Stags, or bachelor parties, are supposed to be a gathering where a man can sow his oats one last time before getting married. We all know that many bachelor parties are raunchy, drunken orgies with strippers and prostitutes. What's a girl supposed to do when she finds out her fiancé is planning a stag with strippers and prostitutes? Well.... keep reading and find out!
My name is Debbie. My story goes back about six months, when I was engaged to Jim, my long-term boyfriend. We had been together for several years before deciding to tie the knot. We are both in our early thirties, as are most of our friends. Some of our friends are married, a few are engaged and a few are single. Our circle of friends is fairly normal for young adults these days.
About a month before our wedding I stumbled onto some emails between Jim and several of his friends. Maybe "stumbled" is a little misleading. I knew Jim's password, and couldn't resist sneaking a look at his emails. He and his best man, Henry, were planning Jim's stag, and I was curious to get the low down.
Jim told me that his stag was going to be low-key with a bunch of guys playing poker, drinking, and smoking cigars.
I remember asking Jim, "Are you planning on having strippers at your stag?"
His answer wasn't too surprising when he said, "No, that's immature, and we are all beyond that sort of thing."
I smiled, looked him in the eye, and responded, "Yea, like you don't think I know about you guys going to strip joints after golf outings?"
Jim tried to change the subject but I wasn't going to let him off the hook. I continued my questions by stating, "I also know about the lap dances, blow-jobs, and fucking that goes on with private lap dances. The only question is how much of a dirt bag you are when I'm not around."
Jim obviously denied any "over-the-top" behavior. He just laughed and said, "Boys will be boys. I like tits as much as any guy. And sure, I've fondled a few, but that's it. All harmless fun."
I could actually care less if Jim and his buddies were out fondling tits at a strip joint, but blow-jobs and fucking are a bridge too far.
So, I absolutely wanted to know the details of Jim's stag. As I read his email chains I was flustered, angry, and disappointed. But, I wasn't surprised. As I read about the four strippers who had been hired for the stag, the guys were all asking if the strippers would give blow-jobs and fuck.
Henry was coordinating the stag, so he was the one answering the questions. I shouldn't have been surprised as he confirmed the strippers were high end prostitutes, and would do whatever was asked of them. He added that extra services would be cash paid by the recipient.
Don, who is married to Carol, emailed the group that the stag would be similar to his stag where the group fucked the strippers. He got pretty specific when he reminded the group how he and Paul, who is engaged to Sue, had gang banged one the strippers. Don had fucked the stripper as she sucked Paul's cock.
I was stuck with few options as I read the emails I couldn't admit to Jim that I had read his emails, and I knew he would continue to deny that any raunchy behavior would occur at his stag.
I did what any woman would do in a similar situation. I arranged a lunch at my house with six of my friends who had husbands or boyfriends who would be attending the stag. That included Meg, who is married to Henry, plus Carol, Sue, Lindsay, Joan, and Karen.
As we gathered for lunch with several bottles of wine, I updated all the women with the details of Jim's upcoming stag. I can't say anyone was totally shocked about strippers entertaining the guys, but hearing about gang bangs, blow-jobs, and fucking was pretty upsetting to everyone.
Carol had chimed in to say, "I guess none of us should be too surprised. All men are basically pigs. They just can't keep their cocks in their pants. They think they can fuck around, but heaven help any of us if we fuck around on them."
Lindsay, who is married to Mark, surprised us. She was new to our group and we had only known her since she was married. She volunteered, "I have to admit that my bachelorette party got a little out of hand. We had two male strippers for entertainment. And, some of the women misbehaved badly. I'm talking about sucking cock and getting fucked. I'm embarrassed to say I was drunk as a skunk, and I fucked a black stud with the biggest cock I'd ever seen."
The room went silent as Lindsay told her story. Joan asked Lindsay, "What would happen if Mark ever found out?"
Lindsay calmly said, "He knows. I told him. He had always joked around about wanting to watch me get fucked by a big black cock, so one night when he was fantasizing about his wish, I told him about me getting fucked by a BBC at my bachelorette party."
Karen jumped in and asked, "Are you serious? Mark wants to watch you fuck a black stud? Holy shit. What did he say after your confession?"
Lindsay laughed and said, "It wasn't what he said. It's what he did. Mark fucked me like there was no tomorrow as he peppered me with questions. He wanted to know how big his cock was, if he came in my pussy, if I sucked his cock, and if the other girls watched as he put his cock inside me."
Lindsay added, "That's still his go-to fantasy that he talks about when he is really horny. On vacation I go topless and he tries to talk me into fucking another guy while he watches. I don't do that, but I'll admit it makes me horny to think about."
Joan was a little drunk when she chimed in by saying, "Lindsay, I guess you are a quiet slut. But you're not alone. When Richard and I were on vacation we got his and hers massages in our hotel room. Things got pretty hot and Richard asked his female masseuse if she would fuck him, and asked my masseuse if he wanted to fuck me. They went for it, for an extra $300 each, and we both got fucked. It was beyond erotic as I watched his hard cock going in and out of a tight pussy, and he watched another man plunge his hard cock into my wet pussy."
I had never expected our lunch to turn into 'true confessions' but that's what happened. I admit I was turned on and fantasized about getting fucked while Jim watched.
I looked at my six friends and said, "I have a really nasty idea. I have the phone number of the company that provides the strippers. What if I call them and cancel the strippers for the stag? We could all show up instead and be the entertainment. Wouldn't that be something?”
Meg had been very quiet, but she broke the silence by saying, "Why not turn the tables on the boys? Just showing up will put a damper on their x-rated party plans. We get the last laugh."
Carol jumped in and said, "Count me in, but I want to get back at Don, who admitted in the email chain that he had fucked a stripper at his stag."
I looked at Carol and asked, "What do you mean when you say you want to get back at Don?"
Carol laughed and said, "We can be the entertainment. We show up in naughty stripper outfits, perform for the guys, and let the night go where it goes."
Lindsay smiled and said, "You mean we should take off our clothes, let all the guys see our tits and pussies, and let our boyfriends and husbands get embarrassed?”
Joan blurted out, "I'd like to do more than just strip. I'd like to fuck Jim. And I'd like to fuck Henry. And I'd be willing to suck Paul's cock. Richard would probably beat-off watching me fuck his friends."
Sue smiled and said, "Me too. Now that I know that Paul got a blow-job at Don's stag, I'd like to suck a big cock right in front of him. I'd even let the lucky guy shoot his cum all over my face. That's the money shot."
Wow. What a turn of events.
I was so horny when I got home, I pulled out my vibrator and masturbated like there was no tomorrow.
When Jim got home I had casually asked him how many guys were coming to his stag. He told me he wasn't sure but thought there would probably be twelve to fifteen guys. I started to quiver with anticipation at the thought of stripping in front of twelve to fifteen of Jim's friends. Most of them were friends of mine. And, they would get to see my tits and pussy. I was also fairly certain I'd get fucked by several of Jim's friends.
I remember asking Jim, "Is Brian coming?"
Jim casually answered, "I'm sure he will be there. Why do you ask?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know. Just curious. I've always liked Brian. He's one of your nicer friends."
Jim laughed and said, "He flirts with you all the time, and you love the attention. I've seen you check him out at the pool parties. You probably fantasize about his big black cock, don't you?"
I smirked and replied, "Maybe I do. You better watch out at our wedding reception, if I get him alone."
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The time passed quickly. I canceled the strippers. All the girls went shopping and we had a ball picking out stripper outfits. The more daring the better.
We got together for lunch and wine to make sure we were all on the same page. We all agreed to strip naked. We all agreed to mingle with the guys and let them fondle our tits. Sue, Carol, Joan, Lindsay, Meg and I all said we were open to getting fucked and sucking cock, depending on how things progressed. Karen wasn't sure if she would actually fuck someone other than her husband at the party.
I confirmed with Jim on several occasions that his stag was poker, drinking and cigars. What a liar. He was in for a big surprise when I showed up as a stripper at his stag. And I knew I'd blow his mind when he watched me fuck his buddies.
As Jim left for his Saturday night stag, I kissed him goodbye and said I was sure he was going to have a night to remember. That's the understatement of the year.
I went to my room to get dressed for the stag. I had picked out a sheer negligee with a plunging neckline to show off my 34D natural tits. My nipples were clearly on display. Since this was all I was going to wear, my strip tease wouldn't be much of a tease. One move and I'd be naked. I shaved my pussy and felt sexy as hell. My pussy was wet with anticipation of letting Jim's friends put their cocks in my cunt.
I put a jacket on over my negligee and drove my car to the stag, which was being held at Tim's house. Tim is single and is one of Jim's good friends. He has a beautiful home with a pool and hot tub. I'd been to several pool parties at Tim's house. He always checked me out in my small bikinis, which showed off my rather large tits. At the stag he would see my tits without a bikini top. Oh boy. I remember thinking, "What was I getting myself into?" I was nervous and horny.
We all coordinated our arrival to get to the stag around 10:00 PM. Several of the girls carpooled, but I drove myself. I wasn't sure how the night would end, and wanted to keep my options open.
We were all nervous as hell to surprise our husbands and boyfriends as the night's entertainment. We knew the guys would all be borderline drunk by 10:00 PM, as they waited for the strippers and a night of debauchery.
I rang the doorbell, and waited to be greeted and let into the party. Tim answered the door, and the look on his face was priceless. He recognized me and stared at seven women he knew. We certainly weren't the four strippers he was expecting.
I smiled at Tim and said, "We know you were expecting four strippers, but there has been a change in plans. I canceled the strippers after Jim lied to me about tonight's entertainment. We all know that you, and all the guys here tonight, were planning on some x-rated activity with strippers, who were also prostitutes. So we decided to turn the tables on our dirt bag husbands and boyfriends, and teach them a lesson. We are the entertainment."
Tim didn't say a word. We all stepped into the house and left Tim at the door. I heard some commotion in the living room, and I heard one of the guys announce that the entertainment had arrived.
We all took off our jackets and put them on a bench in the hallway. Seven half naked women walked into the living room to loud cheers and catcalls from fifteen drunk, horny guys.
I was the first one into the room and, initially, no one seemed to recognize me. The guys were staring at my big tits and hard nipples that were on display under my negligee. I had a huge smile on my face as I looked around the room to find Jim.
Some of the guys were stunned to see their wives and girlfriends walk into the room in stripper outfits, with their tits clearly on display. They instantly went silent. Some of the guys didn't recognize us, and kept up the loud catcalls.
