The Bachelor Party Gift I Never Expected

This story actually starts on the night of my bachelor party.

I've been divorced for a few years now, so some of the finer details might be a little hazy.

That night, my group and my ex-wife's group ended up, completely unexpectedly, back at the house together.

We'd gotten home around 1am standard guys' night stuff. Food, drinks, strip club, the usual. A few of us were pretty far gone and needed something to soak up the alcohol, so we did what any self-respecting group of drunk men does and fired up the grill.

About an hour later, my ex and her group burst through the door, laughing, in great spirits, and since most of us already knew each other, the two groups merged without a second thought.

Burgers and hot dogs came off the grill. People ate, kept drinking, kept the party going.

By 3am the alcohol had well and truly taken hold of everyone, and the atmosphere was getting charged. One of my ex-wife's friends suggested a game of truth or dare. Most of us were around 25 at the time, give or take but my ex-sister-in-law and her best friend were in their early-to-mid forties.

My ex-sister-in-law was curvier nothing wrong with that  and attractive in her own right. Her best friend, though, was the textbook definition of a MILF.

We'll call her G.

G was around 5'4", auburn hair, green eyes, big breasts, a full ass, and despite having two kids, she absolutely knew how to carry herself.

As stupid as truth or dare sounds in retrospect, we all played along, and nothing too wild was happening until my ex-wife dared G to give me a lap dance. The moment she said it, I thought there was no way this was actually going to happen, but G stood up without a moment's hesitation and said: "Put some music on."

So there I was on the couch, G with her back to me, someone putting on You Can Leave Your Hat On, and suddenly she was dancing on me.

As the song went on and G kept moving, she started grinding against me. I had to physically restrain myself from putting my hands on her trying to look calm and collected. At some point I glanced down and noticed she wasn't wearing underwear under her jeans. I was hard instantly. In the last ten seconds or so of the song she was grinding against me without any pretense at all.

Song ends. Everyone moves on. A few more rounds of truth or dare, then gradually people start drifting into smaller groups. By this point it's nearly 5am and some of the guests are ready to call it. I, on the other hand, was wide awake, G grinding on me still very much at the front of my mind. I wasn't going to sleep while she was still in the house, though I wasn't sure yet if she was staying.

As things quieted down, my ex came into the living room where I was sitting with my best friend, said she was going to bed, kissed me goodnight. A few minutes later, the only people still awake were me, my ex-sister-in-law, G, and one other friend.

My buddy announced he'd sobered up enough to drive and headed out. On his way out, I spotted my ex-sister-in-law and G on the front porch, talking.

I went out to join them. They immediately switched to hushed tones, the way people do when they're clearly talking about something they don't want you to hear. I played dumb. A few minutes later, my ex-sister-in-law asked where she could sleep, I told her she could take the bed and I'd sort myself out on the couch, and she said goodnight and went inside.

Just me and G on the porch. I was living somewhere pretty isolated at the time, no neighboring houses in sight.

I asked her what they'd been talking about.

"Nothing much," she said.

I called that immediately. "Oh, come on."

She looked at me. "You really want to know?"

"Yes."

She said: "How big is it?"

That caught me off guard. "What?"

She asked again: "How big is it?"

"I don't know, I've never measured it. Why?" I told her it was nothing out of the ordinary.

She said: "Because I felt it when I was dancing on you."

I laughed and started to apologize, and she told me not to worry about it, it was fine.

"But aren't you married?" I asked.

Without missing a beat: "We're actually in the middle of a divorce."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

I told her how much I'd enjoyed the dance. She smiled and said she'd noticed, then looked at me and said she and my ex-sister-in-law had been talking about my cock ever since she told her she could feel it while she was dancing, which was exactly why she'd leaned back and started grinding harder.

I thought about it for a second and told her she had no idea how hard I'd had to work to keep my hands off her breasts while she was doing that.

She laughed and said honestly, if certain people hadn't been watching, she wouldn't have minded if I had.

"Well," I said, "looks like it's just us now."

She looked at me. "Here's the deal. You can play with my breasts if you let me see your cock."

"Done."

She was just in a simple t-shirt, so we were suddenly face to face with no ceremony at all. I pulled her t-shirt and bra up without hesitating, and there they were gorgeous, full, easily a D cup if I had to guess.

I started playing with her nipples, massaging them, until I couldn't hold back and put my mouth on them. She was moaning softly, and I was getting impatient. So I did what any guy would do, slid my hand into her jeans. She didn't stop me for a second.

I worked a finger inside her and she started rocking back and forth on it while I sucked her breasts, and within a few minutes she came. She quietly put herself back together without a word.

Then she pulled my cock out, looked at it with an expression that said everything, bent at the waist, and went down on me right there on the front porch.

She sucked me until I was fucking her mouth, properly, for a solid ten minutes before she pulled back and said we couldn't keep doing this out here, that she couldn't believe we hadn't been caught already. She had to go.

So G left. I sat in the porch rocking chair for a while, then eventually made my way inside and crashed on the couch.

The following Thursday I got a text from her. She was sorry about that night and didn't think we should have gone that far. I told her honestly all I'd been able to think about since was finishing what we'd started. I mentioned I was on vacation starting that Thursday.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, nothing. Thursday, nothing. I figured that was that. Almost happened. Move on.

Friday I was out in the garden, finished up, went in to shower, headed out to grab something to eat. On my way home, my phone buzzed.

Where are you and what are you doing?

Told her I'd just eaten and was nearly home. Why?

She asked if my ex was home. I said she was at work.

Ok.

Silence. Weird.

Got home, finished eating. About fifteen minutes later, a knock at the door.

It was G.

She walked in and said: "I know I shouldn't be here, and I know we definitely shouldn't do this, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Same as you. I want to finish what we started."

That was all I needed to hear.

We were kissing immediately, clothes coming off fast. After about five minutes of that, G dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth, and gave me the best blowjob of my life like she was born to do it.

I was already close to the edge. I grabbed the back of her head and came hard, and she swallowed every last drop without question.

She cleaned me up with her mouth, and then I laid her back on the couch and went down on her like it was the only thing that mattered.

There was something different about her and being my first time with an older woman, I was absolutely determined to make it memorable. I kept going tongue and fingers until she completely soaked my face.

By that point I was hard again and she was more than ready.

I flipped her over and put her on all fours. She looked back at me: "Not wasting any time, are you?"

I wasn't. I pushed all the way in on the first stroke and she let out a sharp fuck!!!!

I reached under her and started working her clit as I fucked her, and within seconds she was crying out that she was about to come.

"Come on my cock," I told her. "Like you wanted to the other night."

That was all it took.

I sat back on the couch and told her to ride me the same way she had during the lap dance. She swung around into reverse cowgirl and started working her way down to the base. A few minutes in I was back to playing with her breasts and her clit, and she hit her second orgasm on top of me.

She looked back at me. "You haven't come yet?"

I told her I was close. Told her to get in whatever position she wanted.

Back on all fours. "Fuck me."

I did, and when I told her I was about to finish, she said: "Give it to me in my mouth."

She turned and dropped to her knees just in time, taking it across her face and in her mouth.

We cleaned up. She told me this couldn't happen again.

I looked at her and said: "Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not next week. Maybe not any time soon. But never say never."

What a wedding present.