The Naughty Treat I Served Up My Sugar Daddy (and His Friends) on the Night of His Bachelor Party


It was two days before our wed­ding and two of my older fiancé’s friends, Robert and Richard, had just walked in on us hav­ing sex. Sur­pris­ingly, we didn’t stop—it actu­ally made us want each other more. I had always fan­ta­sized about being with more than one man at once. It was all just fan­tasy, but just the idea of two other men being in the room was enough to drive me crazy. And my older man, Kee­gan, loved every minute of it. This was a whole new ball game, one we were both inad­e­quately pre­pared for, but insa­tiably desired.

We quickly got dressed and cleaned up. Kee­gan went out to the porch to apol­o­gize to the guys and, of course, invited them back into the house for a drink before head­ing out for the bach­e­lor party. I prepped sev­eral shots for every­one while Kee­gan quickly got show­ered and dressed. The con­ver­sa­tion was awk­ward to say the least. Robert and Richard didn’t say any­thing to me about what they had just wit­nessed, but nei­ther of them could look at me with­out blush­ing and grin­ning from ear to ear.

I decided to play a lit­tle game with them in the small win­dow of oppor­tu­nity in front of me. I didn’t have time to put my bra back on and was wear­ing a white shirt. After the guys did their shots, I rinsed out the glasses and “acci­den­tally” got my shirt wet all down the front. Every one of them could see my nip­ples plain as day through the wet T-shirt. Rob and Rich had an espe­cially dif­fi­cult time with it, so for my own enter­tain­ment, I winked at them, just to be play­ful and flirty. I mean, why not?

Kee­gan was almost ready to go. Every­one wanted another round of shots, so I headed back into the kitchen to pre­pare them. The laun­dry room was off the kitchen, and every­one was in the din­ing and liv­ing room. After get­ting our shots ready, I stripped down to my panties and put on my pink apron. Then, I served each and every guy their shots indi­vid­u­ally as Kee­gan watched.

You could have cut the air with a knife as the guys seized up. “Whoa, look out!” shouted one of them.

Oh my god. I don’t know where to look,” squealed Robert, look­ing in any other direc­tion while reach­ing for his shot glass and acci­den­tally touch­ing my breast. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, oh my god.” Robert’s face was blood red in embarrassment.

So, that’s what you look like upright,” joked Richard before turn­ing to Kee­gan and putting his hand on his shoul­der. “Kee­gan, god DAMN man!” Kee­gan just smiled and watched, enjoy­ing every minute of it. I enjoyed the hell out of it too, because to my sur­prise, I could see that they were get­ting turned on just at the sight of my body.

So guys, bot­toms up,” I said, rais­ing my shot glass as we all toasted to a very fun night that had already started off in a way they’d never for­get. I downed my shot, chased it with another, and then went to get dressed for my own night out with the girls. I could hear the guys cajol­ing and con­grat­u­lat­ing Kee­gan on just how “lucky” he was. The laugh­ter com­ing from their group was roar­ing. They were and still are an amaz­ing group of friends.

The guys left and finally the house was all mine. The girls would be by soon to pick me up for my bach­e­lorette party, so I quickly got ready. This time, I decided to recy­cle one of the stun­ning dresses that my ex-sugar daddy, Michael, had bought me.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.