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CHAPTER 63: THE BACHELORETTE PARTY

After the special cum drink was fully consumed from my pussy, Sharon and John left for the drive home, Harry and Juli returned to their home next door, and we took the island group, which would now include Mom, to the airport for their return; it was left now for Helen, Tim, and me to settle into a new reality of life. Mom was now gone from our everyday existence and that reality was sinking into us for real. Sure, the wedding was still a week off, but her week was now being spent on the island, at the estate, making final plans and taking care of final details. Even though she had spent a week at a time coming up to this point at the estate, first determining if what she and Carlos felt and desired was real and lasting, then making plans and commitments to each other and their futures.

Tim and I knew who Carlos the man was. We always knew he did. How else does one allow herself to be controlled by a man if not for that? Or, and perhaps more telling, how does one allow his wife to be controlled by another man if not for that knowledge and trust. However, it was reinforced in their emerging relationship. Carlos is a man of immense wealth and power in the business world, he has companies on multiple continents, he is on the board of directors of several equally large corporations, and his name and success appears on many lists of business examples of how-it-is-done. It has been, therefore, a unique relationship that we have shared with him. Tim works for him, but his success and skill has allowed that connection to be a non-element in our personal relationship.

When Mom approached him, however, that they needed a prenuptial agreement to protect his wealth, he nearly became concerned and confused. She insisted that her interest in him, her desire to be his wife, partner, and full-time lover had nothing to do with money and she didn’t wanted that to ever be an issue between them. Being with him for the rest of her life was all she would ever need in life. He gave her the due consideration to talk it through and reason both sides of the issue and perspectives, including the legal aspects from his financial advisors. But, in the end, his feelings were different. In the end, he argued that he was as equally sure and confident in her as she was in him and that confidence needed to be exhibited in full and complete trust in their life-long commitment to each other. This was the Carlos that Tim and I knew; he was deeply and fully committed to those he brought close to him. Now, Mom was at the top of that short list of people.

Mom, though, proved herself in the same manner. Unknown to Carlos, she met with our lawyers in Phoenix. She devised a legal declaration duly witnessed by the partner, notarized, and filed. The document was simple (for lawyers, anyway) and short. It simply declared that if her marriage with Carlos Rodriguez should end, for any reason, while they both lived, she desired nothing in settlement. We learned later that after it was sealed and done, the attorney looked at her with an issue still on his mind. If she truly intended this to be binding, it being held by her attorney wouldn’t do it, she could have it destroyed at any time. She didn’t hesitate in her decision or commitment and she instructed them to send the document to Carlos’ attorneys with the understanding that this was to remain confidential and only opened in the case of the marriage failing. This was the Mom that Tim and I knew; she was equally committed to those she brought close to her and now Carlos was right there at the top of her list.

That was how that night was spent for us. A night spent remembering times together and expressions of hopes for the future. We were quiet, pensive, and still joyful about Mom’s choice and future. This was not the night for exchanges of sexual experiences over the past days or with each other. In fact, when it was time to call it a night, we cleaned up the wine glasses and bottle, and made our way to the bedroom. Oddly, we were all still dressed in the clothes we wore to take them to the airport. That fact wasn’t an indication of a dramatic change in our lifestyle, merely a reflection on our needs to reflect on the reality of our lives going forward and the real possibility that more changes could always happen. I think Helen for the first time understood what that really meant from her perspective. She was utterly and completely happy in every way she could consider to be a part of our intimate family. Although she didn’t see how it could happen now, she did see that her constantly evolving life could take her any number of positive and healthy directions in the future.

It was a satisfying night spent together, all of us expressing our feelings, both joyfully and sadly about Mom and our family structure here. But we found ourselves coming together as a new unit with understanding and new intimacy, an intimacy not born from sex, but love and caring. When we were undressed, Tim was placed between us with him spooned into Helen and me into him. Suddenly, the family bed became a little bigger than it had been.

The next morning, though, started out with a new attitude and commitment. I awake to the alarm but was on the wrong side of Tim. It wasn’t turned off and I wished Helen would do so until I sensed a scramble of movement through the bedroom. Helen was already up, and literally ran around the bed to turn off the alarm and settled on the edge to kiss Tim over his face until he gave up and pulled her on top of him. We all laughed at the playfulness of her approach to getting us up. Mornings were already different. But, she was naked and the smells coming from outside the bedroom indicated that not everything was different this morning. I took Helen’s hand and we went to the kitchen, allowing Tim to get himself going in his routine.

Helen is not the morning person. In fact, of all of us, she was always the least morning person. But, here she was with coffee ready and a simple breakfast being prepared. When Tim came to the kitchen and we settled at the table to join him and lightly banter about the day ahead, I don’t think any of us expected that she would continue this. What was significant was the effort and desire now that Mom was gone.

The old routines weren’t changed, though. They were older than Mom’s presence in the family. Tim was waved off to work by naked females from the front drive and he fully expected that he would be greeted at the end of the workday by sexily clad, nearly naked females and nothing about this changed our intention of the same thing. I turned my sister into my arms and I hugged her deeply and tightly. There was a lot of feeling being expressed, but no words. Words weren’t necessary, it was now us in this crazy lifestyle and the heartfelt hug was all that was needed to express that.

It occurred to us, though, that without any other dogs in the kennel for training or boarding, the next days would be light, free, and more relaxing. Speaking just for myself, I could use that. Mom took Jackson with them back to the island, which left just our dogs, Cody and Kaycee. Another reminder of routines stronger than those involved, we had our normal run around the property, the two dogs playfully following with intermittent diversions for a chase after a rabbit or flushed quail. After being released by our canine mates and still in the ebbing throes of our orgasms, we mused about our weekends. The things the men had me doing and did to me enthralled her, but I was interested in what she had experienced. She convinced me, though, that I share with her now and when Tim returned we could both hear about the other weekend party, the similar party in Mom’s honor. I was anxious to hear about it; largely because it was the weekend I had planned to attend, the weekend I had wanted to be a part of.

Instead of hearing about that, we spent the day casually, but excitedly at times, discussing the weekend in Carlos’ honor, the weekend that I lived. We talked and talked … we loved and loved … each other and our canine mates.

That night, though, was different. We were ready for Tim, as usual and as our routine. The two of us had combined our efforts in an impressive dinner, a combination of Helen’s fitness generated recipes and my homegrown recipes from Mom. We were also dressed identically for Tim tonight, mid-thigh shear, white negligees, white stay-up stockings, and high heels. Our outfits not only confirmed our dedication and comfort in the routine we enjoyed in giving Tim and ourselves, but also reflected the arousal we all had in anticipation of tonight’s sharing about the weekend the women shared.

All through dinner and then afterwards, skipping completely the mundane task of cleaning up, Tim and I listened as Helen took us through their weekend of wild fun or, at least that’s what they thought they were doing. On reflection, though, after hearing about what the guys got into, she decided they had fun, but not nearly so wild.

The limousine had barely driven away from the house and the women were into the champagne that was a part of the service. They had just turned onto the County Road from the dirt road leading to our and Juli’s homes when Sharon, with a devilish smile and sneaking peeks for reassurance from the others, opened her carry-on bag and took out a nicely wrapped small package and handed it to Helen. Helen expressed her confusion as she looked at the package being extended to her.

“This weekend is for mom. Why am I the only one getting something?”

Sharon was looking to the others for reinforcement. Apparently, they were all in on something they had kept from her. Marie spoke up, “Because your slutty sister isn’t here. You were nominated to fill in for her, right?”

Helen had a moment of concern, but these were all women who truly cared about her so how bad could it be? She reasoned that three of the four other women were a generation older than her … and, they really did care about her, didn’t they?

The package was no more than four inches square and there seemed to two objects inside as she shook it. She looked around the car at the other women and they were all very anxious for her to open it. She shrugged with a questioning look at Barb, pulled the wrapping off the box, and opened it. Inside was a plastic egg about three inches long and oblong. Also inside was a small remote. She picked up the remote, switched the ‘on’ switch and the egg started vibrating. She saw a control and saw it was set for ‘high’ as it rattled in the box. She reduced the setting to ‘low’ and it changed to a steady hum.

She looked aghast at the women. “You think I am putting that …” she looked to the front, toward the driver who was behind a darkened, closed window and finished with a whisper, “that inside me?”

Sharon was the ringleader, apparently, and Marie was encouraging her. Sharon responded, “Yes, we do. You’re ours this weekend, sweetie. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure that whatever we have in mind for you is nothing like what the men have planned for your sister. And, don’t worry about the driver, he can’t hear or see anything back here.”

Marie added, “You were a good girl and didn’t wear underwear as instructed, right?”

Helen saw where all this going now, “You mean I’m the only one without underwear?” She looked around at the women one more time, but they were just watching, smiling at her. Yes, they were expecting her to and they were waiting and less patiently as the moments ticked by. She shrugged her shoulders, pulled her dress up to her waist, spread her legs, and slipped the egg into her moistening pussy being careful to have the attached small chain with a ring on the end protruding from her lips. She saw Mom’s hand reach out to her, palm up. Helen hesitated but put the small remote in the out stretched hand. It was immediately increased to ‘med’ and Helen sighed in reaction.

At the Phoenix Sky Harbor airport, they were delivered to the ticketing level of Terminal 4 where the driver removed their luggage from the trunk. The driver kept looking at Helen and she noticed. She went to Sharon, the other women nearby, “Are you sure he couldn’t see anything?”

She turned to the driver who was returning to the driver’s door, he smiled and waved. “Well, I didn’t THINK he could.”

Helen rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Great, I just flashed my pussy to a complete stranger and with my luck he will be our driver when we return …”

The women smiled and ushered her into the terminal for their one-hour long Southwest flight to Las Vegas. Even though they were only being in Vegas for two nights, they had a lot of variety in their clothes. Two nights of dressing up, swimsuits, casual wear, and several types of shoes each. Given Southwest’s liberal policy on baggage, they all decided to check their bags and just have light carry-on for the flight. As they approached the TSA screening, Helen was looking up and down the ticketing level for a restroom. They told her there would be plenty of restrooms on the other side and she looked at them exasperated.

“I know that, I’ve flown before.” She leaned into the group and quietly said, “I need to remove something.”

They all smiled. Their plan had been to have her insert it and then keep her busy to see if they could get her into the screening process before she remembered. They had to adjust and Marie was up to the challenge.

“I dare you. In fact, I bet we all dare you. We’ll turn it down low, but leave it in as you go through.” Helen’s only exposure to commercial plane travel was to Key West. She didn’t realize how sensitive the scanning equipment was. As a result, she went along with them on the dare. In the back of her mind she just knew this was a mistake and she almost got out of line but the other women continued to encourage her forward. After the ID check, she found herself separated from the others who went to different lines for the scanners. She looked and saw they were all the wave scanners that have drawn so much attention. She put her stuff on the conveyor and moved into position for the scanner. Stepping out, the TSA agent asked if she would mind following a female agent to a private room. The scan showed something of mass in a location they couldn’t touch. She froze and immediately started sweating.

Helen was embarrassed beyond her belief. Inside the small room she was informed that police officers were now stationed outside the door. Helen asked why and she was informed that a mass located between a woman’s legs was a common way of smuggling things through the system.

“Wait, please, it’s not like that. I am traveling with some women and they dared me to wear a vibrating egg through the screening. I don’t travel much, I had no idea it would be caught so easily. It was just a dare.”

“Miss, I can’t take your word for it. You are going to have to show me.”

And she did. She pulled up her dress to her waist and showed the string sticking out from her lips. She was a bright red by now, but she pulled the string and egg out and put it on the table, a paper towel placed on the surface. The female agent just stared at it. She had never seen this before in their scans. All Helen could think about was how the plastic egg glistened with her juices. The agent couldn’t keep a big smile off her face as she watched Helen wrap the egg in the paper towel and hold it in her hand.

She couldn’t speak to the other four the entire time they waited at the gate for boarding. And, because Southwest has open seating, she waited to board after the others and sat in a completely separate part of the plane.

Once in Vegas, the women apologized, again (about the tenth time). They promised they wouldn’t do anything like that again but she was their toy this weekend. She sighed, they got her good that time, but she made them feel bad enough to be useful the rest of the weekend. She might be a toy for them, but she would get concessions out of it, too.

Their room at the MGM on the Strip was an Executive Queen Suite with about 675 square feet of space, two queen sized beds and living room space. The listed occupancy for the suite was four guests, but the hotel easily accepted them given that the women could afford the suite and three of the five were ‘mature’. The manager had a far better way of expressing their age, but the point was clear.

It was only mid-afternoon and the day was sunny and bright. They were planning for some time at the hotel pool Saturday so they decided to go downstairs to check out the casino, what shows were playing and walk the strip a little before dinner. But, first, Helen was changing, not because she wanted to wear something different but because the others wanted her wearing something different. And, compared to the other women, it was quite different. Mom had packed extra clothes for Helen that she wanted to see her in. This outfit was a light, white blouse and flowing knee-length skirt. On the face of it, they both seemed reasonably conservative until Helen saw in the mirror. The blouse was thin enough that without a bra her nipples were just visible underneath. Somehow, it seemed even more intriguing because it caused a double take to the viewer. ‘Did I really just see that?’ Also, they were both fully buttoned up the front and Helen recognized that as a temptation that would be too much for these women.

She knew the women well. In the elevator to the main floor and the casino, she was instructed to unbutton the blouse half way to her waist and the skirt the same. She knew she would have to be more than just a little careful how she leaned over and sat to keep from showing too much without the cover of bra or panties. The women were constantly setting her up to bend over and reach for things, causing her blouse to fall away from her body. By the time they were returning to their hotel, her blouse was unbuttoned to nearly her waist and her skirt to near crotch level. Both naturally hung on her even unbuttoned until a breeze caught them or her walking caused them to open. She was displayed very well that late afternoon. An interesting side realization was that her superb physical condition and natural looks gave the appearance of a model on vacation and it seemed that many oglers were considering Helen in that light. Once the group got that sense, they had more fun with it. At least until Helen got a wicked smile on her face and upon questioning said, “So … how does this entire group look then? A young model on vacation with her mother and aunts?”

That night they had reservations at a highly recommended restaurant and tickets to a show at Bally’s, “50 Shades! The Parody”. It seemed like an appropriately racy diversion. The women were dressed in elegant strapless or spaghetti strap gowns, stockings, and heels. Helen found her outfit to be a form-fitting top that again allow a hint of her nipples without a bra, a ‘puffy’ skirt of 6 filmy layers that stuck out from her legs, stockings, heels, and no underwear. The skirt ended at mid-thigh and was beautifully exotic and high fashion, something Cary Bradshaw might wear on Sex in the City. The dinner was wonderful and they had mended feelings with Helen long since during the day. The anticipated fun was to be had at the show. It was a clever and hilariously naughty parody of the books. It is seen through the eyes of girlfriends reading the book and the character’s delicious affair comes to life in front of their eyes. It had them both laughing and wanting to dance to the scores.

That night, after a short stop in the casino of the MGM for a couple nightcaps, Helen’s fun increased. That night, three of the women used the strap-on to fuck her while she was busy pleasing pussies that were presented to her. By the end of the night, three of the four women used the strap-on, but all four women had their pussies eaten by her.

And, she was right about using the airport incident to her advantage as she was rewarded with a spa session in the late morning.

The early afternoon was spent at the pool. All the women, except Juli, wore at least a two-piece. Marie and Mom had small bikinis. Juli preferred a fashionable one-piece. Even though at home she was perfectly comfortable being naked with us, Vegas had too many beautiful people recovering from the night before hanging out at the pool. Helen was, again, surprised at what was given to her. A small, bright yellow Wicked Weasel. It was bad enough to be a Wicked Weasel, but also bright yellow so it stood out and around the pool drew even more attention. The part she had forgotten was that these things wet, seem to nearly disappear, fitting perfectly to the nipples and the lips below. Of course, the women couldn’t let it go with that but seemed to take turns leading her from the pool through groups of guys lounging along the sides. But, even for Helen, after some time in the hot sun and a few poolside drinks, all this teasing of the guys became a challenge to one-up the previous attempts.

It was culminated as Marie and Helen made their way back, just having gotten out of the pool and a group of four guys stopped them, offering to buy them a drink. The weekend was definitely a ‘no strange guys’ involvement. Marie considered for just a moment and told them that she didn’t think it was fair to accept because they were really not looking to hook-up with any guys and at the same time put her arm around Helen’s shoulders. Helen caught on quickly and put her arm around Marie’s waist. Marie’s bikini was quite small, it just didn’t seem that way when she was standing alongside Helen, but Helen still had plenty of bare skin to caress to reinforce the lie to the guys.

One of the guys watching asked the question they were thinking, “You mean you two are …”

But before he even got the question out, Marie had pulled Helen into a front embrace and a lip-lock that lasted nearly thirty seconds. As they broke the kiss, they were slightly flustered by the public display, but the guys were very turned-on and insisted even more on buying the drink. Marie smiled and allowed just one. What is it about guys seeing girls kissing? And, of course, from their standpoint, they still had two very attractive, nearly naked women to hang out with for a little while.

That night, their last, after dinner they went to the Chippendales show at the Rio. It was a treat and perfect for the bachelorette party theme. In the raucous atmosphere of the theater among all the other women, it was easy to sing along, dance in place, and lose some inhibitions. Guys came out to interact during the show to playfully engage the audience. They all left with a smile on their faces like most every other woman, young or old. It was a perfect blend of sexy presentation and engaging teasing.

That, of course, was the perfect lead-in for the rest of their evening as they made their way back to the MGM by taxi. They engaged each other in the bar for a few more drinks, fending off several more attempts by men attracted by this group of women having fun. After the attempts by more men and their anticipation of activity already high, they made their way to the elevators. There, waiting, they challenged Helen for one more public display and held back at the elevators until they could get one going up by themselves, at least initially. They told Helen that they wanted her to strip to her stockings and heels, which was just taking off her dress. Helen was nervous but reasoned that more people would be going down to the lobby than up from other floors so it was worth the risk to please the women and especially her mom.

So, once inside the elevator and the door was closing with nobody else entering, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it drop to the floor. She bent over to pick it up and only then realized that the back of the elevator was glass and exposed to the atrium for several floor and then the outside world. Sure enough, nobody tried to take their elevator up from other floors, but at their floor, they stepped out into a group of three young couples, Helen first. Their initial response was great surprise but then playfully engage the group of women, further extending Helen’s exposure. The other women couldn’t take their eyes from Helen and confessed they wished they had the nerve to let that happen. Helen, to her credit and immersion into the exhibitionism, winked at them as she made her way to the hallway and suggested that the night was young, there was still time. That got the couples talking as they entered the elevators. By that time, Helen was several rooms down the hallway as the group followed behind her.

That night, several of the women wanted to be fucked rather than the one giving the fuck. Helen found herself on her back wearing the strap-on with one woman covering her mouth and another riding the strap-on. The women traded off for an hour before taking a break to enjoy more wine and relax before engaging in a more. There was more sharing on Saturday night and less about doing to Helen. In the end (so to speak), they were all satisfied, content, and relaxed in whoever’s arms they found themselves.

During the telling of her story, Tim, Helen, and I took several needed breaks to relieve our built-up tensions, then re-engaging the story, finally finishing it in our bed. And, once again, for the last time that night, sharing our sexual needs with each other.

Helen had, of course, heard in lurid details the weekend I spent with the men … and dogs. We were rewarded and surprised when Tim returned home one night with a flash drive from the women who had previously been used for making videos for us. Tim had taken the raw footage of my use in the restraint device to them for rough editing. He wanted to produce a DVD to be shared with all the couples involved in the weekend for their enjoyment. We didn’t have the time to watch the entire thing because it was still about three hours long and needed serious editing to make it an appropriate length and Tim had committed to working with them more in accomplishing that, but it would have to be after the wedding and our trip to the island.

As we watched the video footage, though, a glaring detail jumped out at me. Helen and I were trading time being spent on Tim’s cock as we watched. When we weren’t riding him, we were using our own hands on pussy, nipples, and clit to maintain our stimulation. While all this was happening, we were watching the video and then skipping ahead almost at random. Occasionally, Tim would move back in search of the start of something that he remembered happening and wanted us to see. It was an amazing, almost out-of-body sense, to watch myself on the screen being so thoroughly and continuously being used by man and dog. Helen started cumming at one point of heavy action and seemingly couldn’t stop cumming for quite a while until she fell back against Tim and he eased her off him to snuggle into his arms as I took over fucking him.

It was just after that experience, as I was again on his cock and setting a nice rhythm for us both, that the view on the screen dramatically changed and caught me in confusion. The view had been from the front and just to the side, clearly showing the men and dogs coming up behind me and fucking me, repeatedly, one after the other. Suddenly, the view completely changed and it was shocking to realize what I was seeing. The view was from below me in back. I was completely unaware of a lens located behind and under me and presenting a close-up view of my pussy when it was empty. Most of the views from this angle, though, were not views of my empty pussy but being filled and being fucked by men and dogs. The first such view appeared just as the wider view showed Cody mounting me. The view changed to show his cock bumping into my cheeks until it slipped inside me and it continued in this view as the knot formed and was pushed inside me. It then switched back to the wider view until it was clear we had both climaxed and were tied. The view went back to the rear as the knot neared time to be pull out of me and to see the knot pull my lips out, then pop out of me and bringing a volume of cum which was fascinating and stimulating to watch and brought another orgasm.

It was clear now that the intent was to create a compilation of views to give the sense and detail of being fucked. I didn’t know if the intention was to provide a recording of every fuck and suck or just a compilation of various ones. I didn’t know at the moment because the three of us couldn’t keep our hands, mouths, and tongues off each other until we fell into an exhausted state of sleep late at night.

By the end of the week, we were gathered on the island for the wedding. The little church we enjoyed for Christmas service, at Mom’s insistence, was used. The small congregation joined in the celebration and it was a truly beautiful experience. Mom was radiant and beautiful, as any bride should be, and her happiness shined through her. The look on Carlos’ face as he watched her and admired her during the ceremony and afterwards, demonstrated his love and devotion to her.

When they left on their honeymoon the following day, Anthony and Marie asked us to join them at the estate for one more day and night, which we accepted and enjoyed. It was clear to all of that Mom and Carlos were deeply in love and committed to that love. I couldn’t have been happier to see this become a reality for Mom.

Now it was real and final. Mom’s life was taking her in a new direction, not away from us, but not with us. Her life was changing and in an even better way for her. For us … it marked real change for us, as well. Change that was not negative or bad, not in the least. There is a loss, an emptiness. But, that emptiness won’t last, it will be filled. Not to say we will stop missing Mom, but in our daily life we will adjust.

And, that presents new opportunity … NEW LIFE …


THE END

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