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The party is already going as Chastity and I walk into the large barn that has been converted into a party rental bar and dance floor. Considering that the location is over twenty miles into the rural countryside, there’s no worry that local police will be called if the noise level gets out of control. The only ones nearby who might be offended at what’s going on would be a few squirrels high in trees. Phillip and his friends have found a perfect location for this bachelor party.
“Hey, Danika!” a tall man exclaims as he walks up to my wife. “You look even better in person than in the pic that you sent me.” He turns his brown eyes toward me and continues, “And you must be the bodyguard.”
“Yeah, I am,” I say with a nod. “Me and a couple of guys outside in the car,” I lie.
His eyes grow wide. “You have nothing to worry about with us, man. We’re a friendly bunch of guys.” Nodding toward the other men in the room, some of them hold up their beers and smile at us. The music inside is so loud that I doubt any of them could hear what he’s said, though.
“We’re not worried,” Chastity explains. “I actually look forward to getting to know all of you.”
Phillip smiles and offers his arm to my wife. I follow them toward the oaken bar and then have a seat there on a stool. A bartender offers me a bottle of local craft beer and I take it, having a sip before putting it back down. I have to assume that Phillip and his pals are taking care of the entire tab for their guests, including me.
“Hey, buddy,” a man says to me as he has a seat next to me at the bar. “Did you bring the entertainment?”
I grimace a little before forcing a smile onto my face. “I guess you could say that.”
He grins. “Nice looking lady. I told Phillip that he should get someone classy instead of the usual stripper. Too many of these parties have strippers from local gentlemen’s clubs. It has been getting a little boring.”
I chuckle before asking, “Just how many of these sorts of parties have you been to?”
“Maybe a dozen or more. I have lots of friends who are getting married.”
“And you’re not?” I turn to face him better.
The man shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t see myself as the marrying type, honestly. I like women, but on my terms. There’s no need to be tied down to the same one all the time. Know what I mean?” His eyes study me as he waits for my response.
“Well, I guess you have a point there. I’ve already taken the leap, though.”
“Too bad, huh?” He nudges me with his elbow. “Does your wife know you work with an escort?”
Though I consider telling him the truth about my relationship with Chastity, I decide against doing so. After all, she’s Danika while here, not my wife. I can’t be certain how the guys would react if they know that she’s actually my wife.
“She knows, and she’s fine with it,” I reply. “It’s money, right? A job.”
“Just a job?” He allows another wicked grin. “Are you sure that’s all it is with the two of you? I saw how you were watching her as she walked away with Phil. I think there’s a little more to it than that. Maybe you’re getting paid in some other ways besides cash?”
Getting his meaning, I reply, “What happens between us is between us. All I know is that I am to be here to keep an eye on you guys to make sure nothing too crazy happens.”
“Too crazy? What could be too crazy?”
Before I can answer him, I hear some men across the room calling out to someone. As I turn to look, I can see that my wife has come out in a very revealing bikini. I did not know that she owned this two-piece outfit. However, I’m certain that Chastity owns plenty of other things that I do not know that she owns.
“Whoa, baby!” the man beside me calls out. “Yes! Nice!” My wife dances around in front of the group of men, her hips gyrating and turning in a way that causes all of us to become horny for her. Phillip stands to the side and really admires her as she goes to a man sitting nearby. Straddling his lap, she dances seductively for him.
“Is that the groom?” I ask the man beside me at the bar.
“Yeah, that’s Chandler. He’s the unlucky bastard.” The man laughs and shakes his head. “He fell for a cute little redhead and hasn’t looked back since. We probably won’t see him much at the bar anymore.”
“Too bad.” I smile a little as I watch Chastity take off her top and push her soft, round C-cup breasts into the groom’s face. He doesn’t fight against her as she presses her flesh against his. Chandler even reaches up and runs his hands along her sides and back as he enjoys her warm, soft body.
“Damn, he’s a lucky guy with her, though.” The man smiles as he walks toward the groom and the other men. He wants a better look at what’s going on, and so do I. However, I keep my distance to not tip off any of the men here to my actual relationship to Chastity.
“Fuck,” I hear the groom say as my wife reaches into his pants. She’s found his pecker, and she uses her hand to gently stroke it up and down as she sits in his lap. He fidgets around in his seat as she works her hand up, causing what appears to be a little pre-cum to form at the tip. He might be soon to marry another woman, but this evening he’s going to enjoy Chastity’s soft hands and lips.
She kisses him for a moment as she continues to grapple his hardness. Then, as if she understands what he wants and needs, my wife goes to the floor before taking his manhood into her mouth. Gently sucking on him, she pleasures the man who will probably get fucked in a few days during his actual honeymoon.
“Give it to her!” I hear one man say nearby as he laughs. There are plenty of beer and other drinks in the room, so it worries me a little that they might become drunk and unruly. Still, it turns me on to see Chastity playing the part of Danika with the groom.
“Fuck,” I hear him say for a second time. “UHHHH!!!” He suddenly spurts into my wife’s mouth as she keeps her lips sealed tightly around his hard manhood. Though she gags a little, Chastity keeps it all in and swallows his full load. The groom’s fingers remain wrapped tightly throughout her short hair as he finishes coming. She then pulls off of him, swallowing all of his white man gravy. He relaxes and then Phillip walks up to her, pulling her to the side.
Chastity says nothing as he pushes his hand into her bikini bottoms, his fingers quickly finding her muff and sinking into her wet, fleshy labia. She grinds her round ass into him as he enjoys the feeling of her tight pussy around his fingers. Phillip then slowly draws his fingers up her abdomen and along her breasts before putting his fingers to his nose. Smiling, he bends her over a table nearby and pulls at her bikini bottoms. After they fall to my wife’s feet, he unzips his pants and drops them to expose his enormous cock. He then presses the tip against her and slowly rubs it along Chastity’s sweet valley.
“Oh, baby,” my wife moans in her role as Danika. “Oh, that feels so good.”
On the one hand, I’m just a little offended. Sure, Chastity is being paid very well for all this, but Phillip doesn’t even ask her permission to screw her. That doesn’t stop either of the two lovers as he slowly sinks his johnson into her moist cunt. I stand to my feet as my cock becomes hard. Walking toward them, I decide I want to see what’s happening just as much as the other men in the room do.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans as he presses his balls to her, his manhood deep inside. “Damn, you’re a sweet little bitch.”
Chastity grinds into him and giggles as she looks back at the man behind her. He’s not wearing a condom, which I would bet they’ve already discussed, and is the reason my wife is making so much from this job. Phillip’s solid pole moves in and out of her slowly as he reaches toward her face and puts his finger into her mouth. Chastity sucks and nibbles on it as they continue to move together.
“Damn, Phil,” the man who had sat near me at the bar says. “I knew you were a dirty bastard, but this is more than I thought you would ever do.” That he’s fucking my wife seems to surprise the other men in the room. They expected some of the tamer sex acts to be performed on some of them, but I’m guessing that most of them did not expect full sex between Chastity and Phillip. At least, not in the presence of the entire group.
“You’re deep,” Chastity moans as she grips the table tightly with her hands. “Fuck, you’re so deep.” She looks back at Phillip, their eyes meeting for a moment. He doesn’t care that he’s hammering her firm cervix. All he cares about is how good it feels to penetrate my wife so deeply. I have to admit that it’s the sort of feeling that I enjoy as well.
“I’m so fucking close,” he grunts as he screws her from behind. “Fucking whore. Fucking bitch.” The nice guy we met just a half-hour earlier is now a shit-mouthed asshole. It’s surprising, but I become more aroused as I watch the way he interacts with Chastity.
“Ouch!” my wife calls out after he reaches back and swings at her ass cheek, striking her as he fucks her hard. “Easy.”
“I’m sorry,” he says as his face turns red. “Holy shit, I’m blowing it. Fuck. FUCK!!!” Phillip comes inside Chastity’s pussy, but pulls out after the first spurt or two, likely to keep from having too much of a risk of getting her pregnant. “Ahhhh...GAWWW...” He squeezes his cock with his hand as he shoots his jism all over her lower back and ass. “Uhhhh...nahhhh...fuck.” His friends cheer him on as he expresses the last of his nut juice onto my wife’s back. Even I clap a little as he finishes. He then backs away from Chastity and puts his cock back into his pants while looking at his friends. There seems to be a sudden understanding of how many eyes have watched his entire performance. Embarrassed, he quickly retreats to a restroom door at the side of the room.
“Holy shit, he’s left a mess.” Another man gets up and brings a napkin to Chastity. She accepts it with a slight smile and cleans herself up. I walk over to her and try to help.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
Chastity nods her head. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She looks up at me. “He said he wanted to have some time with me, and I agreed, but I didn’t think it would be in front of everyone.”
“Embarrassed?”
“No,” she answers quickly. “I’m fine.” Chastity looks at some of the other guys nearby. They are keeping an eye on her. “I need to work the room, Lane. Just get back and let me earn this money.”
I sigh. “Just tell me if it’s ever too much, alright?”
“I’m fine,” she tells me again before walking over to one man. She reaches down and rubs the bulge in his pants, and I go back to my seat at the bar. There’s another bottle of beer waiting on me, so I pick it up and have a sip. Chastity appears to be in full control and she wants to do this in her way, not mine. The pay alone is three grand, after all. That’s a lot of money for us, and it’s badly needed. I decide to keep watch over her at a distance as she gives the man a hand job. He doesn’t last long before spilling his seed all over her stomach as they sway back and forth at the front of the room. My wife then moves to the next guy and gives him some oral. It seems she’s very intent on finishing anyone who wants her to do so. And they all do.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I say to myself as I shake my head. “A very long night.”
