The moment everyone tossed aside the blindfolds, everyone seemed to get a new lease of energy.

Jake was still inside me, his cock still hard despite the mind-blowing orgasm we had just shared. I could feel his hunger, his relentless drive, the way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I rocked against him again. Then Rachel appeared standing over us.

A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she crouched down beside me, her sharp grey eyes flicking between us. "Mind if I join in?" she asked, her voice like silk, smooth, confident, and soaked in sin.

Jake groaned beneath me, as if to say, yes, fucking please.

Rachel took that as her answer.

She swung a leg over, positioning herself above Jake’s face, her hands sliding up her thighs before she slowly, deliberately lowered herself down onto his mouth.

A shuddering gasp left her lips the moment Jake’s tongue met her.

I watched, entranced.

Rachel’s body arched as she rocked her hips, grinding down onto my fiancé’s face, her breath hitching with every expert flick of his tongue. Her head tilted back, her red-stained lips parting in pleasure, her fingers curling into Jake’s hair as she urged him deeper.

I knew how good his mouth was. I knew exactly how he could unravel a woman.

And watching him work Rachel like that, watching her pleasure as she writhed atop him, was so fucking hot.

Rachel’s body was stunning.

Her skin was smooth, her breasts even smaller than mine, her pointy pink nipples standing out prominently, already hard.

I bit my lip, entranced by the sight.

She let out a soft moan, her body shuddering at whatever Jake was doing to her.

My hand reached out. I gently brushed my fingers over one of her nipples, testing, teasing, just to see how she’d react.

Rachel moaned, her head tilting forward, her stormy grey eyes locking onto mine.

“Oh, fuck, Katie,” she breathed, her voice dripping with pleasure.

Her reaction sent a sharp jolt of arousal through me.

I tweaked her nipple between my fingers, rolling it, watching the way her mouth fell open, the way she trembled, the way her breath stuttered as she felt it. I was trying to emulate Tyler’s tweaking, which had been so effective on me. I’m not sure how close I got but Rachel seemed to be enjoying it.

Jake moaned beneath us as he devoured her.

Rachel shuddered, her hips pressing down harder, riding Jake’s face as I continued playing with her pert nipples, teasing her, testing what she liked.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” I murmured, watching her closely.

Rachel smirked through a breathless moan. “And you really seem to know what you’re doing.”

I grinned. “Maybe.”

Then I leaned in, licking one of her nipples.

Rachel gasped, as she rocked harder against Jake. Her hands running up the sides of my body as I tasted the sweat on her skin. I rode Jake hard, feeling him stretch me over and over, while Rachel ground herself down onto his face, moaning as we worked her together.

But even through the haze of pleasure, I was aware of everything happening around me.

Emily’s cries were unmistakable, loud, desperate, as she came hard around Ryan, her body shaking as he thrust into her. Throwing her head back, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Nearby, Tyler and Sophie were going wild.

"Fucking harder," Sophie gasped, her nails raking down his chest. "Come on, you weak little shit, is that all you’ve got?"

Tyler growled, gripping her hair and forcing her back onto his cock. "You’re such a fucking slut," he hissed.

"Then slap me like one," she challenged, her voice thick with desperation.

A sharp crack cut through the air as Tyler slapped Sophie’s face.

She gasped, her body shuddering, not in pain, but in pure pleasure.

"Again," she moaned, her fingers curling into his hair. "Fucking do it again."

Tyler obliged. It was clear they were familiar with each other already and both seemed to like it very rough.

Across the deck, Matt had Jenna bent over one of the lounge chairs, his hands gripping her hips, pounding into her from behind.

"Jesus Christ, Matt," Jenna gasped, pushing back against him. "You’re so fucking big!"

"You were begging for it." Matt grunted, his jaw clenched, his thrusts merciless. "Take it."

Bodies tangled together, moans and cries echoing through the night, everyone completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

I heard Emily’s voice through the chaos.

"Go fuck her, fuck the little slut." she told Ryan, her voice breathless, but still commanding.

I turned my head and found Emily and Ryan staring at me. Emily continued, making eye contact with me as she did “I want to watch you fuck my best friend on her wedding day and make her scream your name.”

Oh, fuck.

Ryan pulled out of Emily slowly, his cock still achingly hard, and started walking toward us.

Rachel, still straddling Jake’s face, opened her eyes just enough to grin.

"Looks like we have company," she murmured, still breathless, her fingers trailing down my arm.

Ryan stopped beside us, his hands flexing at his sides, his body still glistening from his time with Emily.

"Is there space for one more?" he asked, his voice low, rough, eager.

Jake’s grip on my hips tightened, his cock twitching inside me.

I shivered.

Rachel smirked, reaching down to stroke Jake’s jaw, making him groan beneath her.

"What do you think, Jakey?" she purred, rocking her hips against Jake’s mouth. "Wanna share your fiancée?"

Jake growled against Rachel’s skin, unable to answer with his mouth covered by pussy. One of his hands raised up and gave a thumbs up as he continued to thrust into me excitedly.

I had expected Ryan to thrust into my ass.

I had braced for it, pressing my hands into Jake’s chest, still trembling from how hard he had just taken me. I was ready for that stretch.

But that wasn’t what he did.

Instead, Ryan moved behind me, his thick length sliding between my legs but not into my exposed and empty ass, but alongside Jake as he thrust into my pussy.

My breath caught in my throat.

I barely had time to react before I felt the first push, the undeniable pressure as Ryan slid himself inside me right next to Jake, their cocks pressing together inside me.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Even the sounds of the others around us, the moans, the gasps, the filthy encouragement, faded into nothing but the shock of the pressure.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Jake’s voice was muffled against Rachel’s snatch, his hips jerking involuntarily as Ryan sank deeper.

"Oh my God," I gasped, my nails digging into Jake’s chest. "Too much,  I, fuck,"

Ryan let out a low, strained groan as he pressed further, his cock dueling against Jake’s inside me, forcing me to accommodate something I never thought possible.

My entire body shook with the intensity of it. It was too much. I was too full, but also... God, it was insanely good.

Jake grunted beneath me, still reeling, but as Ryan started to move Jake’s protest turned into a choked, "Ohhh."

"Oh, I don't hate this," he murmured, his voice staggered with pleasure. Rachel had lifted herself up as bit as Jake faltered in his ministrations due to this new distraction.

Rachel let out a short, amused laugh. "Well, fuck," she murmured, looking at the scene in front of her, "if you’re moving onto two cocks, I need to get at least one."

She climbed off Jake, her smirk wicked as she wandered across the deck, her hunger clear in every step. She moved toward Matt, just as he pulled out of Jenna, her body still trembling from her own release.

But I could barely focus on that.

Because inside me, the two cocks were moving.

Ryan and Jake were falling into rhythm, one pulling out as the other pushed in, forcing my body to take every inch, every stretch, every clash of sensation between them.

"Jesus," Ryan groaned, his hands gripping my waist. "This is... fuck, Katie, you’re squeezing the life out of me."

"I... fuck," I gasped, my head falling forward, my body still shocked, still adjusting to the impossible fullness, but at the same time, my nerves were screaming with pleasure. "I don’t even know how you’re both in there. Fuck, oh fucky shit fuck." I trailed off in a stream of invective as the boys continued their work, the two of them using my body in a way that left me near insensible between them.

Jake let out a guttural sound in response. "I don’t care," he gritted out, thrusting up hard, making me cry out. "Holy fuck, I don’t care how we are both fitting in but I can’t believe it feels this good."

Every push and pull, every stretch and retreat, every second of overwhelming sensation sent me spiraling further into something I had never felt before.

It was too much. It was perfect. 

Every shift, every roll of their hips, every deep stroke sent another wave of pressure through me, as I forced my body to accommodate both of them at once. It was almost overwhelming, and yet I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop wanting more.

Jake let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into my waist. “Jesus, fuck,” he muttered, his voice muffled against my skin.

Ryan groaned behind me, his hands sliding up my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, gripping everything as he worked himself deeper. "You feel unreal, Katie. I can feel him sliding against me inside you."

Jake shuddered beneath me, his lips parting, his breath coming faster. "Yeah. Fuck. Me too."

The idea that my soon to be husband was getting off on his cock rubbing against his best friends inside of me was intoxicating. And I had to agree the sensation was insane, two cocks moving inside me, pushing against each other, their lengths dueling as they filled me completely. I gasped at the relentless friction, the way my body tightened around them both, the way my nerves sparked with overstimulation.

Ryan cursed, his voice strained. "So tight, fuck, I can barely thrust."

Their rhythm, one pushing in as the other pulled out, keeping me constantly full, the stretch never easing. The sensation had me gasping, whimpering, clinging to Jake as pleasure built between us like an inferno.

"Fuck, Katie," Ryan muttered, his fingers tightening on my hips. "You’re taking it so well."

"I…" I couldn’t form words, could barely think, my mind clouded with nothing but sensation. "It’s… Oh fuck Ryan this is…Fuck Jake..This is, Oh my God!" I was unable to finish the sentence. Only able to moan out their names as the two men continued to fucked me.

I could hear Emily saying something from beside me but I couldn’t tell what it was as I screamed out her partner's name. 

Ryan groaned behind me, his thrusts turning sharper, less controlled. "Fuck," he muttered, "I’m getting close."

Jake let out a strangled breath. "Yeah," he admitted, his body tightening beneath me. "Shit, me too."

Their movements sped up, becoming erratic, harder, faster, their hands gripping me, holding me still as they chased their pleasure.

I cried out, my body rocking between them, my breath coming in gasps as they pounded into me with unrelenting force.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ryan groaned, his voice breaking, his thrusts frantic. He buried himself deep, his body tensing, a strangled sound tearing from his throat as he let go, his seed surging into me, hot and thick, pulsing between us.

I felt it.

And so did Jake.

Jake let out a shaky moan, his jaw clenching as the sensation hit him, the warmth of Ryan’s cum flooding my walls and covering over his cock. "Holy fuck," he gasped. "Jesus Christ, I can feel it!"

Ryan groaned, his head tipping forward, his fingers gripping my waist, his breath shuddering against my back as he emptied himself completely.

Jake slammed into me one last time, his body jerking beneath me as he followed, his cock throbbing, his own release spilling out, mixing with Ryan’s, filling me to the brim.

"Fuck," Jake groaned, his grip tightening, his fingers pressing bruises into my hips as he rode out his orgasm, his body trembling beneath me.

I gasped, still caught between them, too full, feeling their warmth seeping out of me, my body still aching, still shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

Ryan exhaled, still pressed against my back, his fingers trailing up my sides as he let out a breathless chuckle. "Damn," he muttered, "that was... holy fuck."

Jake let out a short laugh beneath me. "Yeah."

I could barely stand.

My thighs trembled as I pulled away from Jake and Ryan, my body still pulsing from the sheer overload of sensation. My skin was slick with sweat, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

I was sore, so sore. But I was also aching, I hadn’t climaxed. I had been pushed, stretched, filled to the brim, and yet the final release had eluded me, leaving me stranded in a haze of aching frustration  and raw, desperate need.

I didn’t know what to do.

I wasn’t sure I could handle another cock, not after everything my vagina had just been through.

But the throbbing heat between my legs told me I needed something, someone.

And Emily noticed.

I barely registered her presence until she was in front of me, her eyes filled with knowing concern, her full lips curled in a small, teasing smile.

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, reaching out to steady me, her fingers trailing lightly over my arms. “Come here and let me take care of you?”

I swallowed hard, as she ran her hands down my sides, her touch soft, teasing, nothing like the rough, relentless pounding I had just endured.

I could only nod.

She guided me backward, laying me down onto the cushions, her hands smoothing over my trembling thighs as she eased me onto my back.

Then she knelt between my legs, her red hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.

I gasped as she kissed the inside of my thigh, gently, reverently, her lips pressing soft, lingering touches along my overheated flesh.

A shiver ran through me.

Emily’s hands slid up, her fingers grazing over my stomach, up to my ribs, tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin as she kissed her way closer.

I felt the first delicate flick of her tongue, just a featherlight touch over my swollen, aching clit, and my entire body shuddered.

“Emily. Oh Emily.” I gasped, my fingers twitching against the cushions.

She hummed against me, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of heat through my spine.

“Shhh,” she murmured, pressing a lingering kiss against my sensitive flesh. “Just let me do everything.”

Then, she devoured me, not with the frenzy of a man desperate to make me fall apart. She was careful. Deliberate.

She took her time, her tongue sliding in slow, precise strokes, coaxing rather than overwhelming, letting me recover as she built up my climax.

My thighs quivered around her shoulders, my breath coming in shallow, stuttering gasps as she worked her mouth over me, her lips soft, gentle, her tongue dipping lower between my sensitive folds before swirling back up, circling my clit in a slow, agonizing rhythm.

I moaned, my hands sliding into her red hair. My body was so sensitive, so raw from everything that had happened, and Emily knew exactly what I needed.

Her fingers ghosted over my skin, tracing patterns on my stomach as she continued her slow, sensual worship.

And then she groaned. The sound sent a shockwave through me. She was enjoying this.

Enjoying the taste of me, of what Jake and Ryan had left behind, the cum spilling from me as she worked, mixing with my own juices as she lapped it up, her tongue working in long, languid strokes.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my body twitching.

Emily chuckled, her tongue flicking just right, making me jolt.

“I knew you’d like this,” she murmured.

I gasped, my back arching as she pushed my legs wider, holding me open as she savored me, taking her time, teasing me with every slow, skilled movement.

She was drinking in my pleasure, dragging it out, controlling it, keeping me on the edge without pushing me over.

I moaned, my fingers tightening in her hair, my legs trembling around her shoulders.

"Oh God, Thak you, this is, oooh fuck Emily!"

I let my head fall back, my body trembling, still on the razor’s edge between exhaustion and aching need.

Her mouth worked over me, slow and precise, her tongue swirling over my sensitive flesh with deliberate, teasing strokes. I felt her moan against me, the vibrations sending sharp jolts of heat through my spine as she licked everything. Dipping her tongue inside, drawing out every last drop, her red hair fanning across my thighs as she took her time.

I shuddered, my fingers threading through her hair, my body overwhelmed with sensation.

I opened my eyes, taking in the scenes happening around me.

Tyler and Sophie were still going at it with raw intensity.

He had her pinned beneath him now, his body taut with exertion, his muscles flexing as he slammed into her while one hand was wrapped round the neck, choking her.

Occasionally, he would let her breathe, but she just used those moments not to gasp for air, but to goad him.

"Too gentle, Tyler," she panted, her lips curling in a teasing smirk. "Come on, I thought you could handle me."

Tyler growled, his fingers curling around her throat, pinning her down. "You really don’t know when to shut up, do you, slut?"

Sophie only moaned in response, arching up against him, demanding more.

Not far from them, Rachel and Jenna were still tangled up with Matt.

Rachel’s slight, lithe body was fully impaled on his thick length, her back arched, her fingers digging into his chest as she took him all the way.

Her moans were sharp and breathless, mixing with Jenna’s gasps as she rode Matt’s face, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she moved in perfect rhythm.

Their sounds carried out over the sea, sharp cries of pleasure blending with the crashing waves.

Jake and Ryan were laying together, still recovering, their bodies still slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling in deep, steady breaths.

Their eyes were on me, on Emily, on the way my best friend was slowly pleasuring me with her tongue.

I met Jake’s gaze, my heart skipping at the sight of him, his messy hair, his sweaty face, the way his eyes darkened as he watched me dissolve beneath Emily’s touch.

And then he smiled.

A slow, lazy, satisfied smile.

I smiled back, my fingers still tangled in Emily’s hair, my body still melting under her mouth.

We were both so happy.

So completely, deliriously satisfied.

I couldn’t hold on much longer.

I was too sensitive, too full, too overstimulated but Emily knew exactly what she was doing. I needed release and Emily was determined to give it to me.

She moaned against me, the vibration sending another sharp jolt of heat through my spine, making my legs tremble around her shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, Emily!”

She hummed, her tongue flicking faster, sensing how close I was, sensing I was ready for her to not be so gentle.

I gasped, my body arching into her mouth, so close, so close, so fucking close.

A strangled cry split the air but not mine.

Across the deck, Sophie’s voice broke through the night, high, breathless, filled with pleasure.

"Fuck, Tyler, oh my God!"

Her back arched as she came beneath him, her nails clawing down his back, her body shaking as her orgasm tore through her.

Tyler groaned, his muscles tightening, his breath catching as he buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he lost control.

"FUUUCK!" he muttered, his voice raw, his grip on Sophie unrelenting as he emptied himself into her, his own release chasing hers.

I watched them, breathless, my heart pounding, my entire body thrumming with anticipation, Emily sucked hard on my clit, then one final perfect stroke of her tongue.

A moan ripped from my throat, my body arching off the cushions, every muscle tightening as my orgasm crashed through me, wave after wave, relentless and all-consuming.

Emily moaned against me, lapping at me as I came undone, drinking in every shudder, every pulse, taking everything I had to give.

My thighs clenched round her head, my fingers tightened in her hair, my breath coming in broken gasps as pleasure rocked through me, finally, after being built for so long.

Jake groaned softly from where he lay, watching, his hand brushing through his hair as he exhaled.

Ryan whistled low, shaking his head. "Goddamn."

I barely heard them.

I was floating, completely lost in the aftershocks of my release, my body still trembling beneath Emily’s mouth as she kissed me through it, her touch soft now, soothing, guiding me down from the intensity of it all.

She finally pulled back, smirking up at me, her lips glistening, her brown eyes dark with satisfaction.

"That," she murmured, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "was well deserved."

I let out a shaky breath, trying to recover, my limbs heavy, my heart still pounding.

"Thank you," I whispered, pulled my best friend up to my face, kissing her deeply. Showing my appreciation. Tasting myself on her lips.

From then on the night took on a different rhythm. Less frenzied, no longer urgent.

But slow, indulgent. Unrelenting.

We were scattered across the deck, some of us still tangled together, others sprawled in blissful exhaustion. The once-wild energy had softened into something languid, a haze of pleasure drawn out over hours, dipping into moments of rest before rising again, always returning to the same insatiable hunger.

No one was done.

Not really.

Even those who had collapsed in satisfied heaps, breathless and trembling, were stirred awake before long, drawn back in by the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, breathless gasps, murmured moans, the constant, intoxicating pulse of the night.

I lay stretched out, my body still humming with the aftershocks of Emily’s mouth, of Jake and Ryan’s relentless use of me. My thighs ached, my skin slick with sweat and the remnants of every sinful indulgence watching as people slowly recovered.

Rachel, one of the first to recover, she was insatiable, had pulled Matt away from Jenna, claiming him for herself.

She was perched in his lap, her lithe, toned body stretched around his massive cock, her hips rolling in slow, hypnotic circles as she took him in inch by inch. This wasn’t frantic riding and rutting, this was a pace that looked like they could keep up all night.

Jenna had turned her attention elsewhere, settling beside Jake and Ryan, teasing them both with soft kisses, testing to see who would recover first.

It was Ryan who made the first move.

He pulled Jenna into his lap, her thighs straddling him as he guided himself inside her with a low, shuddering groan. Jenna moaned softly, her nails scratching down his chest as she sank onto him, rocking her hips in slow, teasing motions.

Jake watched, his hazel eyes dark with lingering hunger, his cock twitching with interest but before he could join in, Sophie was on him, straddling Jake, pinning him beneath her, her breath hot against his lips as she smirked down at him.

"You looked ready for more," she murmured, grinding against him with slow, deliberate friction. "I think it’s my turn."

Jake groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, letting her take control.

Across the deck, Emily had moved over to Tyler.

The two of them were tangled together, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against his, their movements slow but intimate, a very different Tyler to the one who had been trading obscenities and slaps with Sophie earlier in the night.

A fresh wave of moans, breathless cries, pure indulgence spread through the deck as one by one, everyone gave in, again, and again, and again.

Time blurred.

The night stretched on, pleasure and exhaustion constantly shifting, competing, intertwining, until no one knew how many hours had passed, how many times they had climaxed.

There was no longer any competition. No keeping score. No need to justify anything, or ask for permission.

And by the time the sun began to rise, bathing the deck in soft golden light, none of us had the energy to move anymore.

Bodies lay tangled together, exhausted and satisfied, dripping in sweat and spent pleasure.

Jake was next to me, one arm slung over my waist, his breath warm and steady against my neck.

Ryan was on my other side, his fingers lazily tracing my slick vaganal entrance, not really pleasuring, just idly fiddling, not that I minded. It was nice, gentle, and comforting. Given some more time he would have sped up, and put more effort in and we would have gone for another round.

Then, reality hit.

The wedding.

The hairdressers.

The makeup artists.

The guests who would be waking up any minute.

I sat up suddenly, my body protesting the movement, sore in ways I had never been before. Around me, everyone else was starting to stir, groggy, blissful, but equally horrified as the realisation sank in.

I turned to Jake, who was still lying on his back, his messy hair tousled from hours of indulgence, his lazy smirk telling me he had absolutely no regrets.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I whispered, trying not to laugh at the absolute disaster we were in.

Ryan groaned from beside me, rubbing his face. "Fuck, I don’t even think I can stand right now."

"Well, you better try," Rachel piped up, stretching like a cat in the sun, her small, toned body still glistening from the night before. "Because the hairdresser is going to be here any minute, and if we show up looking like this," she gestured at herself and the others, her face smeared with sweat, cum, and other fluids, "we are never going to live this down."

It was enough to send everyone into a panic.

We scrambled to our feet, our bodies protesting the new activity. My legs wobbled, my thighs aching, and when I took my first step, I winced.

Jake caught it instantly, his eyes flashing with amusement as he reached for me, his grip warm, reassuring.

"Okay" Jenna clapped her hands, still stark naked, her blonde hair tangled and her body marked with love bites. "We need to get cleaned up now before anyone sees us like this."

That was all the motivation we needed.

As a group, we ran, or hobbled down to the sea. The water was cool, refreshing, shocking against our skin.

We dove in, rinsing ourselves off as fast as possible, scrubbing away every trace of the night, laughing as we tried to wash our tangled hair and smeared faces in the ocean.

Then, wrapped in towels, we bolted to our rooms.

The next half an hour was pure chaos, people shoving into showers, hot water stinging sensitive skin, shampoo and soap everywhere as we all tried to scrub away the evidence of our debauchery.

By the time I stepped out, clean and refreshed, my skin still tingled. My hair was freshly washed, my face scrubbed, but when I caught my reflection in the mirror, I smirked. You’d never be able to tell.

An hour later, as I walked down the aisle everything looked normal.

Jake was waiting for me at the altar, his hazel eyes shining, his blue suit pristine, his smirk subtle but knowing when his gaze dipped, just for a second, to my legs, watching the way I walked tenderly, his lips curled ever so slightly.

If anyone looked closely, they’d see that my steps were a little slower, my posture a little stiffer, almost as if I had spent the entire night in a debauched orgy with my best friends. 

We shared a smile as I reached him, the world around us blurred into soft golden light and hushed murmurs as we stood together at the altar, the officiant’s voice a low hum in the background. Guests watched with misty eyes, the gentle ocean breeze rustling through the ceremony, carrying with it the scent of salt, flowers, and new beginnings.

But in that moment, there was only us.

Jake’s hand slipped into mine, his grip warm, solid, and filled with promise, and when I looked up at him, I saw everything—every shared glance from last night, every indulgence, every whispered moan, every wicked moment that had led us here.

But more than that, I saw love.

The same unwavering love I’d seen in his eyes when he had first proposed. The same love that had never faltered, even as he watched me with other men and I watched him indulge his passions with other women.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his lips barely moving, his tone still carrying that unmistakable smirk beneath it.

I arched a brow, gripping his fingers tighter. "Well, I feel sore and well used."

His eyes darkened just enough to betray his thoughts. "I know exactly how sore you are."

A flush warmed my cheeks, but I tilted my head slightly, brushing my thumb over his palm. "And I know exactly how much you loved watching me like that."

He let out a low chuckle, just for me. "More than I should have."

I let out a soft breath, my lips barely parting. "Last night didn’t change anything," I whispered. "It just made me love you more."

Jake exhaled sharply, his smirk fading, something deeper flickering behind his eyes. "I was just about to say the same thing."

My fingers curled tighter in his, holding onto the weight of his words.

Last night had been the wildest experience of my life. I had never experienced sex like it before, never let myself go so completely and enjoy the moment. 

I’d never even had a threesome before and now I knew that watching my husband with another woman turned me on no end, and that he not only enjoyed watching me with other men but even enjoyed when their penises touched, rubbing against each other within me. 

It was a lot of new information to process on the day I was to be married but it just made me more excited at what our life could hold in the future. New possibilities that I had never even considered opened up before me. Opportunity with this amazing man.

"I love you," I whispered, my throat tightening.

Jake’s thumb brushed my knuckles. "Forever."

I smiled, blinking back the rush of emotion. "Forever."

He squeezed my hand again, then whispered with a grin, "Though if you keep walking that stiffly, people are going to start asking questions."

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "Your fault, remember?"

His grin widened, pure satisfaction in his gaze. "It wasn't just me."

I tilted my head up, my expression playful. "Well, I’ll try to walk normally, you have something else to do."

"What?"

I smirked, keeping my voice just low enough to be scandalous. "You need to start pushing Ryan to marry Emily."

Jake’s brow arched. "Oh?"

"She deserves a wedding like this," I whispered. "And I’m really looking forward to another one." A flash of hunger crossed my eyes.

Jake let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "You’re insatiable, love."

I squeezed his hand one last time. "And you love me for it."

The officiant cleared his throat, and we both straightened, composed once again, the perfect blushing bride and adoring groom.