though and was respectful enough to pull out and shoot his load into a towelette rather than into my mouth. "I have a corporate event in Colombo in a couple of weeks, and I wonder if your services may be available for the benefit of my clients?" I was shocked by his query but accepted a business card which showed him to be Mr. Zhang, a big shot in a major Chinese telecom company. I had taken on the role out of friendship, not to become a full-time whore, yet here was a future client. I was wondering how to respond when Mr. Zhang surprised me further with an envelope that contained two-thousand Euros as an incentive, and left with the hope that I would confirm with a call or an email. Just at Mr. Zhang moved on, Hemant lifted me off my feet and took me back down to the table. He removed the butt plug and I figured my ass was going to be ploughed. Instead he inserted another plug with a bigger diameter into me. I was sport as nothing untoward had happened so far. Hemant whacked me lightly on the ass indicating that some of the guys wanted my company. He also indicated that the envelope from Wong was with my dress and bra in the closet. VII "Hey we are going to hold the hen party on the 15th," Karen had called, "and I expect you will be active in planning and executing it." "Excellent news and where is this being held?" I had been told that Cyprus was also the venue for this event but needed confirmation. "It's at the Meridien Resort at Limasol in Cyprus. We'll go a day or two early, have the party and you can stay and enjoy the place for a bit before the wedding itself is in Nicosia," Karen confirmed most of what I already knew. "What about the guys?" I wondered. "They are also on the island but I believe they are meeting at another hotel for the bachelor party," Karen advised, "I believe that is on the 13th." Things had worked themselves in a such way that I could get to Cyprus early, enjoy a five-star hotel for a day or two, then be the main course at Hemant's event, attend Karen's party two days later, be at the wedding shortly afterwards and return to Dubai. Rafiq would think I was with Karen and all would be well. "And one other thing," Karen added, "you are going to be my maid of honour!" Hemant was delighted when I accepted the contract. A first class air ticket on Emirates was arranged, and I was booked in at a chic five star hotel. On the afternoon of the 14th I would move to the Meridien, just in time to attend to maid of honour duties. Rafiq would join me there after the guys had done a couple days of fishing and scuba diving following the bachelor party. Rafiq was quite peeved when told he had to buy his own ticket but that mine was arranged by Karen as I was the maid of honour. VIII "You were dynamite at my party and I cannot wait to renew our acquaintance," Aftab had come over and was fondling my tits, having lucked out in the draw for me. "Why thank you, I hope everything today is also fine for you," I replied, wondering if I was getting too much into the hooker character. "It will be in a moment," he said as he lay down on one of the many strategically placed cots. I climbed on top, inserted his now sheathed cock into my pussy, and began to move up and down his shaft. Apparently he had already fucked the Latin girl once and also received a blow job from the Greek one. This enabled him to prolong his release and we continued to buck for an extended period of time. Finally he let go of whatever fluid remained inside him and lay almost motionless on the bed, except for the heaving of his chest. Bachelor Party Vivacity "I am wondering," Aftab said as we finished our act, "if we have met somewhere other than at my bachelor party." "I really doubt it, I am not someone you are easily going to forget," I whispered back, my insides contracting with fear of discovery. "It's just that you seem to remind me so much of an absolutely stunning woman that I know from back home and was able to accidentally see naked," he reminded me of the incident in our living room. "You are indeed a naughty boy," I chided him and this brought a smile to his face, "but do you really think that you and I are in the same league so that you would get to see me naked without a generous amount of funds being provided by someone or from somewhere," damn I was beginning to sound like a call girl. Aftab shook his head, gave me a deep kiss, squeezed my tits one more time and moved on to sample other wares on display. I stretched out on the bed, but was suddenly violently turned around. The second plug in my butt was pulled out with some force. Wondering what was going on, I had to suck in my breath as an even larger object was inserted into my behind. Hemant had plugged me for the third time with a very unusual object. Attached to the back side of the plug was a bunch of animal hair. On my fours I now resembled a mare. Hemant pinched me ass and said I should giddy up to Andy who was intently staring at me, having won me as his prize for the next round. IX "You are stunning," the good looking man next to me said, "I do not get so lucky with my travel partners!" I did not know how to respond. It was a completely unexpected pick up line in a totally unexpected situation. We have just taken off from Dubai and were on the way to Nicosia. Rafiq was going to arrive on the morning of the bachelor party and was not too happy that I was already on my way to Cyprus. Our goodbye had almost turned into a fight and we both headed off in a huff. The gentleman in the aisle seat had checked me out thoroughly. It was not something I was concerned about much, good looking women do get visually undressed by males of every type and he was no exception. What was different was his style in starting the conversation and getting my interest. "Why thank you, I do not normally consider myself great travel company," I responded. "Ah but that confirms my initial assessment that you indeed are a most beautiful lady," he floored me with a quick reply, "who I would be pleased to get to know better during this short flight!" The stewardess appeared with two flutes of champagne and we downed them almost instantly. In a few moments our glasses were refilled. Yiannis continued to both advise about Cyprus and to flirt unashamedly with me. He was a manager with a major multinational based in Cyprus, his place of origin, and serving the Middle East. Dubai was a frequent destination for him and today he had hit the jackpot as he confessed. The food that was delivered was simply fantastic and both of us polished a number of glasses of wine with the meal. Halfway into the flight I was seriously giddy and most of my inhibitions about being hit up by a stranger had vanished. "So where are you staying?" I told him about the luxurious place where I had been booked and he gave a low whistle of appreciation. "You must give me the opportunity to show you some of the more scenic spots around the island and some of the best places to go for a swim," he insisted. "I'm sure you'd love to see me in a swimsuit," I responded. "Oh no my dear, I would love to see you in nothing at all," he parried my thrust with ease. More wine and talk flowed between us and by the time the seat belt sign for landing came on, I had promised to let him take me on a tour the next day. I did not have much to do till the evening two days later, so some company was not a bad idea. By the time the wheels connected with the ground, Yiannis was holding my hand in his. He had managed to sneak a few light kisses to my cheeks and neck, not to mention having massaged my thighs and feet when the opportunity arose. He also tried to get his hand under my skirt and finger me, but I was sober enough to draw the line on that activity. He was not too happy either to let me go off with the private chauffer from the hotel but felt better when I accepted a full on kiss that lingered a bit longer than normal. X Andy was happy that I went straight over, the wheel having been generous to him, and asked if I could be of any service. He picked me up gladly and deposited me on top of a barstool at the edge of the suite, making sure that my anal plug did not get displaced in the process. Standing in front of me, he put my left leg over his right shoulder enabling direct access to my cunt. Slowly he inserted his cock into my vagina until he could go in no more. As I grabbed onto his neck with my right arm he began to fuck me with a slow rhythm. He certainly was an accomplished lover and I was putty in his hands and on his cock as he continued to penetrate me. Finally he let go with a long gasp, having already made me come multiple times. Hemant appeared almost on cue as I separated from Andy and pushed me face downwards onto the stool. An even larger butt plug was inserted into me nearly bringing me to tears. This one also had a tail attached and after it was fitted I had to remain on all fours for an extended period until my anus stopped aching mightily and accepted the intrusion. "Don't get too comfortable yet," Hemant said close to my ear, "there is yet one more to come!" XI Yiannis appeared to be fairly well off and I learnt his family owned a thriving tourism business on the island. He showed up to pick me up from my luxury hotel at a bit after nine in the morning. His open top BMW was ideal for a ride as the weather was sunny and warm. I had simply put on a bikini and topped it with denim shorts and a tee shirt, and my apparel certainly seemed to get his attention. He first drove me out to a few scenic spots and I definitely was impressed by the beauty of the island. His hands kept slipping off the gears and landing on my bare thighs. After swatting them off a couple of times, I let him enjoy the feel of my legs. "Why do you not catch a few rays of the sun my dear," Yiannis suggested at one point, "I am sure you have a swimsuit on underneath your shirt." I thought about ignoring him, but the weather had been a bit warm and I also wanted was piqued by how he would continue his attempt at seducing me. As you can imagine, he had a large smile across his face when I teasingly removed the tee shirt and tossed it into the back. The bikini barely covered my breasts and I knew he was contemplating how to get it off too. Returning to the car after one scenic stop, he did not go over to the passenger side and open the door for me. Rather he suddenly pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the driver's seat and put his mouth to mine. I had enjoyed the hospitality so far but did not expect that sort of response. Still I was on my day of freedom and kissing a good looking guy, albeit a stranger was somehow okay with me. In fact, we may have gone on further in the car if a couple of other vehicles had not arrived at the spot just as things were getting cozy and Yiannis had hooked his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. He made a "c'est la vie" gesture and we drove off towards a marina where he had one of the family boats docked, one hand strategically and constantly placed between my legs. The marina was very nice indeed and a lot of boats looked rather luxurious. Yiannis led me to a not shabby looking boat, with a sizable seating area, fishing poles stuck around and strong looking motors. He asked me to board the vessel while he arranged a few things. As I lounged about I saw him returning with a bunch of boys carrying a picnic hamper, rugs, beverages and other stuff. "Meet my cousins, nephews and other hangers-on," he said, "guys this is my friend Zee from Dubai." I had wisely decided not to give him my real name or use the stripper moniker of Xenia as that would imply someone possibly Greek. They all stared at me for a while, generally in a lewd manner, and then one of the older boys asked Yiannis something that got him to smile. "They are wondering if you look better with your bikini top on or without it; half of them vote for either scenario," he said. "And what should I do?" "Take their dare I guess," he casually responded. "And I bet they would then want to see me completely naked!" "Oh I'd like that too," he responded. The kids, about half of whom were teenagers and the rest younger, began to cheer. Caught up in the mood and with a warm breeze blowing across, I faced the sea and quickly undid my top. As it came off, I turned back towards the boys, letting them view my unfettered boobs and quashing any complaint. "The vote has definitely moved in favour of your being braless," Yiannis told me as he came aboard and turned on the engines. The kids kept urging me to take the rest of my clothes off too as we eased out into the open water but I decided that being topless was as far as I was going to go. XII My legs almost gave way, both from the pain in my rear and from the fact that Rafiq was headed towards me having argued his way to getting his cock sucked, whereas the other guys insisted that the pointer was actually for a hand job. For the slightest moment, as he sat down in front of me, a glimmer of recognition passed through him. Almost immediately he pushed the thought out of head as totally unlikely and focused on letting me remove his pants and release his dick. He had already snuggled with the Chinese girl, fucked the Arab one in the ass and drawn a blank on the Latin babe and so was raring to go with me. Thankfully Hemant had mandated that after every sexual contact the participants had to thoroughly sanitize themselves in the bathrooms. I would not have been keen to be putting my mouth around his possibly shit-stained penis. As it was, he had done a good job of wiping off every trace of his earlier butt fuck. "Does she not have the most beautiful eyes," Hemant prompted Rafiq and my heart missed a beat as my husband lifted my face up and looked deep into them. "Yes but her mouth is going to encircle my dick, not her eyes," he commented, making me want to bite his balls off. I figured the coloured contacts helped hide my identity even from him. Collecting my wits, I positioned my mouth over his penis and began to deliver a not so great blow job. He was still quite in the mood and enjoyed the stimulus despite my total disinterest. I noticed that Hemant was taking in the show, while concurrently sucking on the Greek girl's tits. In no time at all, Rafiq was ready to spurt. As I prepared myself to pull away, Hemant suddenly came behind me and pushed my head down. Rafiq's entire load hit the back of my mouth causing me to choke and gag. But Hemant did not let go till most of the jism ended up in my stomach. "She seemed a bit out of it Rafiq, so I figured I would help her give you a meaningful sucking," Hemant let his friend know, getting a nod of appreciation in return. "Maybe she needs an incentive to be more focused," Rafiq added and I really felt like ripping his hair out. "Perhaps I know what she really requires," Hemant said as I was pulled up to the table again. I do not know how he managed to put the last object up my ass, but I saw stars in the process. My yelps of pain were blocked out by the loud music and I was sure that my butthole would quadruple in size after the intrusion it was suffering. And just like the two before, this plug also had a tail attached. This time I lay on the table for a bit trying to keep from crying due to the pain it was causing. "Don't worry that's the last one," Hemant said, "now we can really get down to fun!" XIII As Yiannis and I cruised out to the open sea, he pointed at a distant speck of land and told me it was a really pretty small island where we would head for lunch. Putting the boat on autopilot and slowing it down significantly he came by to where I was sitting on the ledge at the back of the boat. He motioned that I should drop the shorts as we were no longer in public. I made a show of being alarmed but disposed of them by ducking into the cabin for a split second and re-emerging in just the bikini bottom. I might as well have taken that piece off as well. His hands came down to my waist and then grabbed the strings holding up my bikini bottom on either side. In a jiffy those were undone and he had the first clean glimpse both of my pussy and me totally naked. Yiannis took me by the hand and laid me down on the soft bed in the cabin a bit below where we were sitting. He brought his mouth down on to my cunt. I squealed with delight as he sucked me with great dexterity, alternating the speed of his attack ensuring that I kept reaching highs that were spectacular. Lifting himself up, he looked outside to determine the distance to the island. I figured he would enter me any moment with his throbbing cock. Instead he pointed to his wrist as if to say time's running short and put his dick in front of my mouth. I flipped him onto the bed and took his appendage in my mouth, returning the favour as best as I could. Swallowing his load was a pleasure and he appreciated the effort I put into it. He shot into my mouth just a few minutes before the onboard collision alarm sounded. Still sticky and dripping, Yiannis ran out and steered the boat to its desired point. The island was indeed spectacular. The water was crystal clear and the greenery just off the sandy beach was very inviting. Somehow I felt that swimming over nude was a good idea and Yiannis did not stop me as I dived off the boat. Meanwhile he placed the food and other items in the dinghy and rowed over close to where I had already found a good spot on the beach. "Food first or lust first," he threw me a non-question. Two minutes later we were joined in a most passionate embrace on the beach, the sand getting onto our body and the salty surf washing it off. I straddled his cock and bucked with vigor while Yiannis tried to slow my attack in order to prolong the time to his release. Just as we both neared our orgasms, I luckily realized he was fucking me unprotected and pushed him out just as the first drops of sperm shot out of his penis and hit my midriff. "Hey I thank you for your hospitality and company," I snapped, "but I would be very unhappy with a permanent souvenir." In response he tapped at his head. Apparently he had a package of more than two dozen condoms in the beach hamper lying just a meter or so from us. Disengaging from me he pulled the package out and I wondered about his reserves of stamina and jism on one hand and his confidence in knowing that I would fuck him on the other. He also got out a large rug, a sheet, cutlery and tableware, and lots of food and drink. I now realized he really did need all those kids to help him load the boat. Yiannis also put up a small tent, laying another sheet inside, indicating that it would serve when the sun got too hot. We were not going to see much more of Cyprus, but would definitely see much more of each other. XIV "Groom's call," Hemant announced and the group seemed to go silent and focus on what he was going to do next. I had an inkling he was going to do me next and I was right in thinking so. Coming up behind me he positioned me at the edge of the padded table, allowing me to bend over. I figured he had counted wrong and an even bigger object was to be thrust up my rectum. Sure enough he pulled hard at the plug wedged in my anus and I first felt a searing pain as the thickest part came out of me and then a feeling of relief as the pressure lessened. That relief did not last for long as his cock touched my ass and pushed into it. I remembered that he had previously been unable to get into my rectum. Today he made sure that I was well primed to receive him wherever he wanted, notably my behind. His cock, while huge, was not as thick as the plug that I had just received respite from. However, it was much longer and my anal passage stretched deep as he sent his entire package into my recess. The crowd began to cheer as he showed that his full appendage was in me. They cheered even more as he lifted me, still stuck anally to his cock, and lay down on the bed so that I straddled his torso and controlled the rhythm of my own butt being ravaged. No doubt Hemant was very sizable and, without the earlier administration of butt plugs, he would not have fitted into my rear. As I moved up and down his cock, the nerve endings in my body were alive. Hemant ensured that I rose to the tip and came back all the way down by positioning his hands under my bottom. After a long fuck that the entire group seemed to be watching intently, Hemant finally gasped and flooded my insides with his cum. I figured that the party would end soon, now that the guest of honour had received his reward. I would be wrong. XV "So I have been telling you all about me, but you did not say a word about yourself," Yiannis mused as we lay naked inside the open sided tent. "Well as you can see I am a flirty female who allows strange men to pick her up off airplanes!" I tried to change the subject. "Oh I am certain you are married, have a happy life with your husband, and still are having an escape," he made a remark that was rather close to the mark. "Okay you got me there, I am indeed married, and my husband will be here in a couple of days," I confessed, "but I do not normally do what I have been up to with you but perhaps need some refreshment." "Well thanks for allowing me to be that refreshment today," he replied, "and I hope I am being a gracious host and a great act in bed!" I knew only one way to shut him up. I simply moved onto the middle of the sheet, opened my legs and nodded my head towards my privates. Seconds later he was between my legs, taking me to heaven again. When I asked him to be fast, he went slow. When I wanted slow fucking, he sped things up. Yet I had as shattering an orgasm as ever and went motionless trying to catch my breath. With his cock sheathed both in a condom and in me, Yiannis had no reason to pull out. We remained entwined for a considerable period of time before he told me that the sun had started to go down and we had not even had a bite to eat. So we fucked some more instead and had food on the boat as the sun did set! He did not use up the twelve condoms though, some remained for another day! He was keen on coming over to my next stop, but I reluctantly told him that our one-day romance was over. Smartly I had not given him details of where the bachelorette party would be, but I had the feeling he could easily find out since Cyprus is not all that big. He kissed me for nearly an hour when we drove to my hotel and then finally said adieu as the stars shined bright. XVI "You might be done with her, but I am not," the big black African man who had been eyeing me much of the time told Hemant, who had just pulled out of my rear. My backside was full of Hemant's sperm and I wanted to go to the bathroom and clean off. Instead Jacob, who I had heard was from Southern Africa, simply picked me up as I was. Placing me face forward on a sofa across the room, he made sure that I could not get away from him by the placement of his hand between my shoulders. Ensuring I was anchored in place, he brought his dick up to my recently fucked ass. Thankfully, one of the girls smartly decided to rub some lotion onto it before he began to impale me in earnest. I screamed as his absolute monster penis, even larger than Hemant's, tore into me. Jacob pushed in and out with vigour, causing me to lose consciousness momentarily a couple of times during his act. If it were not for the bachelor party and my role as the hooker, his actions may well have equalled rape. Yet the situation at the time was such that my only option was to accept the punishment as he literally raped me in the ass while the crowd cheered him on. Jacob went at my backside, for a while, before grunting and spewing a large load into me. Mercifully, he pulled out immediately, did not ask for a repeat, and left me to gather myself. Bachelor Party Vivacity My backside was now full of two huge sperm loads and leaked all over the place. Yet I seemed unable to move off the couch, even while half my body was touching the ground. A couple of the girls cleaned me up and helped me to the bathroom and a shower. My ordeal as a whore was over as Hemant shooed everybody out while I fixed myself. "Happy!" I said to Hemant with sarcasm dripping, having delivered somewhat more than asked for on my side of the bargain. "You were great," he responded, while putting a package containing the agreed on amount of dirhams in my hand. "I am glad, because this is never going to happen again," I swore, "I did not like that last guy and your attempts at getting Rafiq to recognize me were also amateur!" "I am sorry you feel that way," he replied, "you managed the situation well, what Jacob did was out of the blue and I do apologize since we had an agreed code of conduct that the group generally followed, and Rafiq is more than convinced that you are right now with Karen, even though you were in the same room the whole time." "Okay but I thought that you of all people would show me more sympathy," I cried out "But I did," he insisted, "or more than a dozen men would have had you every which way tonight." Unconvinced I put my stockings back on and readied to have a taxi called. Suddenly I noticed he was sitting on the floor in a typical Indian begging pose seeking mercy for his misdeeds. He looked so ridiculously funny that I burst out laughing despite the humiliation I had suffered during the past few hours. That was his cue to pick me up, plant a kiss on my mouth, and deposit me onto the bed in the suite master bedroom. He slowly peeled off my stockings and lifted off the dress. I had decided against putting the bra on and my panty had been ripped anyway. Once again I was totally naked. "I have waited to do this again for three years," he said, "and you have no idea how long I have lusted after you before that." That was news to me. I had met him around five years ago when Rafiq had married me and I had come to Dubai. Hemant had never let his desire for me show before. He turned me over and I wondered if he was going to give my ass another go. Instead he lifted my rear and positioned himself so that his cock slid into my pussy from behind. He pushed and pulled like a man possessed for a while, then slowed down to a crawl. It took a while for us both to come, but we enjoyed the moments till we did. After a while we were back at it again, the humiliations and recriminations forgiven. "I would love to fuck you like this after the wedding," he blurted out as we coupled. "Hey would Karen not have an issue with that," I queried him. "No, not at all," he said, "Karen and I have had a rather open relationship and that includes the chance of being with different partners on occasion." "So you are not concerned with where she is right now and with whom," I wondered. "Oh not at all, I imagine Andy or Philip or another member of our crew is giving her a pretty good going over right now at her hotel!" Hemant dropped another bombshell on me. "Since when have they been receiving this generosity, and is Rafiq among this crew, did you not say he is convinced I am with Karen today?" I was both jealous and angry. "I think it started right after your first episode as Xenia," he thought a bit and replied, "but neither Karen, nor I, and certainly not the guys, care about complications." "And how often has this taken place with Rafiq?" I just had to know. "Oh perhaps once every two months or so, but she is not with him tonight!" he honestly responded. So my husband had potentially screwed my best friend, perhaps a dozen or more times, since the last party and he had never mentioned it. I did recall seeing him rather tired on certain weekends and usually offered him tea and Tylenol when I should have instead kicked him in the nuts. I knew of one route to the immediate lessening of my anger. "Okay, so first of all, fuck me again and fuck me all night," I ordered Hemant and he shook his head with complete understanding. It was a long, drawn out session of lovemaking and Hemant probably had nothing left over for his wedding night. I could not care less if Karen hated me for leaving her husband unable to perform on his big evening. After all she had left my husband unable to meet my needs on many occasions in the past three years! XVII Things had gone smoothly since I left Hemant and moved over to be with Karen. The bachelorette party was a success, though nowhere as physically taxing as the event a couple of days earlier. I decided to stay clear of the action when the male strippers showed up and nobody seemed to mind. Rafiq did not mention a word about the bachelor party, though he wanted badly to have sex with me soon as he got back from the fishing trip. He came in smelling like fish and booze from the boat and tried to jump me right away. I took one whiff and directed him towards the shower, telling him not to return for at least half an hour. When he did emerge from the bathroom, expecting me to be lying naked in bed and waiting for his cock, he instead found a note that said, "Karen called and I have to go help her." I stayed out pretty late getting drunk with some of the other ladies and crashing in another female friend's room, deliberately ensuring that Rafiq got a bit of a taste of scorned woman, but I was not yet done with him. I got back to our suite in time to start changing for the wedding. Rafiq was floored by the sensational aquamarine dress that I had picked for the day and would have made a move on me except for the pressing time situation. I wanted him to know that I remained a most in demand woman and needed to be treated with care and passion. "Hey are you ready to leave for the wedding reception," Rafiq was calling from the hallway to the hotel room, "they are about to start." He was really keen to show up at the ballroom with me on his arm. My backless dress, smart figure, sexy looks and cascading dark hair would certainly make him the object of envy for most men at the event. I would let him have that small victory but after he had fretted for a bit downstairs while I took care of things. "You go on ahead and wait for me in the lobby," I said, "I promise to be down within a few minutes." I heard the door shut and this indicated he had left. I had evened things with Karen by fucking Hemant dry prior to her wedding day. It was now the correct moment to give Rafiq a dose of medicine for his sins. Yes I had been a whore on two occasions, once by chance and once by choice, but he had not exactly been the most truthful and dedicated husband either and for a long period of time. I did not hate him enough to call our marriage quits, but I did want to do something that was on par with his excesses. I picked up the phone and dialed the number on the business card. The man receiving the call was downstairs among the guests but the message was such that it could not be delivered in person and to his face. He picked up on the second ring despite the noise of the crowd around him anyway. He would have no idea that I would also be attending the same event, although in another avatar. "Hello, Mr. Zhang, this is Xenia from Hemant's party calling ...... Good that you remember me ...... I am glad that you think I was excellent company ....... Thank you for the generous gift ...... Now about that event you are planning to hold in Colombo ...!"