"I love you."
"I know. I love you too."
I lay in bed with my soon to be husband, Rob, after I had just finished telling him about my little secret fantasy, and my inexplicable urge to want to carry it out. We usually tell each other our sexual fantasies and certain ones we end up acting out; but this one was a little different.
It was still almost a month until the wedding, we had both decided three months ago to abstain from sex until the wedding night; we wanted to build up our physical lust, our hunger, our need for each other so that our first night together as husband and wife would be spent insatiably satisfying each others pent up physical desires.
That is part of the reason this particular fantasy was different than usual, and the fact that he accepted my request to carry it out somewhat astonishing. We spent the better part of the night discussing plans. My bachelorette party was the following weekend and we had to have everything ready by then. My sister had to let in on this lurid fantasy of mine; after all she was the Maid of Honor, and the party was being thrown at her house. Of course, she demanded a price that I had reluctantly agreed to.
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The day had finally arrived and all the party guests were present. We spent the first hour with me opening gifts, talking about the upcoming nuptials and honeymoon and of course drinking lots of alcohol. There was only one thing left to arrive and it showed up shortly after the last of the gifts had been opened, which had been a strap on harness with a thick 8in dildo. "For when the new hubby gets out of line." My baby sister, Anna, said about her gag gift.
At the knock at the door my sister and my best friend, Stacy, who was also my other bride's maid, opened the door to let in the stripper. His 6'4", medium muscular frame walked into the living room where the revel of women started to get rowdier as they laid eyes on the tall stranger. At my request, our entertainment for the evening was dressed as a cowboy. His tight t-shirt under his vest showed off his toned muscles. His gun holster failed to hold a gun, but the only gun any of us were interested in him slinging around here was the one bulging out the front of his extra tight blue jeans. I made sure to request them extra tight. His cowboy hat mostly hid his gorgeous green eyes, the only thing visible of his upper face behind his black mask. Yes, I requested the mask too; I wanted this encounter to be as mysterious as possible.
At the eager prompting of the small crowd of party guests, our cowboy began to dance around the room and with every girl he shared a short bump and grind with, he lost a piece of clothing. First went his vest, with my friend Val, his hat was taken by Carla, his shirt came off while Amanda slowly licked her way up his abs and chest, and a boot each came off with Sandy and Mandy. Finally he made his way over to the sofa where Anna, Stacy and I had been sitting. Standing directly in front of me he began undoing the button to his jeans, and then slowly started to unzip them until the fabric gave enough slack to release him. I was suddenly staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, a very thick and long gun. It was beautiful. Then from my left, a mass of blond hair filled my view, as Sandy took it upon herself to gobble my cowboy's shaft to the root.
"You Slut!" Anna accused as she pulled Sandy off the immense organ. "You're just a bride's maid. Bree gets first dibs on the cock, she's the bride, you know better than that."
Stacy giggled her apology, "Sorry. It just looked so yummy."
"Is it?"
"Oh so yummy."
"So how about it Sis? Want to suck the last cock you'll ever suck before you get married?"
I wanted to, oh how I wanted to, but I still had to at least feign reluctance to accepting this large slab of man meat, that wasn't my fiancé's, into my mouth.
"Well, I don't know. I mean I am getting married in a couple weeks. It just wouldn't be right for me to..."
"Oh come on darlin'." My cowboy interrupted, "It's not like any body here is gonna tell your hubby. Besides, you haven't taken your eyes off my cock since it fell out of my pants. We all know you'll do it." He taunted and finished taking his pants off the rest of the way, revealing his balls and showing that he was shaved smooth.
"I still shouldn't." I protested.
"You should." Was his response as he put a hand at the back of my head to pull me closer.
"I'm getting married." I again made a half-hearted attempt to stop what was happening, while at the same time my hands reached around to grab onto his tight ass cheeks pulling him towards me.
"All the brides do me."
"They all suck you?"
