Here Comes the Groom

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I tied up my runners and headed out on my usual jogging route. My fiancée Katie was having a bachelorette party today, and despite her assurances, I couldn't stop worrying about her. The problem was the party was being organized by her best friend Joanne who I didn't trust. I could never see what Katie saw in her but their friendship went back many years. To me, she was an unreliable, reckless tramp. Katie was always telling me about Joanne's latest escapade whether it was who she had slept with, what new party drug she had tried, or what outrageous prank she had played on some hapless victim. While Katie found it amusing, I didn't, and I worried that she was a bad influence. Given her track record, I didn't put it past Joanne to spike the punch or hire a male stripper for today's event. I had mentioned my concerns to Katie but she assured me that it wouldn't be that kind of party as Joanne had promised to behave. Yeah right, I had a bad feeling about the party but I couldn't sit at home stressing about it so I decided to go for a run to clear my head instead.

It was a warm day and I was comfortable wearing shorts and a tank top as I jogged down the quiet, tree-lined street. I'm in great shape thanks to wrestling, running, and working out at the gym. In Katie's words, I was pure beefcake and she loved to show me off when we were out, or play with my toned body when we were alone and naked. I felt the same about Katie, I loved her gorgeous body and couldn't get enough of her firm tits and luscious booty. Thankfully, we had similar sex drives and got it on often. Despite Katie's conservative upbringing, she was very sexually adventurous and always willing to experiment. While I considered myself open minded, she even shocked me at times with what she was willing to try but luckily I was generally up for anything, with the rare exception. More on that later.

As I cut through the park at the end of the street, I thought back to our conversation when Katie had first mentioned the party, "Seriously, Joanne is organizing it?" as I pictured Katie slurping Jell-O shots off some half-naked, sweaty gym rat's six pack. Katie had assured me repeatedly that the party would be more bridal shower than stagette, with presents, silly games, and some wine. She had read Joanne the riot act with regards to strippers, booze, and drugs and Joanne had sworn she would be on her best behavior.

"Besides," Katie reasoned, "both of our mothers, your sister, and the bridesmaids will be there. You know my mother's head would explode if she saw some guy waving his dick at her." She had a point there, maybe I

was

worrying too much. With Katie's repeated assurances, we left it at that but I still felt uneasy. We were going to be married in a week and I didn't want any speed bumps along the way.

While I seriously disliked Joanne, her opinion of me wasn't much better. As Katie tended to share way too much, Joanne undoubtedly knew that I didn't approve of her questionable behaviour. I also suspected Katie revealed too much about our sex life and thought it likely that Joanne had seen one of many explicit photos and videos we had taken of each other. The thought of Joanne seeing a photo or video of me with a hard-on or watching me get a blowjob from Katie gave me the creeps but it probably explained why I occasionally caught her checking me out when she thought I wasn't looking. While Joanne may not like me, she didn't seem to mind my bulge or ass. Of course Joanne was Katie's maid of honor in our upcoming wedding but Joanne aside, I genuinely liked Katie's other friends and had been welcomed into her group, many of who would be bridesmaids in our wedding and attending today's event.

Did I mention Joanne was a slut? Katie had recently shared a story about Joanne hooking up with a couple of construction workers she had met at a local bar. There was a younger guy closer to Joanne's age and an older dude in his mid-thirties, both were well built and very blue collar. After ample booze and drugs back at her place, Joanne ended up blowing them at the same time while rubbing their cocks together. As the night progressed, the guys seemed to get more comfortable with the threesome and double penetrated Joanne with the younger guy lying on his back fucking her pussy, while the older guy took her ass doggy-style. According to Katie, Joanne totally got off on having two cocks stuffed inside her as well as all the sweaty ball slapping action as the guys thrust in unison. By the end of the night, Joanne and the younger guy were sucking the older guy's cock and exchanging his load with their tongues. She even had video of the shared blowjob. Katie seemed flushed with excitement as she described the evening and started to show me Joanne's video on her phone before I could stop her. I quickly pushed her phone away but not before seeing a good looking blonde guy and Joanne slurping away on a large, wet cock, "Ew, no thanks. I don't want to see Joanne blowing a dick with another guy. Jesus Katie!"

"Aw, c'mon Brody, it's not going to hurt you to look. Don't you think it's just a little bit hot when two big, tough dudes are confident enough in their masculinity to experiment with each other?" she asked as she reached for my crotch, gently massaging my dick through my shorts. "Joanne says this was the first time for both of them. I bet you if it was girl on girl action, you'd be all over it."

"Yeah, of course I would, but that's different. I happen to like girls." I reasoned while thickening in her talented grip.

"Well, I think it's hot and I wish you were a bit more open-minded about a favorite fantasy of mine, you're usually more adventurous. Joanne and I watched some gay/straight porn the other night and it was so sexy, I was incredibly wet. In the right situation, I might even share you with another guy, with me there of course. I know Tommy for one would love to get a taste of your cock," she shared as she teased her hand along the length of my shaft.

While I had been enjoying Katie's dick massage up to this point, I suddenly sat up straight, "Wait, what..? Tommy? Have you been talking to Tommy about my dick?" Tommy was Katie's coworker who she jokingly referred to as her work husband, although he was as gay as they come. Tommy was slim and decent looking but he'd never pass for straight. His boyfriend Zach on the other hand was dark, muscular, and hairy. They made an unlikely couple but it seemed to work. Tommy and Zach had what Katie described as an

open relationship

so that probably kept things fresh. I had agreed to have Tommy as a groomsman in our upcoming wedding although, like Joanne, he always seemed to be checking me out. I just hoped he'd put the lecherous glances on hold during the wedding ceremony.

"Um, I don't know,

maybe

I did? Tommy really likes you Brody and I might have shown him a photo or two. He thinks I'm lucky to be engaged to such a hottie and said he'd love to have a go at you. Zach never stops talking about your ass," as she reached her hand into the leg of my shorts and wrapped it firmly around my hard-on.

Determined not to be distracted, I asked, "Oh my god Katie, you weren't sharing our dirty videos with Tommy or Zach were you?"

Katie looked evasive as she answered, "Well, they weren't

that

dirty, and in my defence, there may have been margaritas involved," she giggled. "Besides, you know how proud I am of you and your sexy body right babe? I love every hard inch of you," as she squeezed my hard-on. "By the way, Tommy says your cock is almost as big as Zach's!" she proudly bragged.

Whoa, what? I was now pretty sure that Joanne, Tommy, and possibly Zach, had seen me hard and in action but how could I possibly stay mad at Katie when she put on that naughty school girl look while fondling my rigid tool. I sighed in exasperation and said, "I know you mean well Katie but please try not to share so much when it comes to our sex life, okay?"

Katie giggled as she maneuvered my dick and balls out from the leg of my shorts and pouted, "Okay silly," before bending over to slip my hard cock into her warm, talented mouth. I interpreted her response as she would try harder but not

that

hard. Katie was a wild child and I didn't think she'd ever change. As I felt myself getting closer to shooting a load, I resigned myself to this fact and vowed to embrace her kink while drawing the line at male on male action. If it made Katie wet thinking about me with another guy, so be it. I would never complain about Katie being too horny but she'd have to use her imagination.

As I came to the end of the park, I had two choices. I could turn left and circle back to my house, or turn right and pass by Katie's parent's house where the party was taking place. Katie's parents lived in a large home in a nice part of town and had a good sized party room in their basement. Should I jog by the house? I really shouldn't but the party was in the basement so it wasn't likely I'd be seen. Also, it was one of my usual jogging routes so I didn't see the harm as I turned right and headed towards my future in-laws' home.

I could hear the party before I saw the house and noticed a few extra cars parked on the street. As I got closer, the constant beat changed into music accompanied by rowdy laughter and cheering. This sounded anything but a small bridal party with family and friends. I stopped at the curb in front of the house and strained to hear more. I could hear catcalls and female chanting of, "Go, go, go..." Suddenly I could hear a man's amplified voice responding to the chants with, "Oh, you can tell she wants it!" as the cheering increased in volume.

What the actual fuck? It sounded like that bitch Joanne had gone ahead and hired a stripper despite Katie's assurances. I was livid but what was I going to do, barge into a room full of drunken women and drag the guy out of there? I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. As suspicious as it sounded, I realized I might be jumping to conclusions and should confirm for myself. The last thing I needed to do was falsely accuse Katie of breaking our trust.

I looked up and down the street and glanced at the windows in the house before quickly walking up the driveway and quietly opening the gate at the side of the house. There were no basement windows facing the street and the windows on the side were covered so I crept cautiously towards the rear walk-out entrance. I could now hear distinctive voices above the general cheering including Joanne yelling, "Work it baby..." What the hell was going on?

The door to the basement was open but I couldn't see beyond a lowered projector screen at this end of the room, blocking my view into the main party room space. Katie's parents had installed the ceiling screen for their projector TV a while back. There were balloons hanging around the screen and I assumed something was being projected onto the other side where the main party was taking place, probably porn knowing Joanne. I could hear music, voices and see flashing disco lights reflecting back towards the door but otherwise, that was it. There was a stepladder open behind the screen so I stepped through the doorway and gingerly walked towards it to see if I could use it to see over the screen into the room without being seen. Worried that I might be caught at any moment, I carefully climbed up the first two steps of the stepladder until I was able to see above the screen. Unfortunately, my view was still blocked by party balloons fixed along the top. Seeing that the balloons ended a foot or so out from the screen, I cautiously stepped up another rung and leaned forward as much as I could, without tipping the ladder, to see over both the screen and balloons into the room. Success! I could now see clearly. Katie and her friends were playing some sort of limbo game as a male DJ encouraged them on. Shit, there were no strippers and no sign of anything out of place other than slightly drunken women having some wholesome fun. Fuck. Taking a closer look at the DJ, I realized it was Katie's friend, Tommy. That explained the male voice I had heard. I hadn't even considered he'd be at the party but I guess Katie decided to invite him along with her girlfriends. Shit, did I feel stupid. I needed to get the hell out of here before I was busted.

At that moment, I felt someone grab my leg and ask, "Whatcha doin' Brody?" I jerked away from the touch in surprise, looking down to see Joanne standing at the base of the ladder with a mischievous grin on her face, which slowly turned to shock as the momentum of my reaction started to topple the ladder towards the screen. Dragging the ladder behind me, I crashed into the screen, tearing it from its ceiling mounts, as I landed on what appeared to be a table full of wrapped gifts before rolling onto the floor in a crumpled heap.

The music had stopped and the room was full of panic and screams as the guests tried to make sense of why a sweaty jogger had literally crashed their party. As I gingerly moved my limbs to determine if I had broken anything, I glanced around at the faces looking towards me with their mouths open. Damn, I recognized pretty well everyone including my future mother-in-law, my mother, my sister, and a number of Katie's girlfriends. Last but not least, standing in the middle of the stunned crowd was Katie. Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

Katie mouthed, "Brody?" as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Realizing it was in fact me, she rushed over to see if I was okay, crouching down beside me. "Brody, what happened? Are you hurt?" I groaned in pain and frustration as I slowly sat upright with my knees drawn up and tried to form a reply. Concerned about my lack of response, Katie continued, "Are you in pain? Did you break anything?"

Suddenly Joanne appeared alongside us and dropped something into my hand. "Here take these, they'll help with the pain." Without thinking and grateful for the interruption, I popped what looked like four pills into my mouth taking the offered water bottle from Joanne's other hand and swallowing them in one gulp. It wasn't until they were gone that I started to wonder what Joanne had actually given me and why so many pills? Also, were two of them blue?

"Uh, what were those?" I belatedly asked.

"Oh just some pain pills, they'll make you feel better," replied Joanne but as she turned away, I could see traces of a smirk on her face. Joanne was a regular pharmacy when it came to pills, another reason why I didn't like her.

"Brody?!"

Unable to ignore Katie's questioning look anymore, I put aside my worry about the pills and turned towards Katie. "I think I'm okay, I just had the wind knocked out of me." Looking backwards at the mess I had made with the screen, the crushed gifts, and balloons strewn around the room, I turned back towards my fiancée, "Katie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to screw up your party." I could see the rest of the guests standing back but listening to our interaction.

Relieved to hear I was okay, Katie's expression slowly changed from concern to suspicion, "Brody, what are you doing here?" Uh oh, here we go.

"Um, I was just jogging by and the party sounded really loud so I just wanted to check to make sure you were okay." I explained with the most reasonable expression I could manage.

"You were

just

jogging by...? What the hell Brody! You were checking up on me to see if there were any strippers, weren't you?! Jesus Christ, you're obsessed! I told you it wasn't going to be that kind of party but I guess that wasn't good enough. I can't believe you didn't trust me!" as she abruptly stood up. Katie looked furious as she glared down at me on the floor. "I'm glad you're okay Brody but I am seriously pissed!" as she stormed off with Joanne following behind her. Fucking Joanne.

Hearing another voice behind me, I turned to see my mother looking down at me with a frown on her face, "Brody, I'm disappointed in you as well. You should know better," before walking away shaking her head. Uh, thanks Mom. Everyone else seemed to be finding somewhere to look as I sat alone on the floor.

Taking pity on me, Tommy walked over and offered his hand, "Hey Brody, let's get you up off the floor." He pulled out a stool for me to sit on in front of the battered gift table. The table was located in front of the former screen on the same side of the room as the entrance, bar, and a small dance floor. The rest of the party room was down two steps to a comfy sitting area where most of the guests were currently sitting or standing. Moving to the stool, I felt a bit dizzy and wondered if I had shook myself up more than I realized. "Easy Brody, you may need to take things slow for awhile," Tommy suggested as he helped me sit down and stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders, presumably to keep me from falling over.

I looked over at Katie and Joanne talking and I could tell Katie was on the verge of tears. It also looked like my mother and Katie's mother were getting ready to leave which was confirmed by my sister as she stopped by to tell me she was taking the mothers back to our place as they were worn out by all the excitement. Also, she called me a dickhead for ruining Katie's party. Thanks sis. A few of the other guests looked like they were heading out as well. Great, I really

had

ruined the party.

Katie made her way over to dutifully say goodbye to the departing guests. She looked unhappy but no longer on the verge of tears as she walked back towards me. Gulp. Joanne took the opportunity to make an announcement to the remaining guests, "Ladies, sorry for the interruption. Let's give Brody and Katie a bit of space and get this party back on track. If you're ready for a margarita, meet me at the bar! Tommy, how about some music?" The music started up at a softer volume as the disco lights pulsed to the beat. I was starting to feel a little weird as the bass pulsed through me and the lights spun around the room. I felt stoned and listless perched on the stool as I watched everything around me. There were now fewer guests but most of the bridesmaids remained along with Joanne, and Tommy. What exactly had Joanne given me?

"Brody!" Startled, I looked up to see Katie standing in front of me. She looked beautiful despite being angry and I was distracted by the depth and color of her eyes as I tried to focus on what she was saying. "I can't believe you checked up on me after everything we talked about. Did you really expect to find strippers? I am so disappointed in you. Is this the way it's going to be if we get married?"

If?

Oh shit. I could see my life with Katie vanishing in a puff of smoke. I needed to fix this. Of course, Joanne took the opportunity to join us, and Tommy was once again behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He was being very touchy today. I tried to ignore both of them and turned to my fiancée, "I'm really sorry Katie, I didn't mean to doubt you. I was just worried but I admit, I was an idiot. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you and fucked everything up. I promise it won't happen again. What can I do to try and make things right?"

"I'm not sure you can Brody. Half the guests have left and who knows what shape the gifts are in, not to mention my parent's TV screen," Katie remarked as Joanne handed her a margarita. Katie gladly accepted the drink and took a big sip as Joanne leaned over and whispered in her ear. Uh oh, I didn't like the looks of this. Katie started to smile as she listened, nodded, and turned back towards me, "Brody, do you really want to fix this?"

"More than anything Katie, just let me know what I can do and I'll do it," as I struggled to focus. The music, lights, and Katie's beautiful tits were distracting me as Tommy lightly massaged my shoulders in support. I felt my dick shifting as my mind pictured Katie naked. What the fuck was wrong with me? Focus.