The sectional had been pushed back against the wall, the coffee table dragged to the corner, and the whole room smelled like the vanilla candles Karen had lit on every flat surface. The flames threw long shadows across the ceiling, dancing over the bare skin of the five of us sprawled across the cushions. I was still flushed from the boat, from the sun and the salt and the way David's cum had dried on my thighs during the ride back. I'd showered, but I could still feel it, the ghost of him inside me.

"Ladies," Karen announced, settling back into the corner of the sectional with a wine glass in hand, her legs crossed, completely naked and completely unbothered. "The rematch committee is now in session. Final round. No rules except one."

"Which is?" Deb asked, stretched out on the chaise, her hand resting on her own stomach, her eyes half-lidded from the wine.

"Everyone's husband is on the cooler tonight." Karen grinned, lifting her glass. "No exceptions. No excuses. No running out to the barn."

Lisa laughed, tucking her legs up under her. "What if some of us don't have—"

The front door swung open.

Five men froze in the doorway, beer bottles in hand, the porch light behind them throwing their silhouettes into the dim room. Ted was at the back, his big frame blocking most of the doorframe, his bald spot gleaming under the light. The others—Karen's husband Mark, Deb's husband Sam, Lisa's husband Pete—stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes going wide as they took in the scene.

Five naked women. Candlelight. Wine. Skin.

And David, at the front of the pack, his eyes already finding mine across the room.

Karen didn't move. She just raised her glass higher. "Rematch committee, final round. You're all on the cooler now."

Nobody moved for a long moment. Then Mark let out a low whistle, stepping inside and pulling the door shut behind him. "Well. That's one way to end the night."

David didn't say a word. He just crossed the room, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. He moved through the candlelight like he owned the place, his tank top already off, his chest bare, his shorts hanging low on his hips. He set his beer on the side table without looking at it, and then his hand was on my thigh, warm and rough, sliding up the inside of my leg.

"Hey," I breathed.

"Hey." He pushed me back against the cushions, his weight settling over me, his mouth finding my neck. "You've been thinking about this all day."

"Maybe."

"Liar." He bit down gently on my collarbone, and I arched into him. "You've been thinking about it since the boat."

I had. I'd been thinking about it all afternoon, the way he'd looked at me across the water, the way he'd pulled me onto his cock in front of everyone. And now here we were, in Karen's living room, surrounded by our friends, all of us naked, all of us about to do the same thing.

I looked past David's shoulder. Mark had Karen pressed against the arm of the sectional, her legs wrapped around his waist, his shorts already down around his thighs. I watched her sink down onto his cock, a low moan escaping her throat, her head falling back. Deb was already on her knees in front of Sam, her mouth working him, and Pete had Lisa bent over the arm of the chaise, his hands on her hips.

And Ted. Ted was standing in the corner, still in his linen shirt, watching the whole thing with wide eyes, his wife—Ellen, in a silk robe that was already falling open—pulling him toward the far end of the sectional.

David's hand found my cunt, and I forgot about everyone else.

"You're already wet," he murmured against my ear, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. "Did you get like this on the boat, or did you save it up for me?"

"Both," I admitted, my hips bucking into his hand.

He laughed, low and dark, and pushed two fingers inside me. I gasped, my back arching off the cushions, and he curled them, finding the spot that made my vision blur. "That's my girl."

He worked me like that for a while, slow and deep, his thumb circling my clit while the room filled with the sounds of the others—the wet slap of skin, the low moans, the creak of the sectional under five couples. I could smell sex in the air, the musk of it, the salt of it, and I could hear Karen's voice, breathless and sharp, telling Mark to go harder, to fuck her, to make her come.

But I couldn't look away from David. His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on mine, and I knew that look. I knew what it meant.

"I want you inside me," I said, and my voice came out rough, needy. "Now."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out, and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, slick and hot. He held my gaze as he pushed in, slow, inch by inch, and I felt myself stretch around him, the familiar burn that turned into something else, something deep and aching.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Yeah." He sank all the way in, his hips flush against mine, and he stayed there for a moment, letting me feel him, letting me adjust. "God, Jodi. You feel incredible."

He started to move, slow and deep, his mouth finding my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. His hands were on my hips, pulling me into each thrust, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper. The room was a blur of skin and shadow, but I couldn't see any of it. I could only feel him, the weight of him, the heat of him, the way he filled me completely.

"Look at me," he said, and I did. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He kissed me, hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I tasted the beer on his breath, the salt of his skin. He fucked me like that, slow and deep and relentless, his thumb finding my clit, circling it, until I was trembling beneath him, on the edge of something huge.

"Come for me," he said against my mouth. "Come on my cock."

And I did. I shattered, my cunt clenching around him, my whole body convulsing, and I cried out his name, the sound swallowed by the noise of the room around us. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, until I was limp beneath him, gasping for air.

He pulled out, and I felt the loss of him, the emptiness. I opened my eyes, and he was looking down at me, his chest heaving, his cock slick with me, still hard.

"Not done," he said.

"I know."

He flipped me over, pulling my hips up, and I braced myself on the cushions as he pushed into me from behind. I moaned, my face pressed into the fabric, as he fucked me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips, his breath hot on my back.

I looked over my shoulder. Karen was still on top of Mark, riding him, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing. Deb had Sam on his back now, straddling him, her hands on his chest. Lisa was on her hands and knees, Pete behind her, and Ellen was on the floor in front of Ted, her robe pooled around her, his cock in her mouth.

And I was in the middle of it all, David's cock deep inside me, filling me, claiming me.

"I want all of you," I heard myself say, and my voice was barely a whisper, but David heard it.

"What?"

I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder. "I want all three holes filled. I want to be completely full."

He went still inside me. For a long moment, he just looked at me, his eyes dark, searching. Then he pulled out, and I felt the cool air on my wet skin.

"Get on your back," he said.

I rolled over, my heart hammering in my chest, and he knelt between my legs, his cock in his hand. He looked up, across the room, and I followed his gaze. Mark was still inside Karen, but he'd slowed, watching. Sam had stopped too, Deb still straddling him, her eyes on us. Pete had pulled out of Lisa, and she was lying on the chaise, propped up on her elbows, watching.

Even Ted had stopped, Ellen's mouth still frozen on his cock, her eyes wide.

"She wants all three holes filled," David said, and his voice carried across the room. "And I'm going to give her what she wants."

He pushed into me again, and I gasped, my hands finding his shoulders. He fucked me slow, deep, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt the others move closer, drawn in by the promise of what was about to happen.

Mark pulled out of Karen, and she slid off the sectional, coming to kneel beside me. Sam followed, and Pete, and even Ted, his face flushed, his cock still hard. They surrounded us, five men and four women, all of them watching, all of them waiting.

"You want to be filled," David said, and it wasn't a question. "You want every one of us."

"Yes."

He pulled out, and I felt the loss again, the emptiness. But then Mark was there, his hands on my thighs, his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed in, and I moaned, my head falling back, as he filled me. Sam moved to my mouth, his cock sliding past my lips, and I took him deep, my tongue working the shaft. Pete knelt beside me, his hand on my cheek, guiding his cock to my lips as Sam pulled back, and I tasted them both, one after the other.

And David. David was behind me, his hands on my hips, and I felt his cock press against my ass, slick with something—spit, or maybe Mark's cum—and he pushed in, slow, the stretch burning, and I cried out around Sam's cock.

Three. I was full of three cocks, and I was flying.

They moved together, finding a rhythm, and I was nothing but sensation, my mouth full, my cunt full, my ass full, every part of me stretched and filled and claimed. I could hear the women around me, moaning, whispering, and I could feel their hands on my skin, Karen's fingers on my clit, Deb's hand in my hair.

"She's close," David said, and his voice was rough, strained. "I can feel her."

"Come for us, Jodi," Karen whispered, her fingers circling my clit. "Come on their cocks."

And I did. I came like I'd never come before, my whole body convulsing, my cunt clenching around Mark, my ass tightening around David, my throat working around Sam. I screamed, the sound muffled, and I felt them all stiffen, felt them all start to come.

Mark pulled out, and I felt his cum splash across my stomach. Sam pulled out, and I felt it hit my face, my lips, my tongue. Pete, still in my mouth, came down my throat, and I swallowed him down, choking on it, loving it.

And David. David pulled out of my ass, and I felt his hand on my cheek, turning my face. I opened my eyes, and he was there, above me, his cock in his hand, his eyes burning into mine.

"Open," he said.

I opened my mouth, and he came, hot ropes of cum painting my face, my lips, my tongue. I took it all, every drop, and when he was done, I closed my mouth, swallowing, and I smiled up at him.

He leaned down, kissing me, tasting himself on my lips.

"Now you're fully fucked," he murmured.

I laughed, the sound shaky and breathless, and I looked around the room. Karen was covered in Mark's cum, her chest glistening. Deb had Sam's on her face, her tongue swiping across her lips. Lisa was sprawled on the chaise, Pete's cum pooling on her stomach. And Ellen—Ellen was on her knees, Ted's cum dripping from her chin, her eyes wide, her lips parted.

We were all glistening. All breathless. All done.

"Well," Karen said, her voice dry, amused. "I think that's a wrap on the rematch committee."

I laughed, and I felt David's arm slide around my waist, pulling me against him. His cum was drying on my face, and I could feel the others' cum cooling on my skin, but I didn't want to wash it off. I wanted to wear it, to feel it, to remember this moment.

"Same time next week?" I asked, and my voice was light, teasing.

Karen grinned. "Bring the cooler."