Jake kicked open our front door dramatically, suitcase in hand, with that cheeky, triumphant grin plastered across his face. We were home, the honeymoon finally over. Two weeks of sun-soaked beaches, endless cocktails, and sex, lots of sex.

"Welcome home, my beautiful wife," he grinned, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. His lips brushed mine softly at first, then deepened as he backed me gently into the wall. His hands began exploring, sliding effortlessly under my loose top, sending warmth radiating through my skin.

A sudden buzz from my phone interrupted us. Jake groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"Ignore it," he murmured into my neck, nibbling softly.

Laughing, I gently pushed him away and checked the screen. "It's Emily."

"She can wait," he insisted playfully, trying to recapture my attention, his hands exploring intimately and deliciously over my body.

"She says they're throwing a party next weekend. Everyone will be there." I said, smiling and feeling a flutter of excitement. Memories flooded through my mind, sweaty, lusty moments from the night before our wedding that made my skin flush.

Jake raised an eyebrow, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Interesting."

Before I could respond, he swept me into his arms and carried me toward our bedroom, the phone forgotten on the hallway table. His mouth found mine again, this time hungry, possessive. Clothes disappeared swiftly, skin against skin, igniting the same familiar fire we'd barely managed to extinguish during our honeymoon.

As he pushed inside me, deep and slow, I closed my eyes, letting myself drift back to our wedding, the thrill of being watched, shared, the intoxicating feeling of boundaries disappearing. Jake groaned, thrusting harder, deeper, matching the pace of my fantasy. My body tightened, memories blending seamlessly with the present until pleasure consumed me completely.

A week passed quickly and finally, the night of Ryan and Emily's party arrived. I slipped into a dress that hugged my curves, deliberately choosing something short and teasingly revealing. Jake smirked approvingly, giving me an appreciative once-over before we headed out the door.

The house was already alive with chatter and laughter as we arrived. Warm, inviting lights cast soft glows across the room, and familiar faces smiled as they greeted us. Emily swept over, hugging me tightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"So glad you're here," she whispered in my ear, her voice soft and teasing, full of unspoken meaning. "Tonight's going to be unforgettable."

A shiver ran down my spine, my heart pounding with anticipation. 

Drinks flowed freely as conversations and laughter filled the air. Jake and Ryan fell into their usual competitive banter, their cocky grins matched by playful challenges. Tyler was already teasing Sophie mercilessly, her laugh ringing out sharply in response, while Matt and Rachel quietly listened to Jenna, who was animatedly recounting some outrageous story. 

It wasn't long before the wedding night became the main topic of conversation.

"You know," Tyler said loudly, smirking at Jake, "I still can’t quite believe what we did at your wedding. I mean we all fucked your bride only a few hours before you actually got married."

Ryan chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced my way. "You’re right, Ty. I've never attended a wedding where the bride showed such enthusiasm for pleasing the guests."

Warmth flooded my cheeks, but I smirked right back, meeting his gaze boldly. "Well, Ryan, some of us like to make sure our guests leave satisfied."

Laughter rippled through the group, Jake's hand slipping around my waist, his fingers pressing lightly against my hip. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

"Careful, Katie. You'll get them all worked up again."

I turned slightly, my lips brushing his ear. "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

His grip tightened slightly, eyes darkening with familiar hunger. The anticipation in the room was becoming palpable, the air charged with playful tension.

Then Emily, her cheeks flushed from wine or excitement, or both, cleared her throat dramatically, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, enough tiptoeing around," she declared boldly, her soft brown eyes sweeping around the group. "Let's be honest: we've all been thinking about the wedding party night, haven't we?"

No one spoke. A thick silence settled, the room holding its breath, waiting.

Emily continued, her voice lower now, dripping with temptation. "We all had so much fun at the wedding, why don’t we do it again?"

My pulse raced, eyes darting around the group. Jake’s fingers tightened around my waist. The room filled with exchanged glances and knowing smirks as the silence slowly melted into eager grins and murmurs of agreement.

Emily looked directly at me, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.

The indecent proposal had been made.

And we were all more than ready to accept.

Everyone exchanged mischievous glances, playful smirks confirming we were all more than ready. But Rachel raised a hand, commanding attention with a seductive yet authoritative tone.

“Easy now,” Rachel said, voice smooth and teasing. “We need some ground rules first. Let’s not just jump straight into it like animals. I propose we play a little game. You know, something to help break the ice properly, rather than immediately shagging on the living room floor.” Her voice carried authority despite her tiny frame, everyone just wanted to do as she said.

Tyler, who was midway through tugging down his trousers, froze comically. “Wait, you mean we're not getting straight to it?” He feigned disappointment, sighing dramatically as he tugged them back up. “Fine. We’ll do it your way, Rachel.”

A round of laughter rippled through the room. Rachel smiled indulgently and stepped forward, carrying three empty bowls she'd grabbed from the table. She placed them down gently on the coffee table in the middle of us all.

“Here’s the game,” she began, her voice authoritative but playful. “Everyone writes down one sexual action, one body part, and one condition or restriction. We’ll toss each of the slips into the appropriate bowl and mix them up. Then we'll draw one from each bowl and see what we get.”

Jake chuckled softly beside me, whispering, “Sex Mad Libs. This should be interesting.”

I leaned into him, whispering back, “Let’s just hope you’re as creative on paper as you are in bed.”

Once everyone had finished scribbling down their naughty contributions, Rachel gave the bowls a dramatic shake. “Let’s see what fate has in store for us,” she announced, drawing out the first slips and smirking at what they revealed.

"Emily, you’re up first," Rachel said, her eyes sparkling wickedly as she read aloud: "Lick… inner thighs… while restrained."

A low murmur of approval rippled through the room. Emily’s cheeks flushed, but her eyes lit with excitement. "And who exactly is restraining me?"

A length of silk rope was conveniently produced; Rachel had clearly come prepared. Ryan carefully tied Emily’s wrists behind her back, gentle but firm, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Then Rachel smiled mischievously. “Oh, and Emily, the thighs you’ll be licking belong to the next person round: Matt.”

Matt’s eyes widened slightly, but he stepped forward willingly enough. Emily sank gracefully to her knees, hands secured behind her back.

Emily tilted her head upward, locking eyes with Matt as a mischievous smile curved her lips. Leaning forward, she caught the waistband of Matt's trousers between her teeth, gently tugging the fabric. Matt inhaled sharply, a quiet laugh escaping him as he watched her determinedly work the button open, her lips and teeth working carefully yet sensually.

With painstaking care, Emily gripped the zipper tab between her teeth, drawing it down slowly, deliberately. The sound of the zipper descending echoed softly in the tense silence. Once fully unzipped, she moved lower, mouth gripping the fabric firmly, pulling Matt’s trousers and boxers down inch by tantalizing inch until they pooled around his ankles. Giving everyone a view of Matt's magnificent member, standing out proudly, already hard. 

She leaned forward again, lips brushing teasingly over Matt's now exposed inner thighs, making him tense visibly, his breath catching.

The room fell silent as everyone watched the slow, sensual display. Emily let her tongue trail leisurely up Matt’s thigh, teasing him expertly, her eyes locked onto his face, relishing his reaction. Matt’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, letting Emily work her teasing magic.

When she paused, leaving a glistening trail behind, Matt exhaled raggedly, clearly fighting to stay composed. Emily glanced up, meeting my gaze, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips before she shifted slightly higher, inching her mouth dangerously close to Matt’s cock, making everyone hold their breath.

“God, Emily,” Matt groaned softly, fingers clenching into fists at his sides.

Just when I thought she would go further, rather, as I wished she would go further, Emily pulled back slightly, glancing up at Rachel, eyes glittering mischievously. “How am I doing so far?”

Rachel laughed softly, shaking her head. “Too good, but remember the instructions. Inner thighs only.”

Emily pouted playfully. “Spoilsport.”

But Rachel wasn’t having it. “Rules are rules, sweetheart,” she said firmly, though the heat in her eyes betrayed her own arousal.

Emily sighed dramatically, but then grinned, flicking her tongue boldly across Matt’s skin again before sitting back on her heels.

Rachel reached into the bowls again. “Let’s see what’s next,” she purred, her eyes glittering with anticipation as she revealed the next slips of paper. I knew this one would be for Matt to perform on me.

Rachel dramatically unfolded the cards, her voice smooth and teasing as she slowly read them aloud.

"Finger..."

Immediately, everyone's attention sharpened, bodies leaning forward, excitement clear in their eyes. I felt a warm rush of thrilled anticipation spread through me.

"Breasts..."

A collective groan of disappointment swept through the group, mingled with playful laughs.

"Oh, come on!" Sophie protested loudly, shaking her head. "We were all hoping for something filthier than that."

Tyler chuckled, running his hand through his dark hair. "Seriously, Rachel? That's practically PG-rated."

Rachel held up one finger to silence everyone, eyes twinkling mischievously as she revealed the final card.

"...while talking dirty."

The entire group erupted into laughter and cheers again, delighted by the unexpected twist. All eyes landed immediately on Matt, whose face turned several shades redder than I had ever seen. His eyes widened, clearly uncomfortable at the thought.

"Dirty talk?" Jenna teased, giggling as she nudged him playfully. "Oh, this should be interesting."

Matt exhaled sharply, clearly embarrassed. "Great," he muttered sarcastically, running a hand nervously through his short sandy blond hair. "Just what I was hoping for."

Emily laughed, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement as she leaned forward eagerly. "Don't worry, Matt, we're all friends here. Just say what's on your mind. I promise we’re all thinking much worse."

Matt glanced briefly at me, offering a sheepish smile. Despite his discomfort, there was a spark in his blue eyes, something darker beneath the surface that promised this challenge would push him, and me, far beyond simple embarrassment.

"Well, Katie," Matt murmured softly, his deep voice vibrating gently as he sat down, pulling me smoothly onto his lap. His hands settled on my waist, guiding me down comfortably until I was resting against him, my heartbeat quickening.

"Relax," he whispered softly into my ear, "I'm going to enjoy this as much as you will."

I exhaled shakily, feeling the heat in his words. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, slipping up my sides, teasing upwards until his rough fingers brushed the sensitive area just beneath my breasts.

Around us, the circle tightened, bodies leaning forward, breaths hitching, anticipation palpable. Jake’s hazel eyes glittered possessively, fixed on me, filled with a hunger that matched my own.

With gentle insistence, Matt lifted my tight dress over my head, revealing my bare skin beneath. I wore no bra. I often went braless as my breasts were quite small and today I had been hoping for just such a reveal. The sudden exposure drew approving murmurs and sighs from the group.

"Fuck, Katie," Ryan breathed, eyes wide and appreciative.

Emily bit her lower lip, leaning forward slightly, unable to hide her own excitement.

Matt’s strong, sure hands cupped my small breasts, thumbs brushing teasingly over my nipples, making them harden instantly under his touch. My head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure rippled through me.

"You love this, don’t you?" Matt murmured into my ear, voice low, a rough whisper just loud enough for me alone. "You love showing off these perfect tits to everyone, feeling their eyes on you."

I moaned softly, a rush of arousal surging through me. "Yes," I whispered back breathlessly.

He gave one nipple a firm pinch, eliciting a gasp from me, and Rachel let out an audible moan, clearly enjoying the sight. Jenna squirmed slightly, visibly flustered, her eyes locked onto me.

Matt leaned closer, his voice low, husky, but just audible enough for the circle to hear every filthy word. "Look how fucking turned on they are, Katie. They're all imagining it's their hands on you, teasing these perfect little tits, making you squirm like the filthy little exhibitionist you are."

My breath quickened, my body trembling at his words. The sensation of being watched, of being talked about so openly, pushed every one of my buttons, sending heat flooding between my thighs.

Jake’s eyes burned into mine, hungry, possessive, clearly loving the display.

Matt’s hands continued their teasing, rolling my nipples between his fingers, squeezing and tugging until my back arched involuntarily, a desperate little gasp escaping my lips.

"That’s it," Matt whispered, his voice rougher now, "show everyone how much you love this."

“Oh my god,” Sophie murmured breathlessly, shifting in her seat, her eyes wide with open desire.

Tyler’s smirk widened. "Matt's found his calling, apparently."

But Matt wasn't listening, his attention entirely on me as he whispered again, voice low and commanding, “Just wait until I really get my hands on you later, Katie. I promise, you'll scream louder than you did at the wedding.”

I shuddered, gripping his forearms tightly, barely managing to control the desperate moan caught in my throat.

One of Matts hands started moving lower, sliding down over my stomach towards my core. Everyone watched with rapt attention as his fingers started to play over my underwear. Rachel finally spoke up, voice thick with arousal, her eyes gleaming wickedly. "Alright, Matt, calm down. Remember the rules, breasts only. I think It’s time to move on."

Matt withdrew slowly, leaving me flushed and aching, my body screaming for more as he returned to his place in the circle. Our eyes met briefly, both knowing this was only the beginning.

Rachel reached into the bowls again, eyes sparkling mischievously as she slowly drew out the slips of paper, her lips curling into a delighted smirk as she read them aloud.

"Katie," she began, savouring every word, "your turn. Your challenge is: 'Suck…'"

A ripple of excitement passed around the circle, anticipation building as we waited breathlessly for the next word.

Rachel paused dramatically, then continued: "Every cock…"

My eyes widened in surprise, and I let out a shocked laugh. "Wait, what? Who the hell put 'every cock' in the bowl?"

Around me, the group erupted into a chorus of cheers, laughter, and appreciative whistles.

Rachel raised an amused eyebrow at me. "But wait, there's more. You have to do it while desperately begging for more."

Another round of enthusiastic applause and laughter filled the room. My cheeks flushed hot, but I met their teasing gazes with playful defiance. "You absolute sex pests." I laughed, shaking my head. "Alright, bring it on." In truth I couldn’t have been more eager to perform my challenge after Matt's skillful nipple play.

I shifted onto my knees, taking my place confidently in the centre of the circle as the boys eagerly moved in closer, shedding clothes quickly. Jake, Matt, Ryan, and Tyler surrounded me, each already hardening, their eyes hungry.

"Well," I teased, looking up at them, eyes dancing with excitement. "Gather round, boys. This should be fun!"

Jake stepped closer first, his thick cock standing ready, familiar and inviting. I leaned forward eagerly, taking him deeply into my mouth, tasting him, moaning softly as he groaned in response.

As I came up for air, remembering my instructions, I gasped desperately, looking into Jake’s eyes. "Fuck, I need more, Jake. Please, I need them all."

Tyler laughed approvingly, stepping forward, guiding his cock to my lips. I took him quickly, swirling my tongue around his tip before sliding down his shaft, moaning deliberately. Pulling away briefly, breathless, I whispered, “God, please, I need more. You know it’s not enough.” looking each of them desperately in the eyes.

Ryan didn't hesitate, pressing his length toward my eager mouth next. My eyes locked with his as I sucked him in deeply, feeling the appreciative shudder run through him. I let out another desperate moan as I pulled off him, meeting his gaze as I begged shamelessly, “Please, guys, I need all of you. I want everything you’ve got.”

Finally, Matt stepped forward, face flushed but eyes alight with desire. His impressive cock twitched in front of my face. I paused, taking him in, breathing out shakily. He was enormous, almost intimidating, but that just made me wetter. I eagerly wrapped my lips around him, taking as much as I could handle, savouring the way he moaned, his muscles tightening with pleasure.

Drawing back, gasping loudly, I looked up at Matt, letting everyone hear the desperation in my voice. "Fuck, Matt, I need you. I need all of you. Please don't stop; give me more."

The room filled with heated murmurs and encouraging cheers. Everyone’s eyes burned into me, feeding the thrill that ran through my core.

The taste of Matt lingered on my tongue as I pulled back, breathing heavily. My heart was racing, body flushed, every nerve alight from being watched by my closest friends. I glanced up at Rachel, expecting her to call time, but instead, she simply smirked, eyes dark and approving.

"Don't stop on our account, Katie," she murmured seductively, leaning back, legs spread slightly as she settled in to enjoy the show. "You're clearly loving this."

She was right. I couldn't stop now, not with four delicious cocks surrounding me, throbbing with desire. The thrill was intoxicating, overwhelming. I turned back eagerly, eyes glittering with lust.

"Come on," I breathed, my voice thick with desperation. "I want more."

Jake stepped forward again, confidence radiating from every muscle, his thick cock bobbing enticingly. But before I could fully take him in again, Ryan joined, pressing close, his hard length nudging insistently against Jake’s.

"You think you can handle both of us again, Katie?" Jake challenged, his voice a husky tease.

I shivered, my pulse quickening. Memories from our wedding night flooded back, vivid and exhilarating, the feel of both their cocks filling me, stretching me, the impossible fullness I craved again.

"God, yes," I moaned, breathless with need. "Please, both of you."

They didn’t hesitate.

Jake pressed forward first, his cock filling my mouth, sliding over my tongue. Then Ryan nudged in beside him, forcing me to stretch my lips wide, the two men sharing my mouth as their shafts rubbed against each other, duelling for position.

The rest of the group had grown silent, their heated stares fixed intently on the filthy sight before them. Emily’s hand had slipped between her legs, her breathing shallow and fast as she watched intently, biting her lip. Sophie was flushed, gripping Jenna’s thigh, clearly enjoying every second, while Jenna was openly teasing herself, completely absorbed by our filthy display.

Matt and Tyler had stepped back slightly, still breathing hard, watching us with eyes heavy with arousal and a quiet intensity that sent a fresh surge of desire through me.

Rachel just smiled wickedly, entirely satisfied with the scene she had orchestrated.

Jake groaned deeply, fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my rhythm as Ryan thrust gently alongside him, their cocks sliding against each other inside my mouth, stretching my lips in the most wonderfully filthy way.

“Fuck, Katie,” Ryan groaned, his breathing harsh, eyes locked onto mine. “You really are such a fucking slut. You love having both our cocks filling that greedy mouth.”

The dirty talk sent a fresh surge of heat rushing straight to my core. I moaned around their cocks, saliva dripping messily down my chin, my eyes watering as I took them both even deeper, determined to push them to the edge.

Jake gripped my hair tightly, hips thrusting harder, fucking my mouth with long, possessive strokes. “Fuck, Katie, that’s it. Take us both. Let everyone see how much you want this.”

The room was filled with the filthy, wet sounds of my mouth working over them, mixed with ragged breaths and whispered encouragement from our captivated friends.

"God, she's incredible," Emily murmured shakily, fingers tracing over her breasts. “I could watch this forever.”

Jake and Ryan both tensed, their rhythm quickening, movements more urgent as they thrust in tandem, filling my mouth completely. It was clear that while they were focused on me both of them enjoyed the feel of the other's cock sliding against theirs. My throat tightened around them, tongue swirling, sucking hard, desperately pushing them closer and closer to release.

“Fuck, Katie, I can’t hold back,” Jake groaned, muscles flexing as his grip tightened in my hair.

Ryan cursed sharply, body shuddering. “Me neither. Fuck, you're so good.”

They both erupted almost simultaneously, hot cum filling my mouth, overflowing down my chin. I swallowed greedily, moaning as their release dripped messily over my lips. Their bodies trembled, thrusting gently through their aftershocks, while cheers and gasps erupted from everyone around us.

I pulled back slowly, breathless and dazed, eyes glazed with satisfaction as I wiped my mouth. I glanced at Rachel again, half-expecting her playful reprimand, but instead, she simply leaned back in her chair, smirking wickedly.

"Well done, Katie," she teased, eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Although you mostly focused on two rather than all the cocks. I’ll allow it, though."

I licked my lips slowly, savouring their taste, eyes dancing as I glanced around the group.

“Gee, thanks!" I muttered, out of breath. "Who’s up next?”