11 comments/ 146598 views/ 34 favorites Curiosity Laid the Bachelorette By: Reshbod Amber had been driving around aimlessly for almost an hour. She just dropped her husband off at the airport for his first business trip since they were married. He'd be gone for nearly two and a half weeks helping set up another branch's computer system. It wasn't close enough to lunch time to get anything to eat, besides she generally ate rather late in the afternoon so she continued driving around looking and thinking. Cruising on an old two lane road with her radio blasting not going anywhere particular, just trying to clear her mind. At times, she felt like crying, but the tears never seemed to come. Approaching the outskirts of town, she was driving in one of the older, more historic neighborhoods and noticed a large, old looking steeple off to the right. For some reason, she piloted the car off the main road and headed toward the large building. She pulled into the parking lot and looked at the magnificent old structure with beautiful stained glass and majestic dark brown doors. Looking into the rear view mirror and she checked her shoulder length blonde hair out of habit. She may have just turned twenty-two, but she definitely felt much older today. At five feet three inches and weighing just over ninety-five pounds, she could safely say she was on the petite side. She never cared much for make-up and from what others said she was the type that it only distracted from her natural looks. Amber hadn't been to church in years because she was unable to reconcile what she felt and what her old religion required her to accept. However, the one ritual she felt had some merit was the confession. Also, it was a safe place to vent and not worry about it coming back like she would if she talked to family or friends. Nervously, she entered the church and sat down in one of the pews in back. Looking around, she spied the confession booths in the back corner. Taking a deep breath, she was hesitant to do this, but felt since she was here she now had to. After a good twenty minutes a little old lady exited the booth. Not seeing anyone else waiting for a turn, she got up and dashed into the booth. Sitting down, she took another deep breath and waited for the priest to acknowledge her. She looked toward the mesh like screen and recognized the outline of the priest making the sign of the cross. Suddenly what she thought was long forgotten came streaming out of her mouth as if it was a weekly practice. "Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been five years since my last confession. These are my sins". She paused for a moment searching for the right words to start with. She immediately flashed back to when it all began and started her tale … ------------------------------- I had arrived back at the hotel, and was physically worn out. I had the final fitting for my wedding dress and everything looked perfect. After one final adjustment the dress fit perfectly. I wanted to run back to my hotel put it on and not take it off until my honeymoon when Mark and I would finally make love. While I consider myself a modern woman, I must admit, I have old fashioned feelings with regard to marriage. I had waited. Not to say I was completely inexperienced, I did allow myself some fun. And even though Mark wasn't a virgin, he accepted my feelings about it without a complaint. After leaving the bridal shop we ended up going to lunch and managed to have a pleasant time. I do love my mother and bridesmaids, but am glad I decided to stay at the hotel. My apartment lease had expired over the weekend and our house would not be ready until we returned from our honeymoon cruise. I also wanted some alone time to just relax and unwind. Returning to the hotel all I wanted to do was try to get some sleep before the bachelorette party in the afternoon. I had tried to talk them out of it, but unfortunately, my friends wouldn't allow it. Besides, they said, Mark was having a bachelor party, so I should also have some fun before getting hitched. It was approaching half past noon, so I laid down with my dress beside me and took a short nap. Waking up and looking at the clock it was almost two. Having a few more hours to kill, I headed out to the lobby. I planned on taking a short walk around downtown. I decided to go into the bar first have a quick drink to calm myself down a bit. Normally I am fairly laid back, but everything with the wedding was starting to get to me. Sitting at the bar I felt a bit odd. Everyone coming and going into the hotel were in a mad dash and here I was in the bar, thirty-six hours before my wedding drinking a beer. I admit, it was having the desired effect and I was beginning to de-stress watching everyone else running around. "Amber?" I heard from behind me. Looking to my right, I noticed the smiling face of Kimberly, my soon to be sister. I didn't know her too well, but she seemed nice and Mark, my fiancé, often talk about her sense of humor. "So, what are your plans for your last few hours of freedom?" Kimberly grinned at the look on my face. "Ok … ok, we'll change the subject." "Like you don't know about the bachelorette party this evening." "I promise, you'll have a wonderful time," Kimberly chirped. To be honest, I really wasn't thrilled about this, but I felt I had to do it for Kimberly and my friends. We got to the club just after five. My friends were having fun, so that is what I enjoyed most. I planned to have only one drink since I like being in control of myself and honestly I preferred to watch others drink and loose their inhibitions. Unfortunately, I ended up getting quite toasted myself. My girlfriends did buy me a "special" lap dance in the back behind the dance floor. I tried to refuse, but Kimberly leaned over and whispered or actually shouted a little softer, that I had to go, "After all, Mark is doing the same thing, though I bet he is further along …" "What do you mean?" I hollered back. "It's his last chance … his last hurrah." "He wouldn't do that" "Please, I think I know my own brother … besides everyone does it, it's not like y'all are married yet," she said winking at me. Looking up, Kimberly spied the dancer coming to the table, she waved and pointed to me, "Here's the lucky victim." The hot bodied dancer took my hand and escorted me to the private dance area. He sat me on a chair and began rhythmically swaying to the music, waving his ample package in front of me. Staring at his hard abs and muscular legs, I found myself getting turned on. I could feel the wetness grow between my legs. I had to remind myself in less than two days I would finally get the fire put out. I tried not to think about what Kimberly had said, but I couldn't help it. After the dance he offered to let me buy him some champagne for a special dance. While it was somewhat tempting, and feeling a sense of anger, I was still able to turn him down. He didn't seem too disappointed but did take my hand and put it in his shorts. I admit I grabbed it and gave him few strokes. He then pulled his shorts down and I was face to face with his manhood. When his scent hit my nose and with the addition of being quite buzzed, I couldn't stop from leaning in and giving it a quick kiss. Before I knew it, he was in my mouth. I liked the fact that unlike most of the men I had sucked off, he didn't grab my head. I was able to pull off, run my tongue up and down his shaft. As I did this I massaged his balls with one hand while I held onto his shaft with the other. As he emptied his penis into my waiting mouth, I began to choke a bit. He pulled himself from my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. A big glob of spunk landed on my pants leg as I began to breath. Seeing that I'd be alright, he peered into my eyes he asked my if there was anything else I wanted on my last night tonight. Afraid of losing more control, I stopped myself and said, "No thanks, that was plenty." He smiled, took my hand and escorted me back to the main area. As he did that I must admit I did experience a brief feeling of regret. 'Perhaps,' I thought, 'I should have some experience before my wedding night. After all, Mark has had a couple of lovers in his past.' 'Then again,' I thought, 'it's not like I didn't keep him or my previous two boyfriends happy without going all the way.' Shaking my head, I whispered, "Stop it!". Because of the music, the man holding my hand did not hear. I took a deep breath and chased those thoughts from my mind. But still, I wondered what would have happened if … Returning to my seat I laughed and told my friends about the dancer, minus the blow job, and threatened to meet him afterwards and run away with him. The girls agreed I could only go if they could come along as well. We stayed a bit longer, but as the bar got crowded and very smoky we decided to leave a little after midnight. Arriving back at the hotel around one in the morning the last thing I wanted to do was go to bed. I was wide awake and almost jumpy, as if I just had a pot of coffee. I was also feeling incredibly hot and horny and thought another drink or two might calm me down. I stopped by the bar to see if anyone I knew was there. It guess I shouldn't have been surprised that there were quite a few people in there, but no-one from my party. I ordered a glass of wine, sat at the end of the bar not too far from the entrance listening to the light jazz playing in the background. After a few sips, I sensed some movement to my right as someone sat next to me and ordered a beer. "Put hers on my tab as well" he added. Looking to my right, I saw it was an older business man of about forty. He had short dark hair with a hint of grey on the sides and dark skin like creamy milk chocolate. Even with his expensive looking suit I could tell that he had an very muscular and toned physique. Not nearly as good as the dancer earlier, but not half bad. He smiled. I smiled back and said, "Thanks, but I can't tonight." "I promise" said the man, "no ulterior motives" "Thanks, but I really can't, besides, I need to leave soon anyway." "So … a quick whirl on the dance floor is out then?" "Afraid so" I replied smiling. "Please enjoy the drink, ma'am." he said as he placed a ten dollar bill on the table and left. "Thank you" I said after him. The bartender approached and asked if I needed anything. "No thanks … I've had my limit for tonight." Looking around the bar, there were about half a dozen people sitting talking loudly about something and nearby another man reading a paper. There was another group at the other end of the bar watching ESPN and there were several quiet couples scattered here and there. A very drunk couple that I hadn't seen in one of the booths got up and began dancing. Watching them, wishing Mark was here so we could join the happy inebriates, then I thought about what Kimberly said and felt a twinge of anger and jealousy begin to rise. He knew I had save myself for marriage, and even though he wasn't a virgin, I had expected him to refrain since we became serious. At that moment, the older gentleman approached me again. "Looks like you're enjoying the show, sure you don't want to take a quick spin." "I really shouldn't," I replied as he reached for my hand. Since he did not take it and waited for me to make the move, I figured it would be ok. Putting my hand in his large dark one, he smoothly led me to the dance floor. Wrapping his arm around my waist and holding my hand he guided me deftly around the floor. Even though he is a large man, he was really light on his feet. While Mark and I have danced occasionally, it is nice to be with someone really knows how to lead and takes complete control. After the song finished, we went back to my place at the bar smiling. Taking another sip of wine, he asked me to tell him about my evening. I proceeded to tell him about my bachelorette party and most of what happened as he listened intently. When I thought about the part where I held the dancer's penis, I began to blush, then ended the story there. My dancing partner smiled and commented that it sounded like we had a good time. We chit chatted a little more when a slower song came on and he took my hand again and escorted me to the dance floor again. Wrapping his beefy arms around my waist as I settled in and followed his lead I felt very comfortable in his arms. Resting my head against his chest I could smell his musky scent. As the song concluded, I was a bit disappointed as his arms let me go and he backed away from me. Thanking me, he shook my hand and returned me to my seat, then he went back to his table. Getting to the end of my glass, I glanced up to the entrance to the bar and saw three more black men enter the bar and head over to the man who danced with me, shook hands and joined him for at the table. The four men were sitting at the table in deep conversation, though they occasionally looked up in my direction, obviously talking about me. I almost wished I was with them rather than here, alone. I finished my wine, thanked the bartender as he took the glass and turned around to leave and almost ran into my dancing partner standing right behind me. Seeing me jump a bit, he apologized and said, "I'd be honored if you let me buy you a drink and join us for a moment." "I'm sorry, I really cannot stay too late here" "I promise, it won't be for long, besides we're about to go upstairs for a bachelor party ourselves for a friend of ours … I just wanted to introduce them to the best dancer I've encountered in years." "Bachelor party? … do you mind if I ask you something about that?" "Only if you join us" "OK, but only for a few minutes," I said with my curiosity piqued. Walking over to the table, my dance partner, whose name I was trying to remember, introduced me to Mike, Thomas and Willie. Shaking each of their hands, I sat down. I noticed he never mentioned his name. "So Amber," Dancing Partner said, "what can we help you with?" "Well … I'm just curious to know what …" At this point we were interrupted by the waitress asking if we needed anything. Dancing Partner ordered a round of beer for all of us, then motioned for me to continue. Willie let out a bit of a snicker and was quickly elbowed in the ribs by Mike, who gave him a rather stern look. Willie started to say something, but was cut off by Dancing Partner, who seemed genuinely interested and asked, "So, what do you want to know"? " … mmmm what really goes on at those types of parties?" Looking like he was a caught off guard, Dancing Partner stammered a bit, seemingly unsure of what to say. "Nothing, it's just, well the tradition is to … you know … have a final … sow your wild oats kind of thing." "But … but, people don't really?" "Well, not everyone, but it doesn't really mean anything, it's a ritual kind of a thing." "You're, not telling me that …" "I'm just saying, it's a rite of passage for men." My head was spinning, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Willie quickly interjected, "Ya' know, if ya' wanna find out, you could come up and see for yourself." "No, no, no," Dancing Partner says, "She wouldn't be interested in that." "Why?" I asked puzzled. "Yeah!" Willie added. "Because, there is only one reason you have a bachelor party … and I don't think you really want to know what goes on there." "I do, honestly, besides, not everyone has a bachelor party." "Exactly!" Sitting there, perplexed, Dance Partner got up took my hand and said, "Come on, the party should just be getting started." As he said this, the rest of the men got up as well and we all headed out the bar. Getting on the elevator, I realized that I was the only woman surrounded by four black men. Normally, I wouldn't give this a second thought but since I was heading to their room to attend a bachelor party, I must admit I felt a bit nervous. The elevator stopped a couple of floors above where I was. We arrived at the room and entered, it was full of smoke and black men, a quick count gave me the total of ten plus the five of us. As we entered the room, I noticed two black women on the other side of the men dancing topless with G-strings occasionally stroking each other. To be honest, both had been around the block many times and contained haggard looks behind the fake smiles. They had to be in their upper thirties and I felt more pity that they had to do this than anything else. All the men turned and had noticed me, but the four I came in with immediately went to their friends and said their hellos or whatever to them, which I couldn't make out. The men then turned their attention back to the dancers. Looking around the room, I noticed in a back corner was a large white man with a rather long, scruffy beard. He looked like a tough motorcycle gang member, but I felt a tinge of relief to see him there. Slowly I eased over to where he was and as soon as I made eye contact, I realized that it wasn't a good idea. He gave me a quick look over, scowled and penetrated me with his hollow eyes. I immediately felt a chill and rather quickly moved back towards the black men watching the strippers. I got so close to the closest man, I bumped him without noticing who it is. Looking up at him as he turned to look at me, I was disappointed it was Willie rather than Dancing Partner. But still, I felt Willie was just a player, while the other guy … well … who knows? Willie draped his arm over my arm and whispered in my ear asking if I was alright. "Fine," I sheepishly whispered back. I hated to admit I felt guilty for judging the black men and preferring the scary looking white man first. The black men had been nothing but gentlemen, yet deep down I realized that some rather ugly feelings resided inside me. I had tried to bury those feeling and felt I was a good liberal, but when push came to shove, I had some prejudices within me. Because of this, I didn't react at all when Willie started rubbing my arm from shoulder to elbow and back. I simply stood where I was as he began stroking me more firmly. Taking my lack of resistance as an invitation he gently began guiding me with his arm until I was positioned right in front of him. Now he could use both hand to massage my shoulders. Occasionally moving down my arms, then back up to knead my shoulders and neck some more. I found myself getting extremely turned on by Willies attention. I closed my eyes and leant into his motions. Moans began escaping my lips as I sank into a blissful stupor. The wetness between my legs grew as I relaxed and enjoyed the attention. Barely cognizant as to what was happening, it barely registered when the hands slipped off her shoulders and moved down to my hips. As the hands moved up my body they stopped just below my breasts and moved back down to my waist. Willie then began to blow warm breath into my ear and gently kiss my neck.I felt my legs then buckle under and slide backward onto Willie's crotch as his hands quickly moved and "unintentionally" cupped my breasts. Before I could react, he began gently caressing my little titties rubbing harder with each motion. I then felt the hands move down my sides again and attempt to enter under my shirt. Snapping out of it for a moment I grabbed hold of the arms and prevent them from going any higher. Willie then kissed my neck again and reminded me that my fiancé was probably doing the same thing right now. In fact, he was probably already finished and working on the next slut since he didn't spend so much time in a bar before the party. With a sudden flash of anger, resentment and hurt I let go and Willie continued, moving the bra up and out of the way; then he squeezed my naked breasts until it was almost painful. Curiosity Laid the Bachelorette I found myself enjoying it more and more. He stopped for a moment then lifted my shirt over my head then unhooked and removed my bra. Looking up I suddenly saw a wall of black faces watching intently; I looked over to my left and saw Dancing Partner with a huge smile on his face. Looking past him I saw the two hookers and the scary white dude were watching as well with scowls on their faces. This turned me on so much because the men wanted me, and not the "professional" women who would let them go all the way. I then rolled my head to the right and notice an extremely obese man watching with a glazed look in his eyes. He looked to be in his mid fifties, about six feet tall and weighed close to three hundred pounds. I am immediately repulsed by him so I closed my eyes as I started to heat up again.. I don't know how long it was, but I came to when I felt hands attempting to unbutton my pants. Grabbing the hands after the button was undone but with the zipper still up, I looked and it was Dance Partner smiling lustfully at me. "These have to stay on," I breathlessly said. He sighed, and re-buttoned my pants, then said, "Alright, we'll stop whenever you say." "Really?" I said looking up into his dark eyes. He just smiled and nodded. After a few seconds, I replied, "I know I shouldn't, and if you had said anything else I would have left," I hoped, "Go ahead, but, the panties stay, no matter what!" "Whatever you say." In a blink of an eye, my pants were down and Dance Partner was on his knees kissing my naked belly. As his tongue probed my navel I literally shook with nervousness and pleasure. I didn't think I could stand much more of this. As Dance Partner got closer to my vagina, I realized I better do something to deflect attention from that area or I might lose control. I pushed Dance Partner's head away, turned around, dropped on my knees and unzipped Willie's pants. He didn't protest as I extracted his rock hard penis and began kissing and licking it. I had gone this far with Mark, so I figured it was ok. I then noticed several penises were next to me and I went around in a circle sucking and kissing each one. When I came to fatso's dick I reluctantly went down on it. It was definitely the smallest of the group and I had to get into an awkward position to do anything with it. I didn't stay long and moved back to Willie. While I was working on Willie, I felt a hand rubbing my soaking wet pussy. Unable to do much of anything I rested my head on Willie's thigh and held on to his penis as if it was my last resistance to losing control. As my orgasm began spreading through my body, I let go of the dick I was holding and collapsed on the floor prostrate in front of him. I realized I had probably gone too far! Still in a state of orgasmic bliss, I realized I was being scooped up by Dance Partner and tossed on the bed. Dance Partner followed grabbing my breasts and passionately kissed me as I returned the favor in kind. Pulling at his shirt trying to get it off, he sat up on top of me and finished what I started. Seeing his well formed torso, I reached up to touch and rub his glistening chest. He leaned in so I could get a good feel. He proceeded to undo his pants and pull them down as far as he could. I was able to see the bulge in his underwear as he quickly extracted it from its cotton prison. Gasping, I had never seen a black penis before other than on a few porn videos. While nothing like those monsters, he did seem to be on the large side. Dancing Partner grabbed my hand and placed it on his erect penis and I began stroking it up and down. It was thicker than the dancer's earlier in the evening, but I don't think it was any longer. Stroking it faster I glanced around the room and noticed every black penis seemed to be out and at full attention. Smiling I continued working on him until he pulled his hands away and laid out on top of me kissing me roughly. He rubbed his dick against my pussy sending shock waves through my body. I was thankful I still had my panties on to prevent him from entering all the way. Next I felt his hand on my wet pussy rubbing, focusing attention on my clit. I felt a shiver began then I almost blacked out with the intense orgasm that went through my entire body. I then felt a finger slip in under the leg hole and slowly enter my hungry vagina. I was surprised it was a bit more painful than I expected. My breathing became hard as tears streamed from my eyes down my head. There were at least two fingers probing inside me, but since I had been finger fucked once, I did not resist. The hand job picked up pace and was plunged deeper and deeper into me. He continued kissing me while he continued to pump me with his hand. Mark had never done that before and I didn't want it to stop. "Faster," I cried as he pumped his hand into me. Which each thrust I let out a loud grunt. His mouth was still over mine but I was paralyzed as the tingling sensation began in my lower stomach and soon shot through my entire body. My head fell to the right and all I could make out was his arm holding me down. After a couple of more thrusts I moved my head to the left. I noticed his other arm holding me down as well. Realizing what was going on I opened my mouth, which was immediately covered with his. As he pumped me harder and faster I realized he was about to cum inside me. Trying to escape his grip, I thrashed around. However after a couple of useless moves, I found my hips matching his thrusts into me. Wrapping my legs around him I held on as he began coming inside me. As he rammed himself into me I felt another intense orgasm race through my body. After he finished ejaculating he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and squeezing his penis so it would pulse inside of me. Propping himself up on his hands, looking down at me, he smiled a peculiar smile. Sitting up and pulling out, he continued to look at me, but I was unable to read his expression. "I thought I said leave the panties on." One of the other men watching replied, "They ain't off yet, bitch." Not noticing the last word I looked down, and saw he was right, the part that covered me was just moved over, allowing full access. Laughing I replied, "If I known it would be like this, I would have done it sooner." Willie looked at me puzzled. I think he realized what I meant because he grabbed the waistband of my panties and ripped them in half then pulled the remains away from my body. "Noooo", I cried, "my fiancé gave me those." Ignoring me he flipped me over and lifted me on my knees. I jumped and let out a little squeak when I felt a cool liquid being poured on my ass. Looking back Willie was pouring a can if beer on me and his rock hard dick. Next he pressed his manhood against me then eased it into my ass, another first! He rammed himself into me pushing deeper with each thrust. I collapsed in both pain and pleasure on my elbows and let the pillow muffle my cries. After a while he pulled out and I felt myself getting turned around until I was face to face with his still hard cock. Not thinking I immediately took the musky smelling cock, put it in my mouth and began sucking on him hard. It didn't take too long and he pumped what seemed like several mouthfuls of sperm down my throat. I couldn't swallow it all and much of it dribbled down my chin. Before I could finish cleaning him off, I was flipped onto my back again and the next man buried his cock into me and began pumping me violently. I heard a high pitch rhythmic squeal then realized it was coming from me. He quickly began to pick up the pace and I could feel him empty himself into my waiting pussy. I felt another orgasm coming on as I held onto him as he pumped the last few spurts into me. I felt another pair of hands flip me back up on my knees and enter my pussy this time from behind. I had no idea who it was, and at this point I was not interested. While he was busy behind me, anther got in front and forced himself into my mouth. Somehow I managed to work on both ends because shortly after the man behind me came, the man in my mouth shot off his load. When finished, I just wanted to collapse, but two more men showed up and took their spots. I had lost track of who had fucked me and how many men had done me. To be honest, at this point it really didn't matter any more. I may have passed out briefly because when I blinked I was on my stomach with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Hands were on my hips and someone was trying to enter me from behind. Whoever it was, he didn't feel very large in my now rather tired pussy. With each thrust I grunted loudly, more to being pushed into the mattress than anything else. I tried to push myself up but found myself held in place. Taking a quick glance I saw a huge body and realized it must be Fatso. He was probably the only one who hadn't fucked me yet. Being so worn out and feeling numb all over I wouldn't have noticed him completing if he didn't fall forward and lay on top of me. I was pinned down on the mattress as he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. After a few minutes of this I realized that he was being very gentle with me, stroking my hair and lightly kissing me. I found myself enjoying this and being able to relax and catch my breath. Unlike the other men who as soon as they came they left and were replaced with the next guy. Fatso stayed with me showing me actual affection. I felt a bit guilty for writing him off and being repulsed by him. After he eased up off me, I slowly crawled up onto the bed and collapse, sore and tired. Feeling the bed sink, I felt my fat friend lay down beside me. He leaned toward my ear and asked if I was alright. Turning my head towards him, I smiled and replied, "Just fine." Stroking my matted and sticky hair, he said, "You are so beautiful" "Thanks." Rubbing my back, he followed his hand with licks and kisses. Trailing down to the small of my back, he got up on his knees, crawled over my legs and began working on my bottom. "You have a beautiful little white ass." My only reply was to let out a guttural moan. He then re-positioned himself so he could kiss my cheeks while fingering my pussy. He the stuck his tongue between my cheeks and began licking my butt hole. As he did this he continued probing my pussy with his fingers until I had another shattering orgasm course through my spent body. Rolling off me he laid beside my and resumed rubbing my back, but with a much more leisurely pace than before. After who knows how long, I looked around and noticed the room was now empty except for the two of us. "Where is everyone?" I queried. Looking at the clock on the counter I saw that it was nine o'clock. I then looked towards the window and saw daylight coming through and I jumped up shouting, "Holy shit!, I've been here nearly seven hours!, I'm supposed to meet my parents for breakfast!" Jumping out of bed I began a mad dash to find my clothes. I found my clothes and top, but my bra and panties were nowhere to be seen. I went into the bathroom and rinsed my face and hair off in the sink. After drying, I turned around and saw the last man standing there in the doorway. To make conversation and not think about what I had done I asked, "Sooo, is this what usually happens at bachelor parties?" "Well ... this wasn't a bachelor party, but ummm … no." Stopping in my tracks I turned to him and said, "It was just a guys' night out … you know, for cards and strippers and stuff." "But they said it was?" "Yeah, when you guys came up, Roger and the others told us to act like it was." "Who's Roger?" "He was the one who found you in the bar." "Oh," I said feeling my stomach knot up, as if I just realized what I had done. "What about the hookers?" "They weren't hookers, just strippers and their guard. Usually, we just get a show and some lap dances … none of us were expecting … you." "Oh GOD!" I said realizing that I was the slut and not those other women. Fatso came over and put his arm around me to comfort me. After only a couple of minutes I recalled what Kimberly had said. I felt a little better about losing control knowing that Mark got wild last night as well. I also felt comforted with this nice man making the effort to get me to feel better. Exiting the bathroom, I told him that I really needed to leave. "I would like to see you again," he said. Seeing a pained expression in his eyes I went over and hugged him and said, "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm going to be married." "Well, I'm not married … and I really don't care … can I at least give you my business card?" Not wanting to hurt his feelings since he was the only one nice enough to stick around, I said sure. "Great!" he replied, going to his pants still crumpled up on the floor near the dresser, bending down giving me a good long look at his fat pock marked ass, getting the wallet out of his pants and then handed me his card. Looking at it I saw that his name was James and that he worked as a manager at a large chain store that I frequently visit. "I know where this is … I shop here a lot." "Really?" he replied smiling. "But when you see me you can't let anyone know what we did," I sternly said, realizing that I had said when rather than if.. "But can we do this again sometime?" Sighing, I reluctantly replied that, "Of all the guys last night, you are the only one I would see again … now I really have to go." "You haven't answered my question." "Look … " I said, wanting desperately to leave, "my husband will be traveling quite a bit with his job, so maybe." I wanted to kick myself for saying that much, but hopefully it would work and he'd let me go. Instead he grabbed me, kissed me hard and passionately. I found myself responding likewise. Letting go of me I saw that he getting erect again. Knowing I shouldn't, I looked in his eyes, pushed him towards the bed until, turned him around and pushed him onto the bed. Climbing atop of Mount Man, I began rubbing his neck and back. Kneading his back, rocking forward and using all my weight. After my arms began to tire I slowly moved down until I was on his legs and looking right at his ample bottom. Feeling a mix of repulsion and excitement I bent down and began licking and kissing his buttocks. Spreading his cheeks, I was hit with a strong musky scent that made me back away a bit. At the same time I felt myself get very turned on. Going in I flicked my tongue around his ass muscle. I alternated between nibbling his butt flesh and licking him out. "Oh god," I heard him moan. I worked on him until my jaw tired. When I couldn't do much more I got off of him I pushed on his side. It didn't take long for him to get the idea, and he turned over. I crawled between his huge legs and took him in my mouth. As I nibbled on his cock, he laid back on the bed, I massaged his balls and fingered his anus. While I worked on him he asked, "Is it true?" Taking my mouth of him, and licking his balls I replied, "What?" "Were you really a virgin?" Putting my mouth back over his cock, I slowly nodded and let out a garbled uh huh. Before I completed my uh huh he ejaculated into my mouth, as I swallowed as much as I could. Standing up, I used the my hand to wipe the remains off my chin, then licked off my fingers. I then smiled at James and headed towards the door. He then said, "I wish I could have been first." Looking back, I replied, "Me too." Then I opened the door and left. It wasn't until I was standing at the elevator that I realized what I just said and that I hadn't thought of Mark. In a haze, I entered the elevator, hit the button for my floor then slowly exited. "Amber?" I heard as I started down the hallway. I turned around and saw that it was Kimberly. "Oh, hi," I said. "Where have you been?" she said, "Everyone has been looking for you." "I'm sorry, just been out walking, trying to clear my head." "Everything ok?" "Yeah, just nerves … I guess what you said about Mark and the bachelor party …" Cutting me off, she replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just messing with you, Mark wouldn't do anything like that." "Really?" I replied feeling a bit freaked out. "The guys just went to a strip club like we did and had a lap dance or two, nothing else." The words didn't really sink in, but I did hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. I smiled, excused myself and said I really needed a shower and I would call when I was ready. Kimberly smiled and said, "OK, see you in a bit." Once back in my room, I crumpled on the floor and began sobbing. After about twenty minutes I finally composed myself. I got in the shower and tried to wash away everything that had happened then got myself ready to begin my new life. ------------------------------- "For these and all the sins of my life I am sorry." The priest, taken aback, could only ask Amber if she had been a good, loyal wife since she actually said her vows. She replied that she had. The priest replied that that was good, then asked how long ago did the marriage take place. Amber replied that it had been just over two months. And finally he asked if she had or considered going to the store where her ummm … friend works. She answered that she hadn't thought of it until he brought it up just now. Then every day until her next anniversary she must say 500 Hail Marys so that the memory will remain fresh and so she can reflect upon what she had done. Also after the anniversary had passed, he added, if she ever got the urge to stray again she must return for more consultation. O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all of my sins because of Thy just punishments. But most of all because they offend Thee my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more, and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen. "I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit