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- Herausgeber: Giselle Renarde
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
A bachelor party is supposed to be exciting, but what's the point of watching a bare body move if you can't get down with the dancer? Ed knows a girl who's always up for it, and that's his fiancee, Maggie. But when Maggie's secret life comes to light, how will Ed react? Will he call off the wedding, or will he be aroused beyond measure?
Wedding Heat: Bachelor Party is story number 14 in the Wedding Heat series.
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Wedding Heat: Bachelor Party© March 2021 by Giselle Renarde
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Wedding Heat:
Bachelor Party
by
Giselle Renarde
As he watched the stripper gyrate, Ed realized he hadn't been this turned on and this irritated in years. It reminded him of high school, of sitting in the bleachers and watching the girls' track team—watching their perky breasts bounce with every step—and feeling trapped in his own personal hell of horniness.
That's how he felt as the stripper waved her naked tits mere inches from his face.
So this was his bachelor party: Keith and Luke and Greg and Maggie's cousin, whose name Ed couldn't remember. These guys and those beers and that stripper.
Her tits were incredible. She had on way too much makeup for his taste, but maybe it was camouflage, the way actors paint their faces to put on a show. This was only a performance, but Ed felt like much more than a mere audience member.
His dick strained as the stripper lowered her crotch toward his thigh and rode the air just above it. She had on a sequined blue thong, which made her look like some kind of erotic superhero. He didn't find it sexy, like the lace lingerie Maggie often wore for him, but his dick took notice, regardless. He couldn't control its responses. He couldn't help being turned on by a mostly naked woman shoving her bronzed and beautiful boobs in his face.
The problem he had with this performance was that he couldn't be a part of it. All he was permitted to do was sit still and watch. He couldn't touch. He couldn't squeeze. He couldn't push this girl's thong to one side and stick his dick in her tight, wet snatch.
An itchy feeling took over. He felt it mainly in his chest, but other places, too. This girl's bouncing boobs were making him so damn horny and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. Sit on his hands. Don't surrender to temptation.
Things were different with Maggie, his beautiful fiancee. When he wanted her, he could have her. Any time. She never said no. She was always up for it, even right after they'd had it. As soon as he finished, she wanted sex all over again. She could never get enough.
And she was naturally pretty. She didn't need all that goop on her face to make her beautiful. She'd look at Ed and smile and her blonde ringlets would bob against her shoulders and he'd feel like the luckiest guy in the world—because he was the only one who got to kiss those lips and squeeze those tits and stick his dick between those snow-white curves.
Maggie was all he really wanted, and she was about to become his wife. He was, without a doubt, the luckiest guy in the world.
The stripper turned around to showcase her magnificent bare butt. Ed had to admit, the girl had an ass to die for, but what difference did that make if he wasn't allowed to touch it? The closer she brought her ass to his thigh, the more he craved Maggie's sublime body.
And Maggie's body was always available.
So what was he doing, sitting here?
Pushing his chair back, Ed said, “I'm sorry—there's something I need to take care of. For the wedding.” He somehow managed to trip over the chair as he moved around it, but he swiftly apologized: to the chair, to the stripper, to his fellow bachelors.
“Where are you going?” Keith asked.
Ed didn't stop to answer the question. He walked directly to the door, opened it, and left.
The night was refreshingly cool.
He hadn't realized, until he'd left, how hot it had been in the cabin. Sweaty with raw male lust. He hoped Keith and Luke and the guys would enjoy the stripper in his absence, but he just had to get away.
Maggie's cabin was close at hand. All he had to do was cut through the woods and he'd be right there.
As he approached his fiancee's cabin, he could hear music blasting from within. Had Pippa and the girls hired a male stripper? Probably. He could only hope Maggie was having as lousy a time with her stripper as he'd had with his.
