Hannah says, "I'd be much happier if you let me plan your bachelor party."

I was taken aback by her bold statement. "That's pretty unorthodox."

"I can't have Chucky botching the thing. He won't even be invited."

I looked at her quizzically.

She smiled her gorgeous smile, "I think I may be able to arrange a little threesome with me you and the maid of honor as a little precursor to my bachelorette party."

My eyes widened, and my tongue lolled involuntarily out of my mouth. Hannah's best friend Lacy is a fiery red-headed slut with a reputation everywhere she's been for bedding every homosapien that crosses her path. I always thought of her as a bad influence on my wife, but looking back, it may have been the other way around.

The day before my "bachelor party" threesome, Lacy came over and her and Hannah started to get ready to go out drinking and dancing, while I did homework for my summer class. Once they were ready, they emerged from the bathroom like a vision from slut heaven. Hannah was wearing a short, low-cut purple dress i didn't recognize that hugged her curvaceous, bodacious figure like a sleeve, with a beautiful view of her big sexy tits and, when she moved the right way, just a teasing glimpse of the tiny black thong I'd given to her as part of a valentine's day present. Lacy's hot red hair is accentuated by blazing red lips and a tiny red top stops just below her nipples, leaving the undersides of her breasts exposed. Her skirt is longer than Hannah's, but a slit up the side of each of her legs goes all the way to the elastic waist-band. She spun in front of my wide-eyed gaze and as her skirt flapped about I thought maybe I noticed her wearing a g-string made of pearls.