I only knew Rachel as a friendly neighbor who lived a few houses over from where my family and I lived in a North Dallas suburban community. Every now and then, we’d run into each other either at the neighborhood market or the 7/11, or we’d pass one another when one of us would be out walking the family dog.
Rachel’s husband was a contractor and their son, Eric was a grade behind our son in high school. I always admired Rachel from afar, as she had a knockout of a body and she sure didn’t mind folks knowing about it, always sporting some type wonderful eye-appealing spandex outfit or designer jeans that showed off her svelte figure.
She loved Halloween, and she could always be counted upon to make a showing during Halloween, accompanying the younger kids she had through the neighborhood. Seeing her was always a highlight. But this year, for some odd reason, she didn’t make her usual Halloween trek through the neighborhood.
As Halloween passed, I didn’t give much thought about Rachel, although I would be remiss to say she was not far from my thought processes.
Then one chilly morning, as I was driving down the street on my way to work, I saw Rachel out walking her overgrown German Shephard. I slowed down, rolled down my window and shouted a greeting.
“Hi, sexy,” I proffered.
Rachel looked in my direction.
“Hey,” she cheerily replied. “What are you up to?”
“On my way to work,” I replied. “How are things in your house?”
“They’re good,” Rachel replied, hand-brushing back a lock of her thick black hair.
I noted that I didn’t see her out at Halloween.
“I’m getting old,” Rachel replied.
I laughed. Rachel wasn’t probably a day past thirty-something. I asked about Eric and she said he was “growing up too fast.” I agreed. She asked about my wife and I and our son.
“Still married, by the luck of God,” I replied.
“Good for you,” Rachel replied.
I asked about Jim, Rachel’s husband.
“We split up,” Rachel replied.
I quickly apologized.
“It was mutually agreed upon,” Rachel replied. “I needed some freedom and he did as well. It’s better for the both of us.”
“How is Eric taking it?” I asked.
“He’s fine with it. He splits time between us,” Rachel replied.
Rachel bit down on her lower lip as an awkward pause fell upon our conversation.
“I’m having a party in a couple of weeks. Eric will be gone to spend the weekend with his dad. Would you like to come by?” Rachel pressed.
“Let me check with the wife,” I said.
“It’s a bachelor party for a friend of mine,” Rachel intoned. “It’s just a party for guys.”
I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. I nervously asked if Shamu, her dog’s name, would be in attendance, trying to deflect from my embarrassment. Rachel looked down at Shamu and smiled.
“I may have to find a kennel,” Rachel replied. “Shamu doesn’t handle wild parties very well.”
“So, do I need to bring anything?” I asked.
“No,” Rachel replied. “Just come and leave your inhibitions at the door.”
My mind was swirling at this point. I had no idea what to expect or even if I could come up with an excuse to be absent from family responsibilities for an entire Saturday evening. I decided to call my wife’s best friend, Jennifer and asked her for a favor.
“I need a few hours to do some Christmas shopping,” I said. Jennifer readily agreed to ensure she and my lovely of fifteen years spent the entire evening together.
As soon as they left the house on Party Day, I headed over to Rachel’s. The street in front of her house was lined with cars. I anxiously knocked on the front door. Rachel answered the door, dressed in a very sexy outfit which included a form-fitting shirt with a plunging neckline that showed off a lot of cleavage.
“Hey!” she cheerily called out as she opened the front door.
She grabbed my hand and quickly pulled me into the house, closing the door behind me, a strong odiferous smell of incense filling my nostrils. The interior lights of the foyer were dimmed, and I could hear a soft jazz sound coming from the living room that mingled with the soft talk and chatter of early arrivals.
“Listen,” Rachel proffered as she leaned in close to me. “The party entry fee is a hundred dollars, but you’re my special guest, so if anyone asks or says anything to you, you’ve already settled up with me. Understand?”
“A hundred dollars?”
“Top-shelf liquor and entertainment,” Rachel replied, as she looped an arm under mine and led me into the living room, which was already packed full of party people, none of whom I recognized and all of whom looked like middle-aged professional business types in their suits and button-down shirts. The couch and seats were arranged around the room, with a snack bar off to one side, and a small stage, centered in the room, with a gold pole mounted on the stage that was bolted to the ceiling. The room looked more like a strip club than a private residence.
Rachel moved me to the snack table, where she handed me a small plate.
“The food is free,” Rachel said, “and so is the liquor.”
The table had all types of party snacks on it. At the very end of the table was a bowl with condoms in it.
I looked at Rachel after surveying the bowl. She smiled and proffered a wink.
“That’s for the after-party folks who want to have a little extra fun.”
Rachel quickly guided me into the kitchen. Four very young ladies stood in the kitchen, attired in very sexy cocktail-type of attire. They all looked in our direction as we entered the kitchen. Rachel quickly introduced me to each of her guests and then she quickly pronounced, “He’s my special guest, so y’all be really nice to him.”
“So, let’s party,” Rachel said, guiding me back to the snack table. I looked at the bowl full of condoms.
“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, sensing my nervousness.
“Yeah,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth.
“Relax,” Rachel said, as she guided me to a chair. “I’ll fix you a plate. You just sit here and enjoy yourself.”
One of the young lasses from the kitchen made her way over to where I was seated and draped herself on to the arm of the overstuffed chair, her dress riding high on her bare legs.
“So, tell me what you do,” she pressed as I tried to assess things.
I told her I was a neighbor to Rachel and that I was a professional business-to-business consultant.
“That’s so cool,” she replied, shifting herself on the chair arm, giving me a great glimpse right up her lovely thighs to her pink panty-covered hoochie-cookie. I snapped a quick glimpse and then quickly looked across the room.
“I’m a business major,” she replied, with a smile.
“So, what do you plan to do when you get out of college?” I nervously asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Right now, I’m having too much fun in college.”
“Boyfriend?” I pressed.
“No,” she replied.
“Girlfriend?” I countered.
“Oh God, no,” she quickly replied, pausing and then quickly adding, “But I never say never to anything. You’re married,” she noted, looking down at my wedding band.
“Yes,” I replied.
“And while your wife is out and about, you’ve come to play, I see,” said the party hostess.
Suddenly, everything starting falling into place. This was more than just a bachelor party.
“I don’t know,” I awkwardly replied. “It’s early and I haven’t decided.”
My hostess looped a finger into an open space between the buttons on my shirt and gently pulled on my shirt.
“Well,” she said softly, proffering a very pronounced wink, “whenever you are ready, I’m ready.”
And with that, she stood up and readjusted her very short skirt right in front of me. She bit down on her lower lip and reminded me that her name was “Elizabeth.”
“So, do I call you ‘Liz’ or ‘Beth’? I asked.
“Either one,” she answered. “I’m not partial to either one. Just hit me up when you’re ready to play.”
My eyes were glued to her very cute ass as she sauntered off and disappeared back to the kitchen. Damn. I was doomed.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Rachel.
“Are you having fun?” Rachel asked.
“Yes,” I dutifully replied.
One of the other hostesses had made her way out to the living room and was chatting with two guys near the snack table. Another hostess was chatting with a group of guys on the far side of the room, one of whom had quickly attached himself to her with his arm around her waist. Another hostess had several guys tied up in a conversation several feet away from where I was seated.
Rachel leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and resting her hands on my chest. She used a remote control to change the setting of the room lights, lowering them to darken the room while changing the music at the same time. One of the hostesses took the cue and took to the stage in the center of the room, where she started sexually gyrating to the beat of the music while holding on to the stripper pole. All eyes in the room focused on the show playing out in front of us. Rachel repositioned herself beside me, taking up a seat on the arm of the overstuffed chair in which I was stationed.
“Take it off!” someone shouted from the back of the room.
The hostess quickly stripped out of her cocktail dress and down to her black brassiere and a black t-back. Two guys quickly started stuffing dollar bills into her t-back while others started tossing five and ten-dollar bills onto the stage, as the young girl continued to gyrate to the music, sexually teasing everyone by dropping her bra straps down her chiseled arms and sensually readjusting her t-back several times.
She unfastened her bra strap and held her bra in place, over her boobs, while several guys begged her to take off. She looked over at Rachel, and after proffering a wink, she tossed aside her bra to the cheers of the group, as dollar bills rained down on her.
“Y’all need to pony up a little more to see it all,” she proffered, as she lowered her t-back, giving everyone in the room a sneak-peek at her bare nakedness. Rachel silently walked around the room with a wicker basket in hand, collecting twenty-dollar bills as our hostess continued her sexual tease from the stage. I started to fish into my billfold, but Rachel passed by me, proffering a wink and nodding her head back and forth.
The hostess on the stage was now completely naked, and several guys stepped forward to get an up-close, personal dance, tossing five and ten-dollar bills on to the stage.
Another one of the party hostesses joined the first stripper on the stage, and within seconds, she too was completely naked, as more dollar bills rained down on the duo of naked lovelies. Someone placed a throw rug by the stage and both girls ended up on it, suggestively gyrating their bodies against each other, as a third girl stood over them, emptying out two bottles of baby oil onto the two strippers.
One of the strippers knee-crawled over to one of the guys sitting in a chair, and she promptly proceeded to pull the guy’s cock out of his pants in full view of everyone and go down on him. I looked at Rachel and she simply placed a lone finger over her pursed lips, while standing off to the side, holding on to the wicker basket stuffed full of money.
The third hostess was now totally naked and being soaked in baby oil by a fourth stripper. What had started out as a simple stripper show was quickly turning into a full-blown orgy of sorts.
Rachel silently extended her hand in my direction. She silently guided me, her arm under my arm, into the master bedroom. She closed the door behind us and asked if I was “okay.”
Before I could even answer, I found myself pressing my lips to hers, our tongues becoming deeply entangled. Rachel dropped to her knees right in front of me and within seconds, she had my manhood in her hand and was working her fingers around my tool, squeezing it tightly.
“You’re huge,” she noted, before slipping the head of my tool into her open orifice.
I had secretly fantasized about Rachel, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think we’d actually hook up. She positioned me onto her bed on my back and proceeded to strip me. She then stripped out of her party outfit, as I patiently watched from the bed. Rachel has a great body, which was height-to-weight proportional and well-toned. Her nipples stood erect on top of her man-made globes. She had a small, closely cropped thin landing strip of pubic hair that led to her glory spot.
Rachel oozed sex appeal and she certainly didn’t disappoint when it came to being passionate. We both engaged in some very prolonged oral pleasuring and then she asked if she could be on top. I had no issues with her being on top.
On my God! Rachel settled onto my lap, pushing my cock deep into her swollen, warm and very moist pussy. As she ground her hips in a circular fashion, we locked hands and I closed my eyes, as she worked herself into the first of many cataclysmic orgasms, her pussy clamping down on my tool. How I managed to hold out, I’ll never know.
When she collapsed on to my chest, shivering and trembling, her head coming to rest in the crook of my clavicle, I knew we had something special going. I flipped her onto her back and drilled my cock deep into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around me, taking every push of my cock like a champion. Her huge brown eyes widened, and she dug her manicured nails into my back as she gasped for air, another orgasm rolling through her.
“Roll over,” I instructed.
“Not in my ass,” she pleaded.
“I won’t,” I replied. “But I want to fuck you, doggie style, like the dog that I am.”
“You’re no dog,” Rachel shot back, as she flipped onto her back and pulled her knees up under herself to reposition for my rear-end entry. I had only convinced one other sex partner to allow me to fuck her from behind, and I always enjoyed to butt-fuck.
I pushed my nine-inch steel rod straight into her steaming hot pussy while holding on to her bare hips. Suddenly, she flooded the both of us with a gusher of fluid, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It dripped down her inner thigh and onto the sheets. She pounded the bed with white-knuckled, clenched fists, screaming “Oh! My! God!” over and over as I dug in my fingertips, her pussy clamping down on my tool.
My balls tightened up and I shot my load deep inside of her as she breathlessly screamed, “Fuck me! Give it to me! Harder!” between her guttural sounds of pure sexual excitement.
My cum streamed out of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh, joining the already soaked bedsheets.
I collapsed to her side, my glistening cock still erect and covered in a mix of cum and her juices. Rachel finished me off, orally, making sure I had given up everything I could possibly surrender.
I have no idea how long we lay there, totally spent and physically exhausted. Rachel eventually staggered into the master bath and returned with a moistened hot towel, which she used to clean me up.
“You are too damn sexy,” I told her as she wiped my tool clean and planted a light kiss on the tip end of it.
“You’re pretty damn sexy yourself,” Rachel replied.
I slipped back into my underwear and my jeans as Rachel slipped on a satin robe and tied it at the waist. We both wandered back into the living room to check on the party. Two of the strippers lay completely naked and passed out on the floor, beside a completely butt ass naked guy, who was also passed out. One of the bedroom doors was closed and we could hear some serious fucking still going on. Rachel banged on the door with her hand.
“Hold it down in there!” Rachel instructed, as she grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen. A half-empty bottle of rum sat on the countertop. Rachel picked it up and took a quick swig from the bottle, and then she proceeded to pull me into a liquor-infused and deeply passionate kiss. I slipped my hand into the part of her robe and onto her soft and supple breast.
Her eyes widened, as she reached down and felt the bulge in my crotch starting to expand.
“Damn,” she whispered. “You’re a fucking stud.”
“You make me that way,” I replied, pulling on the cord that held her satin robe tied shut, allowing it to open. Rachel was passionately uninhibited.
The party at Rachel’s was unbelievable and a holiday party to top holiday parties. I didn’t want to leave, but a phone call from the wife alerted me to her impending arrival.
A few days later, I ran into Rachel at the local drug store. She had a cart full of soft drinks, paper plates, nuts and an assortment of snacks.
“It looks like you’re having another party,” I commented, walking up behind her. Rachel turned and smiled when she saw me.
“Yeah, sort of,” she replied.
“Do you want to come?” she asked.
“Is that a metaphorical question or simply a pun for an invite?” I asked.
Rachel laughed.
“I don’t normally do what we did at the last party,” she said, “but I simply lost it.”
“You won’t hear me complaining,” I replied, stepping up closer to where she stood behind her shopping cart. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating.
“It’s at seven,” Rachel replied softly.
“I may stop by,” I replied, “but I don’t know how long I can stay.”
Rachel proffered a quick wink and said, “I’m sure any amount of time you can manage to give up will pay you dividends.”
I had to agree. That first party has been crazy fun and I wondered if it could ever be topped. I was not about to miss a re-invite.
