That was the nature of the games they played. Once she committed herself, it was impossible to back out. “What if I fail?” He answered with a lau...h, leaving her uncertain, struggling for inspiration. Clean. Soft. Taking a deep breath, she stared across the freshly fallen snow, remembering the night before, of being safe and warm inside the rented chalet, of laughing at the fake bear skin rug covering the floor, the white fur turned orange by the firelight. She smiled, the memory of soft plush. It was New Years Eve, and she was looking for some revenge.The plan was set. All she had to do was attend a party, ruin her ex-boyfriend's night (life, maybe?), and head home at one minute past midnight with a smile on her face and peace in her heart. How hard could it be?- - - - -Cassie ignored the wolf-whistle that followed her through the heavy wooden door of her friend Lou's apartment building. She shrugged out of her coat and pressed the button for the lift. She could hear the music. There were some giggles shortly thereafter.Dave recalled the night before with mirth. The brides had decided that since they’d done a group marriage, more or less, they should also consummate the marriages all together and that each groom had to fuck each bride to a minimum of two orgasms apiece. Dave’s four other wives had also claimed the privilege and so Ken, Roy, Mike, and Dave had spent the latter part of the evening servicing Alice, Patti, Pam, Heather, Julie, Clarisse, Elise, and. He, in turn, seemed to be into her as well. Jess found herself growing jealous of Amy as the meal went on. Just before dessert, she excused herself, planning on taking a moment in the ladies' room to compose herself. When she stood, Ian did as well. Kyle looked up at him, confused. Ian smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Come on, roomie, where are your manners?" Kyle stood up, somewhat hesitantly, and gave Jess a small smile."That's not necessary, boys. If you'll excuse me..." she.