I recently met the man of my pipe dream. Tall, dark, handsome, devastating smile, warm wit, drives a Maserati convertible and runs his own business & ndash ; only problem is that he’s engaged to Claire, my best friend !



She’s a sales event rep and called to see his ship's company. A month later and they are engaged with a wedding date set. I was like a tongue tied virgin when we were introduced ; I mean he’s seriously gorgeous ! Not having a boyfriend of my own at the mo probably made it worse and I found myself daydreaming about Brian, wishing I was Claire. What made it worse was a sottish conversation we had when she told me that not only did he cause all the other things going for him but he also had a huge cock ! “ Honestly Stella, ” she said blushing and giggling “ He’s monolithic ! The first time I saw it I was division excited, part terrified, it’s like a babe’s arm holding an orange. I didn’t mean he’d ever get it in and when he did I didn’t want him to ever bring it out ! I could hardly walk the fall out morning, he goes on for time of day, he is unsatiable ! ”



well that was it. From daydreams of walking down the aisle with him to long nights of sempiternal onanism, eyes firmly closed and my fingers deep in my pussy imagining all the dirty things Brian and his vast cock would do to me. I even bought a new, supersized, Rampant hare which I nicknamed ‘ Brian’and spent infinite evenings with it bass inside me having orgasm after coming. He was all I could reckon about, I didn’t look at other men ( well, I did try. I let myself get picked up by a guy in a bar because I thought a good ass would shake my obsession but the guy just didn’t match up to my ambition of sex with Brian and I left his post disappointed and still horny )



As matron of pureness I was heavily involved in the planning and as the wedding ceremony day got closer and closer I spent More meter with Claire and Brian and I could differentiate that he was beginning to note me. To be honest he would let to be blind not to have noticed. Claire is tall and blonde with a slim boyish number whereas I’m the face-to-face. Short, night and curvy with a 34e tear that I make the most of. I could see him looking at my titmouse when he thought I wasn’t paying care but I’m so used to it that I can almost experience mortal’s eyes on me. This of line only made my obsession worse and although Claire is my best Quaker and I have known her all my life I was in no doubt that if the opportunity arose I was going to fuck her fianc & eacute ; into the midriff of adjacent hebdomad.



The workweek before the wedding Claire and I were in town shopping for lingerie for the big day. We had dejeuner, a few deglutition and bought loads of stuff so she called Brian and asked him to pick us up. Obviously, as the shops were still surface we just had to go into a few more a good deal to Brian’s annoyance. He perked up a bit when Claire suggested a mates more underwear shops and I couldn’t help noticing that in the showtime one he positioned himself so that he could see the changing room I was in. The next one we went into I made for certain that I was closest to the store English and Claire was all the way at the back with the assistant. Brian once more put himself so he could see my cubicle and his face was a moving picture when I pulled the curtain open enough for him to see me take off my top followed by my bra. His ever were glued to my titmouse and I could sense my nipples getting bigger and harder as he stared at them. Cupping my breast in my bridge player I lifted them up, offering them to him and then did something that has turned on every man I have ever known. I lifted my left boob gamy and sucked the swollen nipple deep into my oral fissure. Looking up I could see a wolfish grin on his brass and I was about to do the Saami to my other throbbing nipple when the help came into aspect. I hurriedly closed the curtain and dressed. Claire was chatting excitedly about her purchases as we made our way back to Brian’s car but I was hardly listening. All I could think of was the steamy wet flavour between my legs, my racing pulse and the lust in Brian’s centre when he was looking at my naked tits.



By unverbalized agreement Brian and I managed to ensure that we dropped Claire off maiden at her mothers house, Brain would then take me home base and then connect her. Parked away my flat the tension in the car was electric automobile. He turned to say something but I didn’t give him the chance, my mouth were glued to him and my clapper was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no prison term in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tit. I felt a push button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His digit found a hard pap and began to squeeze “ You really want it don’t you ? ” he muttered. I don’t know what would take in happened but his mobile went. It was Claire telling him to hurry up. With a wry smile he let me out of the car, whispering “ Maybe another time. ” as he gave my knocker a last grope.



I staggered into the flat and dropped my cup of tea onto the flooring, leaning back against the doorway my leg were like jelly. There was a roaring audio as the roue pounded in my head teacher. I felt dizzy and regurgitate and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his sassing, and smell his aftershave. I don’t know how long I stood there in my rapture & ndash ; second, minuets, hours, I don’t know & ndash ; but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the sleeping room pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knee breeches off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my charge card deputy Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my wooden leg obscenely wide and with two handwriting buried ‘ Brian’cryptic inside my dripping cunt.



As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost finger his breath on my face, experience his spirit beating against mine, palpate his skin getting slick with exertion as he fucked me. A second climax followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it’s highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together.



At some distributor point I must have turned off “ Brian ” and come down asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake land I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a trench sigh I got up and went to the lav, used the loo and thought about having a shower bath. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn’t want the retentivity to melt too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian’s cock soon or die in the attempt.



My mobile was lying on the floor along with well-nigh of the contents of my purse, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my supporter with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one calendar week to go and that she would see me again on Midweek for drinks along with her other conclusion acquaintance. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn’t ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends.



Quickly flicking through my contact I found the telephone number I was looking for. Wes was Brian’s best partner and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in capital of The Netherlands. He had told me that they would still be having a ‘ bit of a party’in the week before the hymeneals in Brian’s topical anaesthetic as “ It’s traditional, and anyway, any excuse ! ” I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looking and personality. If Brian was a ‘ 10’then Wes was an ‘ 8’going on for ‘ 9’and I felt surely that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make.



He answered after a mates of rings and after the common pleasantries I asked about Thursday Night. He said that it was going to be fairly hushed, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to fathom defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the adjacent day etc …



“ Anyway, have you got any expert ideas then ? ” he asked



“ How about a stripteaser ? ” I said



Wes laughed “ Oh he’d have sex that but Claire would go mad if she found out ! ”



“ She doesn’t have to find out. ” I said “ There are only a few of you, all skinny better half and I know that The George II ( Brian’s local ) has a minuscule function room upstairs, you could use that. ”



There was a quiet before he conceded that it was potential and that it would be a smashing surprise and that Brian would sleep with it. Then the obvious objection.



“ Where am I going to get a sprigger at such shortstop notice, it would have to be someone decent, not some desperate housewife toping up her keno money. ”



I then took the deep breathing spell I have ever taken before saying, as casually as I could



“ I’ll do it. ”



“ You ! ” he exploded. “ You’ll do it ? Really ? Come off it Stella, you don’t strip in your spare metre do you ? ”



“ No, but as it’s such a especial social function I would. I have always wanted to do it so for one dark only I’m offering you Stella the stripper. What do you say ? ”



There was silence again before he replied.



“ Well it would be fantastic but how do I know you will go through with it ? You might just be winding me up, if I arrange the way and get everyone in there and nothing happens I’m going to look a properly prat. ”



I thought he would say something like that and I had thought of a way to convince him I was unplayful. “ Where are you ? ” I asked.



“ At home. ”



“ Alone ? ”



“ Yes. ”



“ OK then, this should help to convince you I’m serious. ” I said. “ reach me a moment. ”



I pulled the belted ammunition of my gown loose and shrugged it off my shoulders. I folded my give arm under my tits so they were lifted up and my nipples were sticking out and using my phone I took a characterisation. In a instant I had sent Wes a crack of my plentiful booby proudly supported by my lose weight arm. In the flick I looked excited and wonton. If that didn’t convince him them nil would.



There was a pause then his exclamation



“ Fuckin blaze ! ! ! ”



“ Convinced now ? ” I said



“ Bloody infernal region Stella, your grievous aren’t you ? OK, I’ll set it up. What clock time are you going to get there ? ”



We had a Old World chat then about the details, me insisting that he kept it to just a few close champion and that he must be able to lock the threshold to halt alien from getting in and agreed that I’d be there at 2100 for my one-off performance before hanging up. I was in the kitchen getting another glass of vino when I heard the bleep that told me that I had a message on my headphone. Picking it up I saw that it was from Wes.I opened it and read the content ‘ take care what you have done to me.’along with an attachment. I opened it and was greeted by the sight of an vertical cock ! Not just a cock though but a bloody big one !



I thought about what I should wear and decided against fancy frock as being too complicated and instead took myself off to Primark and bought a pair of lace topped fishnet stickup stockings, a bright red bra and matching lash, a tight inadequate pleated annulus and a white blouse that I could tie under my boobs and a schooling tie. A sort of St Trinnians look. When I got home that Night I tried them on. The undies were slightly too humble which meant that my boobs were pushed up even Sir Thomas More than usual and the color of my bra, as I hoped, was visible through the blouse. The skirt didn't traverse the acme of the stockings and almost showed my knickerbockers when I walked. I tied my hair's-breadth in two bunches, put on some dark eye makeup and painted my nails a burnished red to match the undies. draw of red lipstick completed the spirit - a very slutty look ! I had spent & British pound ; 20 but to be honest I looked cheaper than that which was exactly what I was aiming for. I thought I’d better have some medicine so ‘ I want your sex’by George III Michael seemed blatant enough. I played it on my phone as I practiced some'stripper'moves in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my outfit until I was naked - and wet !



Falling back onto my bed I fumbled in my draw for'Brian'my own'Brian'and as I watched myself in the wardrobe mirror inching the big toy up my hot wet hole I thought how good the real Brian was going to feel. The succeeding few night followed the same pattern, a practice of my cartoon strip routine followed by a long slow sitting with my sex toys as I dreamt of the real Brian abusing my body.



Wednesday night with Claire was difficult, it was hard to look her in the eye when I intended to give her fianc & eacute ; s big cock in me the following night. She must consume told a few others about his size because there were pile of ribald comments about her ‘ not walking straight after her wedding night’and she confided in me, after her third bottle of prosecco, that Brian had been ‘ totally rearing since Saturday, he wants it all the time’. She thought it was because she had been buying aphrodisiacal lingerie but I thought it was more because he’d had a soundly feel and feel of my tits and was hoping for More …



I didn’t drink in too a good deal on Wednesday night and after a fitful night’s sleep I woke up nervous and excited at what was to come. I could barely concentrate at employment and blamed a non-existent holdover and left too soon. I had a luxurious soak in a heavily scented bath and shaved everything below my eyebrows until it was baby smooth. I tried not to touch myself, I really tried but rubbing application into my leg and then polish pussy was too much for me and the blue-blooded tactual sensation was enough to bring me to a shattering coming. I really should take been scared and nervous but I’m naturally surefooted and the turmoil far outweighed the nerves. I was really thinking about Brian but obviously I was intending to have sex with him while five or six of his booster watched. That would be something new ( I have never even had a trine before ) and if I’m honest it just excited me more !



As arranged, Wes came to clean me up at 1900 and we shared a taxi to the pub. We managed to slip me in the hind entrance and I went up the pocket-size function room, changing in the diminished kitchen region out of hatful. It wasn’t a big room but had a small stage about 2 feet high up at one end. A prominent pile of old drape lay neatly folded at one end as evidence of its use for amateur dramatics at some point in the yesteryear. Wes came to check on me ( probably to hit indisputable that I hadn’t done a runner ) and brought me a feeding bottle of wine. I drank about half of it as we chatted, his oculus out on husk at my outfit never leaving my tits and legs. We had been texting back and Forth since he agreed to aid me and had a nice way with quarrel making me laugh all the time. Now I’d had the hazard to spend some time chatting I realised that he was pretty good looking too and when he leaned in for what he thought would be a candy kiss on the buttock he got a good blown tongue down his throat snog for his trouble !



Wes went to bring in Brian and the guy cable and I placed a chair on the leg with the others facing. The other four were the doorkeeper at the wedding party, close down booster that were either married or had girlfriends. They had been told there was a stripper but not who it was and had agreed to give Wes their Mobile to avoid any temptation to take aim pictures. This was to be our secret, it was in no one’s sake to have the level come out at any metre. The programme was to throw them sit down and then I’d come on & ndash ; after Wes had locked the door !



I heard them fall in, raft of laughing and the phone of bottle clinking together. I peeked out and there was Brian looking as gorgeous as ever along with Wes and four others that I knew by tidy sum. Perfect !



Once they were sitting down Wes started the medicine and I flung open the room access and strutted out onto the microscope stage to a corporate pant and roar of blessing. The tone on Brian’s face was a picture, talk about the cat that got the pick, he clearly had an idea what was about to happen. I shimmied up and down the stage shaking my breast around before stopping in social movement of Brian and pointing to him. I crooked my digit and he got onto the stage whereupon I pushed him down onto the chair. I danced around him for a second before kneeling in front of him and slowly taking off my tie, making for sure he got a good tone at the huge cleavage the too lowly bra gave my 34e bust. Getting to my feet I went behind him and with a thrive tied his two articulatio radiocarpea together. Now I’m sure that you will give seen a ecdysiast at some power point and I’m sure that she was better than I was ….but I did my ripe and I’m pretty for certain that by the time I was down to my bra and pantie there wasn’t a soft cock in the house. The bra came off with a thrive and I made enceinte show of tweaking and then sucking my throbbing teat. Now lying on the floor with my legs spread all-encompassing the panties were pulled and stroked in every direction before I simply ripped the sides and pulled them off before throwing them at Brian. Cue thunderous applause which continued as I spread the lips of my purulent wide and sneak in one, then two and finally three finger oceanic abyss into my sopping wet hole.



I got up and sat on Brian’s lap and rubbed my body all over him, fed my nipples into his mouth, smothered his typeface with my tits and made him draw the pussy juice off my finger's breadth. As I was giving him a deep sexy kiss I undid his smash and pulled down his zip. Hauling him to his animal foot I pulled his jeans and boxers down and helped him quetch off his horseshoe … and that’s when I saw it. Well, it almost had my eye out to be honest ! Claire hadn’t been wrong, he was BIG ! I sank to my knees and wrapped both custody around the shaft, marveling at how deep and grueling he was before greedily sucking as much into my mouth as I could. God it was amazing. I have been sucking hammer for a farsighted prison term but nothing like this. I could feel my pulse racing and I’m sure my slit was dripping onto the floor I was that excited. I wanked and sucked him for what seemed ages, my jaw was aching and my articulatio genus were sore, before I started to feel him tense as if he was going to cum. Not wanting to waste it I reached around and untied his paw before pulling him down … it was a blur really but I got him on his back and swung my leg over him so that his vast pommel was pushing against my puss. I almost fainted as I sank down onto his mighty shaft. My hands were on his chest and his were on my nipple as I squirmed and pushed to get it all inside me … and I did it … and the squirming and pushing was enough to trigger the coming of all climax in me … if I thought that my charge plate ‘ Brian’was near then the real thing was 100 clock time better … I swear I must have fainted as the future thing I knew Brian was driving his monster putz up into me and I had a paw on two other cocks.



I must allow in that I hadn’t really given much thought to the ‘ audience & rsquo ;, my direction had been on Brian. I had obviously heard them encouraging my strip and cheering as things came off but that they would require to get together in hadn’t really crossed my mind. I thought that I could hope Wes to keep them in hitch but that whimsey faded when a magnanimous hammer was pressed against my rim and I saw that it belonged to a grinning Wes. With the state of affairs pretty lots out of my control I waited for Brian to fill me with nerve and wanked and sucked like a professional. The two in my men came all over my mammilla and were replaced by two more. Wes finally filled my mouth with his salty touchwood and then at long final Brian exploded in me triggering off another titanic orgasm as the remaining cocks sprayed all over me. I was lifted off Brian and placed on the voltaic pile of curtains on my cover, I could palpate Brian’s thick spunk leaking out of me before one of the other guys ( Pete ? ) gap my legs wide and drove his peter hard into me. I looked over his shoulder joint and saw Wes looking concerned but I just nodded, smiled and wrapped my legs around Pete and let him be intimate me ….truth be told after Brian’s monster I couldn’t experience Pete that much but he seemed to relish himself mauling my tits and fucking me at a angered footstep until he pulled out and wanked another load over my mamilla. As soon as he moved off me another took his spot and the four of them all fucked me before Wes turned me onto my genu and fucked me doggy with his bad than average cock as I sucked Brian. After we all came to a final shuddering climax it was time to clean house up and get out before anyone managed to work out what had been going on. I stuffed my striptease artist apparel into a bag as the lads tidied themselves up and went back down to the bar. Amusingly, they all said ‘ thank you’as they left ! Brian gave me a big kiss and muttered ‘ See you at the wedding.’As he left. Wes kept asking if I was ok, but I assured him that I was. I may not have set out to be fucked by them all but it was always a hypothesis and I had certainly enjoyed it. I was just overwhelmingly tired so got him to put me in a taxicab. Home in my own bed I didn’t pain in the ass to shower, I collapsed and slept for 12 hours.



In the morning I was a footling sore and corpse but my fingers quickly brought me to a tonic orgasm as I replayed the events of the night before in my head. In fact all I could think of all day was what had happened, I was constantly aroused and on the edge of coming, the simple ghost had me cumming again and again. Wes called me and asked if I was ok, did I desire to go for a drink, repast, whatever but I was happy on my own. Claire and the other miss called too but I just said that I wanted a calm night in and that I would see them as arranged for make-up, hair and dressing on Sabbatum aurora as arranged before we went to the church. After another 12hrs eternal rest ( how orgasms exhaust you ! ) it was wedding day. The day that Brian married my best friend. Brian that I had sucked and fucked before his friends gangbanged me. God I was bad, such a slut, how could I ever look Claire in the eye again ? Quite easily as it happened. The wedding ceremony was at a local church building and it gave me a thrill to digest on the alter with Brian and Wes and look at the four James Usher and think what the rest of the congregation would say if they knew what we had been up to on Thursday dark. There were a lot of knowing smile and by the sentence the bride and stableman had exchanged their vows & ndash ; vows that I was pretty certain Brian had no aim of keeping & ndash ; the expensive scrap of silk and lace between my legs was pretty soggy !



The reception was at a very swish hotel after an exquisite meal and lots of champagne the speeches were over and it was time for the traditional start dance. Brian and Claire looked the perfective tense couple as they slowly waltzed around the elbow room and after a racing circuit Wes and I, as best man and matron of laurels, also took to the floor inviting the rest period of the bridesmaid and ushers to join us. There was some swapping of collaborator and I was suddenly dancing with a smiling Brian. A casual onlooker would have thought he was complimenting me on my garb or talking about the day but he was a bit more personal than that. What he actually said was



“ Think of Thursday as the first off time I fucked you Stella, there are going to be a lot more than times when I get back from the honeymoon. I loved your big tits and shaved twat. I’ll be fucking Claire tonight but it’s you I’ll be mentation of when I do. ”



And with that he let me go and cut in to trip the light fantastic with one of his aunt, cool as you like.



I spent most of the reception with Wes close by and I had to hold that if I couldn’t have Brian then he was a pretty honorable arcsecond alternative and I was falling into serious ‘ like’with him. It was pretty obvious that at the end of the Night we would only be using one of our rooms and it was in my room, the one next to Brian and Claire’s that he stripped me down to my stockings and brace before pushing me back onto the bed and getting his lips and natural language onto my soaking wet pussy. His mouth was working its magic and I was twisting and pulling my nipples and getting close to orgasm when we were stopped in our tracks by the unmistakable sound of Claire moaning in ecstasy and a calm thump clunk thump as Brian pounded Claire into the mattress. We both collapsed into a fit of giggles and only stopped when Wes slid his cock into me and began to match Brian stroke for stroke !



By the clock time Brian and Claire had returned from their month long honeymoon ( told you he was loaded ) Wes had just about moved in with me. They arrived home on the Sat and called Wes on the Sunday. I listened to them chatting for a while then went and made a coffee berry. As I was doing so Wes came in, looking a bit hesitating. I asked him what was wrong and he said that Brian had asked if he could come around on Thursday. I started to say something and he cut in with

“ No Stella, it’s you he wants to see. He told me what he said to you at the wedding and he meant it. I told him that you and I were an item now and he still said I should ask you. Do you desire to see him again ? You know what he wants. ”



I was a bit shock I supposition and didn’t know what to say, I really did want Brian’s big pecker again but I also didn’t want to diss Wes. Darling Wes made my mind up for me by saying



“ look Stella, I know Brian. He will be all over you like a rash for a few months and then he’ll proceed on to individual else. That’s just the way he is. I, however, will be here for as long as you will consume me. ”



Darling Wes had just told me that he loved me.



So I said “ Are you saying we should get some fun with Brian while it lasts then ? You don’t psyche ? And when it’s over there will just be us two again ? ”



He smiled and nodded “ Yes I am. If that’s what you want. ”



“ Well in that case yes to you being here for a recollective time and yes to Brian coming over on Th night. Just ask him what time and what he’s going to secern Claire. ”



With the obvious self-justification that Brian and Wes were going out for a few drinkable Brian was at my flat for 1900. I dressed in my ‘ stripper’gear again ( minus the undies ) and he was Ball trench in me by 1915 ! If I thought the stag party was good then having them die me between them on my courteous comfortable bed was ten clip better, I have never been so well fucked !



About 2200 he was getting dressed and was almost ready to leave and Wes, cheekily asked him about the sex on his honeymoon, did he make Claire spread her legs like a good wife every Nox ? He laughed and said that he had been pretty demanding, including demanding that she shave her pussy, something she had never done before. He said he’d offered to pay for a blunder job but that she wasn’t keen. He then looked at me before saying



“ One affair I did get out of her though was her secret intimate fantasy. She’s never had sex with a charwoman but would really love to. The womanhood she fantasises about Stella, is you. reckon about it. We could all have a lot of fun. ”



And with that he turned and left with Wes and I looking at each other opened mouthed. So what happened next ? That’s a tale for another day …..