The scorching July sun beat down relentlessly on the backyard as Jake and I hosted our annual patriotic barbecue for his coworkers. I lounged in the hammock, soothed by the occasional breeze, the thin fabric of my red, white, and blue bikini leaving little to the imagination, the skimpy top barely containing my ample breasts. Beads of sweat trickled down my body, glistening on my bronzed skin. I felt proud and patriotic, the perfect hostess for our 4th of July cookout.

My husband, Jake, and his coworkers were gathered around the grill, sipping cold beers and flipping burgers. The savory scent of sizzling burgers and dogs wafted through the humid air, making my mouth water. I felt the heat of envious eyes on my body as my husband Jake's coworkers ogled me from the grill.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as they joked and laughed, enjoying the carefree summer afternoon. Patriotism mixed with pride swelled in my chest. I loved being the center of attention, the queen bee. And today, I was determined to make quite the impression.

"Hey there, sexy," a deep voice rumbled. I lazily opened my eyes to see muscles bulging under a tight white tank top. It was Matt, one of Jake's colleagues, whom I had flirted with shamelessly at the office party the previous week.

"Hey yourself, hot stuff," I purred, licking my lips. "Care to bring me another mojito?"

A devilish grin spread across Matt's chiseled face as he sauntered off to fetch my drink. I could feel other gazes on me then - Mark, Tim, and Greg, all of whom were ogling my body like wolves eyeing a piece of meat.

As the sun began to sink lower towards the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant streaks of orange and pink, I noticed the guys starting to set up the firework equipment that Jake had spent weeks planning. I watched with growing anticipation as they carefully loaded each pyrotechnic into place, eager for the explosive show. Jake always put on an impressive display, much to the delight of our neighbors.

But as night fell and the stars began to emerge, I watched with growing concern as my husband and his coworkers continued knocking back one beer after another with reckless abandon to beat the heat, getting drunker and drunker. Their slurred words and raucous laughter grew louder, echoing in the balmy night. I rolled my eyes - typical. Men couldn't handle their liquor.

By the time the fireworks were ready to go, Jake had passed out cold on the lawn, snoring peacefully. His coworkers looked about ready to join him. Fighting a swell of disappointment, I retreated inside to start tidying up, figuring a Fourth of July sans fireworks was hardly worth celebrating.

But as I washed the dishes, elbow deep in soapy water, lost in my own melancholy, I heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind. Whirling around, I found myself face to face with Matt, Mark, Tim, and Greg filling the doorway, their eyes dark and hungry as they drank in the sight of my nearly naked body. My gaze darted to the hallway, hoping Jake would come to my rescue. But he was still dead to the world outside.

"Well, well..." drawled the tallest of the four, with broad shoulders, Mark. "Looks like we found ourselves a naughty little firecracker. All dolled up and waiting for us."

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. Because I knew they were right. I had been hoping for some excitement that night. And at that point, it seemed fate had delivered it right to my doorstop. Without a word, they advanced on me, backing me against the counter. I could smell the boozy scent of their skin, feel the heat of their bodies crowding close.

Mark reached out to cup my jaw, his thumb roughly caressing my plump bottom lip. I trembled under his touch, a confusing cocktail of fear and desire swirling in my gut.

"Such a pretty little patriot," he purred, before crushing his mouth to mine in a searing kiss.

I melted into him, my mind and body surrendering to his dominance. Fingers dug into my hips as the other men pressed against me from behind, their hard erections digging urgently into my scantily clad ass.

A large hand grasped my breast while another slid between my legs, stroking my sensitive folds. I should have protested, but their rough touches sent jolts of electric desire racing through my core. Giddy with lust and giddy with the thrill of being taken by Jake's friends, I let them lead me by the hand, stumbling down to the basement, sealing my fate.

Down in the dimly lit den, the cool space enveloped me as they stripped off my flimsy bikini, eager to get at the prize beneath, and pounced with their strong hands and hard bodies. I stood quivering and exposed between them, my breath coming in ragged pants. The men took their time exploring my body; hands and mouth mapping every curve and hollow.

Before I could catch my breath, I found myself naked. Hot desire scorched through my veins as I was laid out on the dusty pool table, the rough felt scraping my sensitive skin. Mark spread my legs and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue delving deep to lap at my dripping slit. I nearly screamed as his coworker shoved a thick cock into my mouth, immediately starting to fuck my face. The salty musk of his balls slapped lewdly against my chin.

Matt was already plunging into my wet pussy, his thick cock stretching my walls deliciously. "Oh fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, slamming into me hard enough to make the table shake.

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind consumed by the sensations. I felt Tim's tongue delving into my ass next, his strong hands spreading my cheeks wide. "Fuck, this ass is tight," he groaned before forcing his way into my virgin asshole, tearing through that tight ring of muscle. Searing pain gave way to startling pleasure as he set a brutal pace, stretching me around his girth.

They each took a turn, plunging deep into my dripping, eager holes, their thrusts rough and relentless. At one point, I found myself pinned and penetrated from all angles, stuffed full in every hole, my body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Mark pushed onto his knees, rubbing the head of his dick against my lips. "Open up, baby girl. Suck my cock."

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as he fucked my face. I was being used in every hole, filled and stretched to the brim. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so fucking good.

At one point, I found myself on my hands and knees, the four men taking turns pounding into my sopping cunt. "Look at you, you filthy slut. Taking all our cocks like a good whore," Matt sneered, smacking my ass.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I pushed them back. I was being used, but I couldn't deny the ecstasy rocketing through my body.

They switched it up, Tim and Mark holding my legs wide as Greg railed into my tight asshole. Matt stood in front of me, his cock weeping with need. "Open up, my little cock slut."

I sealed my lips around him once more, bobbing my head in a frenzy. Matt's fingers twisted painfully in my hair as he fucked my throat hard.

I was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, my mind shattered, every hole stuffed full, my body pinned between three men as they ruthlessly used me like a sex doll for their pleasure, passed around and ruined. But I couldn't resist the intense pleasure consuming my body. Liquor sloshed forgotten in the glasses abandoned nearby, my only focus was the explosive ecstasy building low in my belly.

"I'm gonna cum," Greg roared, his cock twitching inside my ass.

I felt Mark twitch and spurt hot streams of come deep inside me, triggering my climax. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Mark's plunging cock.

But the others were still going strong, rutting into me with single-minded determination. Greg shoved a final time before flooding my passage with his release; Matt joined in, groaning as he erupted down my throat, emptying his load deep into my mouth.

I was left a boneless, whimpering mess, covered in sweat and cum and men's fluids. The four perpetrators rolled off me to collapse on the floor, chests heaving.

I lay there in the aftermath, my mind slowly coming back online. What had I done? As the fog of lust cleared, guilt crashed over me in a cold wave. I was married. I had just cheated on my husband in our own home.

When it was finally over, the men staggered up the stairs, leaving me defiled and dripping on the pool table. Gathering my torn clothes, I slowly pulled them back on and stumbled upstairs, wincing at the ache between my legs. Sick with shame, I struggled up on unsteady legs. I had to clean up and pretend this never happened. I prayed Jake would never find out. But I had a feeling this night would haunt me for a long time to come, like a dark shadow in the corner of my soul.

The next morning, I limped out to the kitchen, sore in places I'd never been before. Jake glanced up from his coffee, noticed my slight limp, and furrowed his brow with concern. "What happened to you, babe? You okay?" he asked, though his bloodshot eyes betrayed his own lingering hangover. “You're walking funny.”

I forced a smile, the image of three men using me filthily flashing through my mind. "Oh, uh, yeah. Just clumsy," I muttered with a tight smile. "I just tripped and landed on something hard."

And in my own twisted way, it was the honest truth. I had stumbled headlong into a night of wild, uninhibited passion with Jake's friends, a transgressive encounter that marked my mind and body in ways I was still discovering. But the price of that pleasure weighed heavily on my heart, and I wondered what fireworks it would set off in my marriage.

As Jake pulled me close for a tender kiss, I couldn't help but grin. It was a Fourth of July I would never forget. The fireworks had exploded between my legs, and I was still flying high from the experience.