The air in the room was thick with the scent of whiskey and nervous excitement. Steven leaned back in his chair, the flush of alcohol warming his cheeks, as he stared at the disastrous hand of cards laid out in front of him. His friends erupted into laughter, their voices echoing off the walls of the dimly lit bachelor party suite. “Looks like you’re out, man,” Josh said, his grin wide and mischievous as he tossed his own winning hand onto the table. “Strip poker takes no mercy.”Steven groaned, reluctantly peeling off his shirt and tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothing. “Alright, alright, I’m out,” he muttered, though he couldn’t help but laugh along with the group. The game had started as a joke, but the stakes had quickly escalated. Now, with most of the guys down to their boxers, the energy in the room was electric, charged with a mix of alcohol-fueled bravado and something... darker.Josh leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief that made Steven’s stomach twist. “You know,” Josh began, his voice low and teasing, “since you’re out, we could make this a little more... interesting. A real wager.”Steven raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. “What are you talking about?”Josh’s grin widened, and he glanced toward the kitchen where Allison, Steven’s fiancée, was mixing drinks for the group. “How about this,” he said, his tone dripping with playful malevolence. “Allison gives me a massage. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone.”The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the suggestion hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Steven’s mouth went dry, his mind racing. “You’re joking,” he said, trying to laugh it off, but the look in Josh’s eyes told him he was dead serious.“Come on, man,” Josh pressed, leaning back in his chair with a casual shrug. “It’s just a massage. Unless you’re too scared to let her do it?”Steven’s jaw tightened, his pride stinging. He glanced toward Allison, who had just walked back into the room with a tray of drinks. She caught his eye, her brow furrowing slightly at the tension in the air. “What’s going on?” she asked, setting the tray down on the table.Josh didn’t hesitate. “Steven lost the game, so now you’re giving me a massage. Right here. In front of everyone.”Allison’s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between Josh and Steven. “Is that... is that what you want?” she asked, her voice trembling just slightly. Steven could see the uncertainty in her expression, but there was something else there too—a flicker of curiosity, a spark of excitement.He opened his mouth to protest, to shut the whole thing down, but the words caught in his throat. The way Allison was looking at him, the way her lips parted ever so slightly—it stirred something deep inside him. “Yeah,” he heard himself say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Go ahead.”The room erupted into hoots and cheers as Allison stepped forward, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Josh. She knelt down behind him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “You sure about this?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.Josh grinned, leaning back into her touch. “Oh, I’m sure.”Allison’s fingers began to move, kneading the tense muscles of Josh’s shoulders with a firm, deliberate pressure. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional murmur of approval from Josh. Steven’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, his breath catching as Allison’s hands trailed lower, down Josh’s bare back.Her touch was slow, deliberate, her fingers exploring every inch of his skin. Josh let out a low moan, his head tilting back slightly as her hands worked their magic. “God, you’re good at this,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.Allison’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Steven’s for a brief moment before returning to her task. Her hands moved lower, skimming over Josh’s sides, her thumbs brushing against the waistband of his boxers. Steven’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening as he realized how far this was going.Allison’s hands slipped beneath the elastic, her fingers tracing the curve of Josh’s hips as she slowly, teasingly pulled down his boxers. The room was dead silent now, every eye fixed on the scene unfolding before them. Steven’s heart was racing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he watched his fiancée expose Josh’s erect cock, thick and throbbing with arousal.Allison’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she stared at it for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his length. “Damn,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Josh smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her. “You’re not stopping now, are you?”Allison shook her head, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip in slow, deliberate circles. Josh groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.The room was electric, the air thick with the sound of Allison’s wet, sucking noises and Josh’s low, guttural moans. Steven’s stomach twisted, his cock hardening painfully in his boxers as he watched his fiancée pleasure his best friend. He wanted to stop her, to pull her away and reclaim her as his own, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene.Allison’s mouth moved faster now, her hands gripping Josh’s thighs as she took him deeper, her lips stretched wide around his girth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft in a way that made Josh’s back arch off the chair. “Fuck,” he gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust up into her mouth. “You’re so fucking good at this.”Steven’s heart raced, his jealousy mingling with a strange, twisted arousal. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that this was happening—but he couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his groin, the way his cock throbbed with every wet, slurping sound that escaped Allison’s lips.“This is so hot,” one of the guys muttered, his voice breaking the silence.Allison’s eyes flicked up to meet Steven’s, her lips still wrapped around Josh’s cock. There was a challenge in her gaze, a daring that made his stomach flip. She wanted him to watch, wanted him to see how good she was at this, how much she could take.Josh’s moans grew louder, his hips bucking up into her mouth as his release approached. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.Allison’s mouth moved faster, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his length. Josh’s back arched, his hands tightening in her hair as he came, his release spurting into her mouth with a low, guttural groan.Steven’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in his boxers as he watched Allison swallow every last drop, her lips still wrapped around Josh’s softening cock as she milked him dry. The room was silent except for the sound of Josh’s ragged breathing and the soft, wet noises of Allison’s mouth as she pulled away, her lips slick with saliva and cum.She looked up at Steven, her eyes dark with desire and something else—something that made his heart race. “I think we should make this a weekly thing,” she said, her voice low and husky. “What do you think, Steven?”

During a bachelor party, Steven loses a strip poker game and his friend Josh proposes a wager: Allison, Steven’s fiancée, must give Josh a massage in front of everyone. Allison agrees and gives Josh a massage that escalates into oral sex, with Steven watching the entire time.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of whiskey and nervous excitement. Steven leaned back in his chair, the flush of alcohol warming his cheeks, as he stared at the disastrous hand of cards laid out in front of him. His friends erupted into laughter, their voices echoing off the walls of the dimly lit bachelor party suite. __“Looks like you’re out, man,”__ Josh said, his grin wide and mischievous as he tossed his own winning hand onto the table. __“Strip poker takes no mercy.”__

Steven groaned, reluctantly peeling off his shirt and tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothing. __“Alright, alright, I’m out,”__ he muttered, though he couldn’t help but laugh along with the group. The game had started as a joke, but the stakes had quickly escalated. Now, with most of the guys down to their boxers, the energy in the room was electric, charged with a mix of alcohol-fueled bravado and something... *darker*.

Josh leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief that made Steven’s stomach twist. __“You know,”__ Josh began, his voice low and teasing, __“since you’re out, we could make this a little more... interesting. A real wager.”__

Steven raised an eyebrow, his heart skipping a beat. __“What are you talking about?”__

Josh’s grin widened, and he glanced toward the kitchen where Allison, Steven’s fiancée, was mixing drinks for the group. __“How about this,”__ he said, his tone dripping with playful malevolence. __“Allison gives me a massage. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone.”__

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the suggestion hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Steven’s mouth went dry, his mind racing. __“You’re joking,”__ he said, trying to laugh it off, but the look in Josh’s eyes told him he was dead serious.

__“Come on, man,”__ Josh pressed, leaning back in his chair with a casual shrug. __“It’s just a massage. Unless you’re too scared to let her do it?”__

Steven’s jaw tightened, his pride stinging. He glanced toward Allison, who had just walked back into the room with a tray of drinks. She caught his eye, her brow furrowing slightly at the tension in the air. __“What’s going on?”__ she asked, setting the tray down on the table.

Josh didn’t hesitate. __“Steven lost the game, so now you’re giving me a massage. Right here. In front of everyone.”__

Allison’s cheeks flushed, her eyes darting between Josh and Steven. __“Is that... is that what you want?”__ she asked, her voice trembling just slightly. Steven could see the uncertainty in her expression, but there was something else there too—a flicker of curiosity, a spark of excitement.

He opened his mouth to protest, to shut the whole thing down, but the words caught in his throat. The way Allison was looking at him, the way her lips parted ever so slightly—it stirred something deep inside him. __“Yeah,”__ he heard himself say, his voice barely above a whisper. __“Go ahead.”__

The room erupted into hoots and cheers as Allison stepped forward, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Josh. She knelt down behind him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. __“You sure about this?”__ she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Josh grinned, leaning back into her touch. __“Oh, I’m sure.”__

Allison’s fingers began to move, kneading the tense muscles of Josh’s shoulders with a firm, deliberate pressure. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional murmur of approval from Josh. Steven’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, his breath catching as Allison’s hands trailed lower, down Josh’s bare back.

Her touch was slow, deliberate, her fingers exploring every inch of his skin. Josh let out a low moan, his head tilting back slightly as her hands worked their magic. __“God, you’re good at this,”__ he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

Allison’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Steven’s for a brief moment before returning to her task. Her hands moved lower, skimming over Josh’s sides, her thumbs brushing against the waistband of his boxers. Steven’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening as he realized how far this was going.

Allison’s hands slipped beneath the elastic, her fingers tracing the curve of Josh’s hips as she slowly, teasingly pulled down his boxers. The room was dead silent now, every eye fixed on the scene unfolding before them. Steven’s heart was racing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he watched his fiancée expose Josh’s erect *cock*, thick and throbbing with arousal.

Allison’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she stared at it for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his length. __“Damn,”__ she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Josh smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at her. __“You’re not stopping now, are you?”__

Allison shook her head, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip in slow, deliberate circles. Josh groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

The room was electric, the air thick with the sound of Allison’s wet, sucking noises and Josh’s low, guttural moans. Steven’s stomach twisted, his cock hardening painfully in his boxers as he watched his fiancée pleasure his best friend. He wanted to stop her, to pull her away and reclaim her as his own, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene.

Allison’s mouth moved faster now, her hands gripping Josh’s thighs as she took him deeper, her lips stretched wide around his girth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft in a way that made Josh’s back arch off the chair. __“Fuck,”__ he gasped, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust up into her mouth. __“You’re so fucking good at this.”__

Steven’s heart raced, his jealousy mingling with a strange, twisted arousal. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that this was happening—but he couldn’t deny the heat pooling in his groin, the way his cock throbbed with every wet, slurping sound that escaped Allison’s lips.

__“This is so hot,”__ one of the guys muttered, his voice breaking the silence.

Allison’s eyes flicked up to meet Steven’s, her lips still wrapped around Josh’s cock. There was a challenge in her gaze, a daring that made his stomach flip. She *wanted* him to watch, wanted him to see how good she was at this, how much she could take.

Josh’s moans grew louder, his hips bucking up into her mouth as his release approached. __“I’m close,”__ he warned, his voice strained.

Allison’s mouth moved faster, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his length. Josh’s back arched, his hands tightening in her hair as he came, his release spurting into her mouth with a low, guttural groan.

Steven’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in his boxers as he watched Allison swallow every last drop, her lips still wrapped around Josh’s softening cock as she milked him dry. The room was silent except for the sound of Josh’s ragged breathing and the soft, wet noises of Allison’s mouth as she pulled away, her lips slick with saliva and *cum*.

She looked up at Steven, her eyes dark with desire and something else—something that made his heart race. __“I think we should make this a weekly thing,”__ she said, her voice low and husky. __“What do you think, Steven?”__

A bachelor party takes a dark turn when the groom-to-be, Steven, loses a strip poker game and his best friend, Josh, suggests a daring wager: Steven's fiancée, Allison, must give Josh a sensual massage in front of the group, which quickly escalates into oral sex.

Allison, emboldened by the attention and her own desires, suggests turning the bachelor party into a weekly tradition of voyeurism and cuckolding, inviting more participants and pushing the boundaries of their newfound hedonistic lifestyle.

The night continues with Allison performing oral sex on multiple men, with Steven watching and eventually joining in, as the group explores the themes of exhibitionism and group sex.

Massage, Mouth, and Marriage Vows

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