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Then, a thick, musky prick jabbed at my lips, its action urgent and most insistent. I opened my mouth to let it in and my suitor thrust his thick, veined shaft straight in until it pressed against my cheek, bulging it out to the side in the shape of his c**k’s head. I clamped my lips around the invading d**k and sucked on it eagerly, the guy face f*****g me with deep, animalistic grunts as his length slid in and out of my mouth with wet, slurping sounds.

I glanced over at my stripper friend, hoping that my eyes would let her know what a wonderful job she was doing with my p***y (hard to talk a mouth full of delicious d**k!) and saw that one of the bachelor party was f*****g her from behind, his thrusts hard and steady, his muscled, tan body taut as he screwed Redhead’s hot, wet p***y as she diligently jerked the black guy’s c**k against my sopping wet entrance.

I also saw that the stripper had a hold of the groom-to-be’s c**k with her other hand and she was tugging at him gently so that he positioned him his face directly over my c**k. Once she had him in place, she urged him to lower down until he was squatting with his mouth directly over my p***y and c**k that was pleasuring it. Then she let go of the black guy’s d**k and pushed the other guy’s head down onto me, so that he had no choice but to press his face onto my wet p***y.

The stripper then continued to push the groom-to-be’s ass onto my p***y, encouraging him to wipe his face in my juices, smearing my wetness all over his cheeks, mouth and chin, and then to such and lick at my c**t until I writhed with pleasure.

“Mmmf,” he grunted as the his face was buried within the wet fleshy folds of my p***y, his words were cut short as his tongue buried itself deep inside me and I squirmed my c******s against his nose. As he went down, he looked over at his two friends who were working their sensual magic on my breasts, and at the d**k that f****d my wanton slut mouth.

I thrust my hips upwards to meet the guy who was so expertly licking my v****a out – his wife-to-be was one lucky gal! – and looked across at my new stripper friend who, as it so happened, was not finished with me quite yet, she had removed her hand from the groom-to-be’s c**k (her work there done) and was busily groping around between my buttocks with the black guy’s c**k.

As the guy slurping greedily at my p***y created waves of sensual delight within my incredibly aroused flesh I could feel Redhead easing the thick, black c**k towards my asshole, having first applied a slick covering of my own p***y juices to my tight, puckered hole. I braced myself for the inevitable, and it became my turn to experience a hot, broad, rubbery c**k head nudging against my eager and incredibly willing anus – I really can’t remember a time in my life when I’d more wanted to be stuffed full of thick, meaty d**k than right then and there. I took in a deep breath the best I could between sucking and slurping at the c**k crammed in my mouth, and focused on relaxing the taut muscles of my v****a. Although I’ve had Cole’s not unimpressively sized c**k inside my wonderfully tight ass, I could sense that this one was going to be a challenge, and that made me want the thing inside my body all the more.

And so, as the groom-to-be licked and sucked at my p***y, and his friends worked diligently away at my t**s and mouth, I relaxed my body and felt the huge, black c**k stretch my anus wide open – and at that moment I was more than grateful for the stripper’s liberal application of my own slippery wet juices to help things along down there. And bit-by-bit, the huge c**k slid into my body, filling me up so full inside so that I felt incredibly and wonderfully stuffed. I experienced every magnificent inch of that massive, black c**k as it slipped through the tight ring of sphincter muscle and deep into my ass – so deep that it nudged against my g-spot and sent a wave of pleasure that made my p***y throb against the face of the guy who was so diligently eating me out.

It was at that moment that moment that I became aware once more of the excited audience that had gathered around the stage – an audience that of course included Cole, my dear, sweet husband. Part of me felt a pang of remorse at having been so easily persuaded to strip on stage and then impaled by a thick black c**k whilst face-f*****g a guy and having my t**s sucked and my mouth f****d all at the same time. But when I saw the look of absolute delight and awe on Cole’s face, I knew that I had made the right decision to give in to my exhibitionist self and strip naked in front of the club patrons - and allow myself to f**k be f****d and played with by the entire bachelor party. And to his credit, Cole stood by that stage with a big, stupid grin on his face and what looked to be a monster hard on tenting the front of his pants.

The guy who had been f*****g the stripper slid his c**k out of her p***y and made his way over to me. With a wink and a cheeky smile, he lowered his c**k towards my face, rubbing it over the bulging skin of my cheek, across my nose and around my mouth, bumping into his friend’s d**k that f****d me there. I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of the stripper’s p***y juices that were thick and slippery and so delightfully piscine in aroma, along with the perfume of the guy’s hot d**k that was so amazingly sexy and manly and all I wanted was to stuff it into my mouth and suck it clean.

Which was how come I managed to fit two thick c***s inside my mouth at the same time. My lips stretched almost beyond their limits but I crammed both of those magnificent d***s in there, although they were rather squashed up against one another and sandwiched my tongue between their salty-sweet flesh as both men mouth-f****d me.

I wriggled my hips against the huge c**k that stretched my ass in much the same way as the pair of c***s stretched my mouth – I felt as if my sensitive flesh and tight sphincter were being pushed to their very limit – and it felt so f*****g good to have my holes stuffed full of hard, manly d**k; almost as good as it felt to have my p***y so well taken care of by the busy tongue of the guy who was enjoying his last hurrah before the grim specter of marriage took him.

The stripper left our naked melee and wiggled over to Cole. She looked down at him from the stage as he looked up at her swollen, pouting and well-f****d p***y as she beckoned him onstage. Looking like a little kid just presented with the keys to the candy store, Cole climbed onto the stage and allowed Redhead to lead him towards center stage where I was being used by the six guys for whom a routine bachelor party had turned into a night altogether more special.

Under the stripper’s instruction, Cole shed his clothes as he walked the short way across the stage and by the time he got to me, he was as completely naked as everyone else. I tried to make eye contact with him, but it proved impossible with the two d***s f*****g my mouth and neatly trimmed balls slapping against my face. What I did glimpse though, was Cole’s long, stiff uncut pink c**k bobbing in front of him as he walked to my side looking down at my naked body that was being sexually entertained in a whole manner of ways.

The stripper said something to the guys – again, hard for me to hear with so much man-meat around my head – and they all pulled away, off and out of me. I groaned my disappointment as my mouth, n*****s, ass and v****a were all left feeling cold and moist and somewhat longing. Even the hot black guy beneath me wriggled away, and the others lowered me to the hard floor of the stage.

I lay there, gloriously naked and so delightfully exposed, my glinting wet v****a spread wide for all the club’s audience to see, my n*****s feeling hard enough to cut glass. I looked across at my audience, turned on beyond all belief that they were staring at me – at my nude body, my bare skin and my private and most intimate parts.

And to think that I’d been reluctant at first to strip.

The flame-haired stripper purred yet more instructions to the six guys and two of them grasped one of my ankles each and lifted my legs up until my feet were over my head, my p***y hole and my tight ass displayed for all to see. And then under the stripper’s direction – by this point I was beginning to think that perhaps she had done this before – Cole positioned himself over me with his back to me. Cole and I had led what I considered to be an adventurous s*x life to this point, but I’d certainly never envisioned us like this; both of us stark naked and about to screw in front of an incredibly appreciative strip club crowd.

As I laid there all doubled up, the stripper reached between my husband’s legs and grasped his c**k. She peeled the foreskin back from Cole’s d**k and bent it down towards my upturned p***y that had been made so unbelievably wet for him. And somehow, despite the awkward angle (again, she must have done this before, right?) she managed to get Cole’s c**k positioned against the slick entrance to my tight hole.

I heard her say something to Cole, but with my knees pressed against my ears, once again I was rendered all but deaf.

Taking Redhead’s instruction, Cole put his hands on her hips to balance himself and lowered himself down onto me, and his d**k – guided by the stripper’s expert hand – slid smoothly into my hole and joined us together like some wonderfully erotic living statue.

“Oh f**k,” I groaned as Cole f****d me, and I hoped that this felt equally as delicious for him. I moved my pelvis in time with Cole’s, his c**k sliding in and out of me in a delectably unhurried rhythm, the pleasure in my v****a building up inside of me, deep in the pit of my belly and throbbing through my smooth shaven p***y lips that pressed tight against my husband’s hot skin; this really did beat even a hot night in our marital bed!

I glanced away from my husband as we f****d, and over to the bachelor party guys who had a hold of my legs. They were both jerking their not insubstantial c***s, stroking the long, hard shafts with long, languid movements, sliding palms over the fat, bulging heads that glistened wet with slippery pre-c*m. They both nonetheless held my legs steady over my head to allow Cole and I to f**k one another, the winking eye of each of their c***s aimed directly at my face.

I then became aware of the d***s of the other four guys on my body; prodding, rubbing, sliding over my gently perspiring skin, and it felt like the world’s best – and most incredibly sensual – massage. They were on my thighs, my heaving flanks, my arms, my neck. One of the guys thrust his c**k at the side of my tit that bulged out from beneath my thigh, and he m*********d there, pressing the thick, rubbery head into my pliant flesh, grinding into my breast to heighten his own pleasure against my flesh. My tit wobbled and jiggled at the insistent pressure of the guy’s d**k, and that made my n****e stiffen once more to rock hard which sent waves of pleasure through my chest, my other breast and all the way down to my c**t that ached and throbbed as Cole’s balls slapped against it.

Cole began to f**k me harder, his up and down movement in my p***y increasing in tempo as he worked hard at his – and mine too! – orgasm; each thrust into me gaining in urgency as together we raced towards our mutual climax.

The c***s around my body moved up towards my head, and when I looked up, there were a half dozen fat, stiff c***s pointing directly at my face, each one being jerked with strong, rapid movements, all six damned close to shooting their loads of hot, creamy c*m into my face. I glanced through the wonderful forest of c**k flesh at the audience that had now crowded to the edge of the stage. There was a look of eager anticipation – and intense arousal – upon each and every one of their faces, as they watched me f**k and be f****d as they awaited the climax to my show; a real, live hot wife bukkake!

I thrust my hips upwards, impaling my cunt harder onto Cole’s d**k. I felt him tense up and the hot meat of his c**k swelled and pulsed inside of me so hard that I felt the inevitable orgasm rushing towards me like a massive, unstoppable tidal wave of pleasure.

“f**k!” Cole cried out and I felt his c**k tense once more inside my sopping wet hole. “I’m coming!” he screamed, although there was no need for him to have announced it at all – I could feel for myself the hot spurts of his c*m splashing inside my v****a in gush upon gush of sticky fluid that coated my insides with a wet, glowing warmth.

And this sensation served well to push me over the edge, my own climax thudding through my entire body to make my damp flesh tremble and quiver from my head right down to my tingling toes. I squealed out my delight as my p***y walls tensed and throbbed and pulsed so hard around my husband’s c**k that it squeezed out his copious amounts of c*m and it leaked around his shaft to dribble its way down along my ass crack and my belly.

As I came hard around my husband’s c**k, the first shot of semen hit me in the face, taking me entirely by surprise – I was lucky it hit the bridge of my nose and my cheek and not my eye. The crowd cheered at this, and then again when the black guy’s c**k went off in his hand and covered my other cheek and my lips with sticky cream. I closed my eyes against the other four c***s, each one firing simultaneously like some well coordinated fireworks display. Glob upon glob of musky scented c*m splashed onto my face, drenching my skin and running into my hair. The aroma of so much man juice was heady and incredibly sensual and made me feel so horny that I felt my v****a tighten around Cole’s d**k and he groaned at the sensation that created on his now sensitive post-c*m c**k.

The c***s surrounding my c*m drenched face moved away, and the guys holding my legs lowered them down and sadly, Cole’s d**k slipped out of my throbbing p***y hole.

The crowd applauded, as we remained still in that position – me laid flat and splayed out on the stage with my wet v****a dribbling my husband’s semen, and my c*m-covered face flushed with post-orgasmic afterglow, his standing over me like a great hunter over his prey - both exhausted by our pleasures, yet neither one of us wanting move, preferring our naked, sweating bodies to be on display in this most exposed and incredibly sensual way.

As the surge of orgasm continued to make its way through my body, and the c*m dripped from my face to trickle down to the sexy little dip at the base of my throat, I looked around at our appreciative audience, at the redheaded stripper who stood unashamedly naked in front of my husband and at the six bachelor party guys who were equally naked with their impressive c***s now totally spent and drooping at half-mast. And I couldn’t help but think that as far as anniversary dates went, this one surely had to be one of our best.

The End