Drunken Bridal Shower

Fbailey story number 704


Drunken Bridal Shower


When my wife asked me to be the bartender for her sister’s bridal shower of course I said yes immediately.

My wife and I were married when she was eighteen years old and her younger sister Trudy was only eleven at the time. So I actually watched Trudy develop and grow into a beautiful sexy young woman. I had many chances over to years to see her in sexy bikinis, nighties, and even in just her panties and bra. Several times she would come out of a bathroom with a big towel covering her front as she walked toward me but nothing covering the back after she had passed by.

She would almost always say, “My sister says that I can turn you on but that she gets to be the one that fixes your problem.”

That was really cute for the first year of our marriage when we lived with my in-laws and she was so young. However, as the years rolled on and she would spend more and more time at our house, it got to be old fast. The older she got the sexier she got and the more that I wanted to fuck her.

Now at twenty-one years old she was marrying a pretty nice guy. He was so nice that I had trouble hating him. After all he got to fuck Trudy every day, if not more often. I laid awake more than once listening to them fuck in our guest bedroom.

Now here I was invited to be their bartender. I had recently converted our basement into a really nice family room, complete with a fully stocked bar, and a very nice bathroom. When I remodeled the basement I put in several hidden video cameras hoping for a time when we would entertain and I might get some good videos of Trudy. Little did I know that this was going to the christening of all my hard work.

Trudy was to be the blushing Bride, my wife was her Bride’s Maid, and her four best friends were in her Bridal Party. Her mother, his mother, and his two younger sisters were invited too. So there I was with ten very attractive women hell bent on getting drunk. The Groom’s two sisters were eighteen and twenty years old but I had been told that they were to be allowed to drink. My wife had bought several blow-up mattresses so that everyone could spend the night. In fact the party was to last two nights anyway. Their party was a full week before the wedding.

My bar was one that used to be in an old bar downtown. I bought it through an auction. It was worth every penny. It completely covered my twenty-foot wall leaving one end open for me to get in. The old solid mahogany bar came with the sink, shelves, and glasses. It came with the beer taps, soda dispenser, and sink. The back wall with its shelves, lower cabinets, and long mirror were part of it. Stocking it was a different story…that was more expensive that buying the bar, getting it delivered, and then getting it up and running with electricity, water, and sewer. Several of the lower cabinets along the back wall were refrigerators to hold beer, juices, and mixers.

The ceiling of the basement was a good eight feet up and I put in all sorts of lighting including, dim romantic lights, bright fluorescent lighting, strobe lights, and even one of those mirrored balls with colored lights spinning around the room. I put in a raised platform in one corner with a stripper pole. The platform was only six inches high but it was still a stage.

I had put in a pretty good sound system and had a wide variety of music to play. I was all set.

That Friday I took the day off to make sure that everything was ready. I got up early and got more ice, fresh lemons and limes, and other assorted fruits to garnish the drinks with. By noon I had things put away and fruit cut up and was just finishing off a really smooth drink when my wife and her sister came down the stars.

Trudy said, “Okay, here’s the rules…there are no rules. As long as you give us all the booze that we want you can try to get us to do stupid sexy things all you want and take pictures of us doing it. All I ask is that you basically keep those pictures of us to yourself. Of course I will want to see them eventually.” There was a long pause, “If you can get my mother and my mother-in-law-to-be naked for pictures and possibly a video…I’ll let you fuck me.”

I looked at my wife and she was smiling and nodding her head in agreement. Then my wife added, “A threesome if you wish. Trudy and I will make out for you.”

Trudy added, “Twice…maybe even three times depending on how good the old ladies come out. The first time we can be drunk but the next time or two we want to be stone cold sober when you film us and fuck us.”

My wife added, “The sober ones should be after she is married.”

I questioned, “Let me get this straight…you want me to get all of you girls drunk, get you to strip naked, and fuck you two too boot?’

Trudy and my wife each kissed me on the cheek at the same time and said, “You’ve got it.”

My wife said, “I hope you have your cameras ready.”

I definitely had my cameras ready, extra batteries, and I had tested the hidden video cameras out too. I was all set.

By one o’clock the women started arriving. They were dressed very nicely after a luncheon that they had at the new mother-in-law’s house.