Who are you to spoil their party?

"You sure this is okay?" You ask Anna but look to Crystal for confirmation.

"Our bar bill is over two hundred," Mara whispers. "Definitely show the girls a good time."

Crystal nods in confirmation.

Girls are funny. A few hours ago, Crystal was being all jealous and possessive. Now she's practically throwing you at a bunch of bridesmaids and a bride-to-be. Which only makes sense if you subscribe to the theory that girls want their male to be dominant over everyone around them.

"If we're going to do this," you say, "let's party."

The bridesmaids let out a cheer and the older one, the one you tagged as an aunt, drags you out on the dance floor.

"My niece is a nice girl," she says.

"Uh, great."

"Too nice. Her fiance is out fucking a bunch of whores and she's dancing with girls."

"Well, she'll be dancing with me, soon."

"I don't want you to dance with her, I want you to fuck her."

"Uh--"

"Her fiance is one of those devout types. Thinks the man rules the household and women are there for fucking and ownership over. If she never experiences anything but that, she'll believe it. Show her that girls can cum, too."

"Look, I'm not going to **** her to do anything."

The aunt pats your cheek. "That won't be a problem."

Then the next bridesmaid grabs you, pulls you to the middle of the dance floor, then hikes up her dress and starts rubbing her panty-less crotch against your dick.

The other bridesmaids gather around, cheering her and slapping her ass as she rubs it against you, then take turns doing the same while calling the future bride to come over and have at it.

Meanwhile your girls alternate between dancing with each other and whispering with whatever bridesmaids aren't trying to polish your dick at the moment.