My husband Rafiq was delighted that his friend Aftab was finally getting married. After many years in school, both in Pakistan and the US, and then being together in business in the Emirates, they were brothers in thought. Their usual gang, comprising Andy, Hemant, Robert and Phil was in the process of putting together a nice bachelor party at Hemant's house. Rafiq was quite open on some details with me, and confessed that they were going to hire strippers for Aftab's benefit. I was not that much of a spring chicken to imagine they would be reading literary classics at such an event! He asked me to trust that he would keep his hands off them and nothing would happen. I wasn't so sure about his friends but trusted Rafiq and agreed to let him go.
I discovered their full plan by accident, or maybe due to karma, through Hemant's girlfriend Karen, who had come across an email detailing their intent. The group planned to go out for happy hour and hit a few bars getting Aftab drunk, then to a strip club before heading back to Hemant's apartment where other strippers would show up. I wondered why they would hire strippers to go to Hemant's apartment, why not just stay at the strip joint? That's when Karen told me that knowing those guys they had hired the stripper to fuck Aftab, and maybe the others too. I was shocked at the thought and wanted to tell Rafiq's he couldn't go but Karen had an idea to ruin their plans and test my husband's and her boyfriend's honesty at the same time. After listening to the plan out I decided to go along with it.
The night before the bachelor party, we put our plan in motion, hoping to give Rafiq a big surprise. Karen had found the contact details for the strippers and we called them to cancel, on account of a sudden death in the family and delay in the wedding. We then called Hemant and confirmed that strippers named Julia and Xenia would be coming at the appointed time.
I guess I should take a moment and tell you a little about myself. My name is Zeenat. I am in my mid-twenties, with dark brown hair and black eyes. I have mid-sized breasts, a thin waist, tight round ass and nice legs. Guys constantly hit on me and I admit I liked the attention and flirted even though I had been married for a couple of years. Though Pakistani by birth, I easily passed as Southern European or Latin, since I was fluent in Spanish and Italian from my many years abroad in Europe. Karen was half Indian and half Canadian, and a beauty in her own right.
We showed up at Hemant's apartment just past midnight, posing as the strippers. I wore a wavy blonde wig with shades even though it was night time. I had put on a lot of make-up, much more than usual. To add to the disguise, I added greenish blue contact lenses. I was dressed in a sexy black miniskirt, see through top and high heels. I figured I would be able to fool Rafiq's friends easily since they had only met me a few times, and never in this state of dress, but I feared that Rafiq would realize it was me pretty quickly. Karen was dolled up in a tiger patterned dress, which had deep slits on either side, and with stilettos to match. She looked nothing like her usual self, but still brutally gorgeous.
Our plan was to remove our outer wear. However, when we were in our lingerie, I would get down on my knees in front of Rafiq, while Karen did the same to Hemant. We would undo their pants, pull out their cocks and tell him they were going to get a blowjob. We figured that if things got that far and they went along, we would pull off our wigs and bust them! We wouldn't leave our guys, but there certainly would be hell to pay for their lies and deception.
Hemant let us in and commented how hot we looked. He led us into the main lounge, his hands caressing our bottoms and causing all my cheeks to redden. The rest of the guys were sitting around, drinking and were extremely pleased to see us there. Rafiq was propped up in an armchair and looked wasted. I felt more comfortable that he would not recognize me so easily. Karen probably came to the same conclusion about Hemant who took a deep swig from a bottle of bourbon.
They were all horny and drunk and were eager for us to start stripping right away. I was nervous, but started to dance for them once they turned on the music. Karen was less inhibited and also had better moves. I danced as sexily as I could, grinding my hips and touching my breasts. Karen circled behind me and began to rub my tits and legs. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of my dress, lifted it over my head, and let it fall to the ground. I was actually enjoying my striptease and I was very turned on stripping in front of Rafiq and his friends without them knowing it was me.
I took Karen in my arms and as we swayed, I slid her dress straps to the side. I went to my knees, lowering her dress in the process. Karen daintily stepped out of her garment and resumed dancing and touching me. The guys were alternatively silent with lust and yelling with gusto as we put on our show.
We started getting more into it and I put my leg on Aftab's chair, allowing him to touch and kiss it. Then I went over to Robert and repeated the move with my other leg. Karen had meanwhile taken Rafiq's face in her hands and buried it in her boobs. Andy came over and gave me a slap on the ass, which caught me by surprise. I ordered him to his seat, where Karen let him caress her leg.
They were telling us to strip as we continued to dance. Phillip moved behind me and Andy to my front. They sandwiched and began grinding into me as we now danced together. Karen was also being doubled up by Aftab and Robert. As I enjoyed the sensation of being caressed by two horny males, Phil unlatched my bra and Andy quickly removed it. I was startled and didn't know how to react as the spectators including Rafiq cheered. Both started fondling my tits and before I could react Phil turned my head around began to kiss me while tossing my shades off. Andy at the same time began to suck on my tits. I felt Phil's hard cock pressed against my ass and I was very turned on, but when I noted someone's hands slide into my panties and begin to rub my pussy I stopped them. Meanwhile Karen was in a similar sort of situation with her two fans.
