The Psycho Bride I worked in a photo lab. Normally it was cats and houses in the pics. But then a woman dropping off a few rolls of film was acting oddly. This is usually a clear sign that the pictures were going to be interesting.
It was a bachelorette party, normal stuff at first. The women were all fairly pretty. Then a safari themed stripper was being featured. The pictures show most of the women at the party blowing the stripper. Then the stripper got the bride practically naked in a circle of them and dry humped her in several ways. Rubbing his junk all over her. Then the pics were in a bedroom. The bride and another girl had sex with the stripper, my guess was they were alternating who was taking pictures.
The last photo was a cumshot on the ring. I always assumed it was the engagement ring. It was troubling, to say the least. This happened in the early s. We had a little pre-made card to put in the order, in case of that, to explain the situation. I was in my early 20s at that point, so I never had use for that card. By poetic coincidence, my best man was going through a divorce while things were ramping up toward my wedding.
When I arrived at his place for the party, I found him sitting on the living room floor. His wife had come while he was at work and cleaned out the house. Like, thoroughly cleaned it out. No glasses in the kitchen. She left his clothes, still folded, in the place where the dresser used to be. Except for one empty bottle, left in the otherwise barren fridge. She took the mustard, even. He sat on the floor, shell-shocked and stunned. The other guys arrived, and some of them brought a couple six-packs of beer.
We all sat on the floor in the living room, occasionally tossing bottle caps at an empty bottle in the center of the room. We threw cards at the target bottle for a while, until another friend made a discovery: Best man started weeping. Everyone was very drunk. Groom decided to have sex with the best man in the middle of a public parking lot… this was when we realized he liked men.
Apparently, bachelorette parties almost always devolve into everyone getting piss drunk and getting waaaaay too handsy. His theory is that the type of woman that will hire a couple male strippers is the type of woman that will fuck them and then walk down the aisle to her future husband the very next day.
I want no part of that regardless of how good the money is. The Virgin Christian Groom My best friend got married a few months ago. He grew up conservative Christian, the type where they had purity rings and the whole thing. He was talking to a group of girls about our single buddies who they clearly wanted to fuck, and then nothing.
No one can see him. Me and my Boyfriend were over the whole thing, honestly, and decide to be those assholes who leave early. We go outside and decide to find a cab.
She was just going to town. But he did, we never told, and he got married. His fiancee knew about that, allegedly. Couple of weeks later I am out getting a few drinks with another group of friends.
Lo and behold he was there in a shady booth, inspecting the tonsils of a vintage Walmart ham beast. Spoiler alert I do jack shit, he leaves with the girl after performing a digital cervical inspection of his prize for the evening.
No idea what happened that night he lived with his fiancee but a couple of weeks later I get an email saying the wedding is off. Still friends with both of them on facebook, but yeah they are not together anymore. I have a few friends that I was never able to look at the same way again after hearing about how fucked up they were to the men who loved them. I also know who the father is hint: The guy who was the father was there at her version of a bachelorette party. So it was just pizza and Marvel movie marathon for the party.
Cousins friend then announces that he hired a stripper just as the doorbell rang. And since the groom had a few too many shots he agrees and both head to the bathroom. All the while all the guys are hooting them on. I just turn around to avoid her seeing me, head to the cashier, grabbed my stuff, and just ran.
I never dare tell him since he and his wife are in a happy relationship and trying to have a child together. A free spirit The stripper got his dick sucked by the bride to be. Human Pieces Of Shit I have 2. One I was involved in and another my wife and sister were. About 4 years ago my buddy was getting married and we went to a strip club and the bachelor got his ass beat by a couple strippers, one of whom came back to our already trashed hotel suite. There were about 10 guys involved and myself married and 2 other guys who wanted nothing to do with the shenanigans went into a room and locked the door.
I woke up about 10 minutes later after a loud crash down the stairs. Turns out one of the guys married talked the stripper into wrestling and she slapped him in the face so he tossed her down the stairs. She only made it down like 4 stairs before getting back up and then we saw her running back up the stairs at him. At this point, there were 5 guys upstairs with the stripper and she was wearing only her g-string. They ended up all gangbanging note gangbang, not gang rape. She was into this shit her and fucked her up pretty bad.
Myself, still pretty drunk, and another guy got the fuck out of there before anything got illegal or too crazy. Apparently one of the guys slapped the chick so hard across the head while banging that she got knocked out. The one married guy got divorced like a month later and all 5 of the guys got some pretty funky shit from the stripper. The groom and his wife are still married and so am I.
The one my wife and sister were involved in was much more mild. They had a bachelorette party for my best friends upcoming bride while the guys came to my house for a night of video games, pool, and poker. At about 2 am, my wife calls me and asks if we can bring enough vehicles to pick up 10 girls.
Thankfully her soon-to-be groom stayed at my place drunk because this would have gotten much worse. On the way back my sister proceeds to tell me that the bride bolted with some guys back to the hotel and told the girls that she got them a separate suite for them to return to unless they wanted to join the fun.
My buddy was passed out on my couch downstairs so we just left him and everything would be handled in the morning when he is sober. In the morning my wife got a text from the bride, sent at 4 am, asking to come get her and take her to CVS and then home and to be there at 8.
My buddy and I went instead. On the way to the hotel I filled him in on the facts I knew but we would find out ourselves. The room had a stench that can not be described, and there lie the bride-to-be, on the bed sprawled out with 2 guys and another 2 on the floor. There were no condoms in sight and this check looked all sorts of used up. Without saying a word, my buddy called and canceled his credit card that she used to pay for everything, called up a few other buddies of ours who had trucks and trailers, and we spent the next 6 hours taking all of his shit out of their apartment.
Obviously, the wedding was called off and the chick ended up crying pregnant until he responded back with a phone number to his lawyer who had photos of the room and her with other guys, all nude, in his possession if she wanted to go that route and she backed off. None of us have seen her since.