A/N: More fun for these crazy kids. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing, you guys keep up my motivation to write and post. :-) I *finally* have this fic straightened out in my head, and I'm going to say there's less than 10 chapters left, possibly 5 or so, I'm not sure yet... but I know what's going to happen, and since I'm the author I'd say that's pretty important. ;-) Thanks as always to larin20 for being a sounding board (lubed sex), and sererah most especially this week because she inspired not only Rach and the egg, but what happens after... and cuz she beta'ed this sucker for me.

Disclaimer: As always, only the crazy ass plot belongs to me...

"What the...?" Emmett's eyes were wide as saucers, and mine matched his.

"Um... yeah."

"Did you know it was going to be one of these parties?" Emmett hissed into my ear. He bumped into my ass with his semi. Which was just as well. I was getting slick with anticipation myself.

"No..."

"Not saying I mind," he smirked, and slapped my ass as he entered through the door.

"You came!" Alice bounded up to us in the sexiest piece of lingerie I'd ever seen. It was all silk and black lace and... crotchless panties. She took the Greek pasta salad from me like she would take cupcakes at a PTA meeting, and started pointing out the different areas of the apartment. "You'll see, after this is all cleaned up from tonight, Jazz and I worked really hard on this place!"

That much was already apparent. You could tell it was an Alice Brandon original. Clean, white, classic. Expensive. The furnishings were top of the line, and looked supremely comfortable.

The naked, writhing people on the couch clearly thought so too.

I secretly hoped she'd clean the shit out of it after the party was done, and then noticed a matching throw had been laid down. Oh Alice, always the perfectionist.

"So get comfortable you two! Jazz and I have an idea... if you're up to it." She winked and bounded off with the salad. Emmett and I just looked at each other with bewilderment, and took each other's hands as we walked to the makeshift bar in the kitchen.

We set the bottles of booze we'd brought down on the counter, and as we did, a petite, topless woman popped up from behind the other side. "Oh! Hey!" she chirped. Her nipples were pierced and dangling some gorgeous jewelry that immediately drew your eye in. Her skin was perfectly smooth and caramel, and her hair swayed down her back in waves. She was gorgeous. "I'm Rachel, you want something to drink? I'm apparently the bartender tonight." She giggled adorably.

"Sure," I agreed, looking up at Emmett who shrugged at me. Apparently we had fun in store, we might as well enjoy this night fully.

"Let's see, I can make you a Slippery Nipple," she laughed. "Or maybe a Screaming Orgasm?"

"I think I got that part covered," Emmett whispered into my ear, running his hands down my sides to rest on my hips, and I shivered. He certainly did.

"Maybe just a vodka and cranberry," I gasped, my body reacting to him the way it always did.

"I'll have whiskey on the rocks," he added.

Rachel pouted. "You guys are no fun," she said as she stepped to the freezer to grab some ice. I noticed then that she had a g-string on, and high heels- man, she was tiny if she barely made it to my chest in heels. As she pulled the tray of cubes out, Rachel paused, closing her eyes. Her nipples hardened, and I noticed her ass clenched a little. Hey, she was sexy and clearly OK with her body, why shouldn't I look? Her eyes fluttered open again, and she shook her head as she walked back to us.

"Sorry about that," she laughed. "Um... you can probably guess, he's got the remote."

The who? And the what?

Rachel beamed at someone behind us, and I looked over my shoulder to see. There in the corner of the living room stood a tall man, taller than even Emmett, who was grinning wickedly back at her. He looked dark and brooding, but his smile lit up his entire face. You could just tell by looking at them, they loved each other very much. In his hand was something small and black.

"I've been meaning to get you one of those," Emmett smirked at me.

"What?" I felt kind of stupid not knowing what everyone else seemed to understand.

"Remote control egg."

"Egg?" Yup, definitely felt stupid.

"Honey, it's amazing," Rachel sighed, leaning over the counter to whisper conspiratorially to me. "It's a vibrator that fits right inside you. And Paul's got the remote, he can turn it on and off inside me when he wants. He likes to tease me. And it feels SO damn good."

Oh. Yeah, I could see the appeal... Though I knew if Emmett had a remote control in his hands I'd be a worse mess than I was with the Ben Wa balls. I felt myself get wetter just thinking about it.

"I'll have to get one," I winked. Rachel winked back and slid my vodka and cranberry to me. It was strong, but it was exactly what I needed. Emmett too pounded back his whiskey, and he wound our fingers together as we turned to survey the room. No one was having sex... yet. It looked like only a matter of time with some of the couples. This didn't remind me of Rouge. It was more like a swinger party, to be honest. Some women were topless, others naked, others just slightly disheveled. Same with the men. There was light laughter, soft music, teasing touches. I honestly looked around for a bowl of keys.

"Fun, huh?" Rachel chirped, walking around the counter with a glass of white wine in her hand. "I think they're all couples. I'm not sure though, I've only met a few of them before. Paul's my partner, we've been together for eight years."

"So you... go to Rouge?" I asked tentatively. I recognized most of the couples, if not by name but by body parts, but I'd never seen Rachel or Paul there.

"We used to go, that's where we met Ali. We stopped after I found out I was pregnant with Claire Bear, but now she's old enough for us to leave for the night, and I got my figure back!" She chuckled and patted her flat belly. It was hard to believe she'd had a baby, her body looked rock solid. I envied her. Though it wasn't in the cards right now, Emmett and I wanted kids someday, and I just had this feeling my body would be, well, like every other normal woman and would never been the same. Rachel obviously didn't have that issue.

"How old is she?" I asked.

"Nine months... she's gorgeous. Just like her daddy." Rachel got a soft look in her eye that deeply contrasted her state of undress. "Changed everything."

"I can understand that," I agreed. I couldn't imagine all the ways a baby changed things.

"Doesn't mean we don't have fun though," she laughed, just as Paul walked over to join us. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. He had to lean down a lot to do so, she was so tiny in his arms.

"The only difference is, I don't share now," he said in a deep bass voice.

Emmett and Paul nodded to each other as Rachel and I giggled.

"I wonder where Edward is," Rachel said after a moment, after our smirks had faded. I stiffened, and Emmett looked sharply at me, but I don't think anyone noticed it. "He said he had some kind of event to go to, but when Alice told me, it didn't look like she believed it."

Neither did I, but I just replied with a non-committal, "Huh."

We did the whole small talk thing with Rachel and Paul for awhile longer, and you could tell he was teasing her with the egg when she paused and closed her eyes briefly. If I hadn't known about it, I wouldn't have suspected, but the idea of something so secret and almost private, seemed erotic, and I made a mental note to buy one tomorrow.

Alice joined us after awhile, Jasper on tow, their fingers laced together as he walked behind her. I don't think it was a Domme/sub thing, I think it was an Alice/Jasper thing, she was definitely the energy to his chill pill, but he looked like he would follow her anywhere she went.

"Are you having fun?" Her cheeks were flushed and his pupils were dilated. It seemed they were having fun alright. "You think you're up for... stripping down a bit?" She waggled her eyebrows and gestured to the room. We were the only couple that wasn't in some state of undress.

"Uh, sure, I guess so, although I hadn't exactly planned for this..."

Before I could react, Alice had grabbed the neckline of my shirt and pulled it down, revealing my plain white cotton bra with a bit of ribbon at the top. It was the least sexiest thing I owned, but I hadn't done laundry yet and I wasn't exactly planning on this kind of thing. "Alice!"

Our audience did nothing but laugh, especially when Alice started chewing me out. "I can't believe you're wearing this, I thought I told you to throw this thing out or only wear it when you were on the rag!" My face turned a million shades at that last statement, which made her in turn ask, "You're not, are you?"

"NO, Alice, I'm NOT!" I hissed emphatically.

"Good, cuz that would fuck up my plans," she sighed, and everyone but Jasper raised their eyebrows at her. "Don't worry," she laughed as she rolled her eyes, but I eyed her skeptically. I never knew what was going on in that head of hers.

"Anyways, you guys need to get naked and mingle! Drinks some more! I think Ang and Ben are around here someplace." Alice was gone, off to chat up some more people, and I thought I heard her say to one particularly large man, and by large I mean hung like a horse large, "Just not the second door on the left, OK?"

After a brief conference, Emmett and I decided he'd lose his shirt, and I'd strip off my pants and bra, leaving me in a tight tank top and skimpy panties. Why the hell not, right? My bra wasn't cute but my panties were and I felt just enough exposed that I wasn't a fuddy-duddy. I'd been naked in front of half these people before anyways.

We had planted ourselves in an armchair, Emmett's semi more like a raging hard-on now against my ass, and I wiggled in his lap for good measure, teasing him even as I teased myself. Watching others get intimate and frisky had that effect on me, and now I could see Paul and Rachel making out heavily in the kitchen, something new in his hand that he was using to tease her with, what looked like an ice cube on her sex. God it looked sexy.

"Babe, I can see your nipples through that shirt," Emmett growled in my ear.

"You don't like?" I pouted, knowing it was having the exact opposite effect on him. The muscles of my upper arms tightened a little, to bring my chest out more, and push my tightened nipples towards my husband who was now salivating.

"Oh, I like..." His lips smashed against mine, bringing my tongue into his mouth. My arms wound around his neck, moving even closer to him. I loved this, if I was honest, knowing anyone could see how much, and how well, my man loved me. His hands drifted up my bare thighs, fingering the edge of the lacy panties I was wearing. Minutes turned into what felt like forever, and I was flushed and hot and ready for more. Emmett was feeling it too, I could tell. He picked me up out of his lap, setting me on shaky legs. He took my hand and was about to drag me into a random room like we were teenagers at a party, before we were intercepted by Jasper.

"Going somewhere?" he smirked.

"Jazz man, hook me up, I need a little alone time with the wifey," Emmett pleaded.

"What if I were to tell you I had a more... intriguing offer?" Jasper smirked, and I'd seen that look before, the night he promised me there'd be no strippers at Emmett's bachelor party, even though there had been a half dozen, all dressed as cops. After Alice caught wind of it, I had given him a show in my uniform that I knew he would never forget, blowing those fake bimbos out of the water.

"What?" Emmett sounded as desperate as I felt.

"Follow me," he said, spinning on his heel, and because we wanted a room alone, we needed time together so badly at this point, we followed. The hallway was short, but even so, it was elaborately decorated to match the living room, tying the space together. White and pure and clean.

Jasper pushed open the oak finished door and another world opened up. Deep red walls that reminded me of wine, a giant California king sized black bed with sumptuous bedding, next to a wall full of floggers, paddles, and other various objects I recognized, and some I didn't. Various things hung from the ceiling, things I'd never seen before but had vague ideas what they were for; sex swings and something complicated for binding, I suspected. I looked at Emmett with incredulous eyes. This was like Rouge, but better.

"Is this...?" I started.

"Our playroom," Jasper confirmed proudly. "Take a look around."

My jaw was scraping the floor as I looked around. I had had no idea Alice had this up her sleeve, though I supposed I should have expected it. "No wonder you guys didn't want me to help you get ready!" I picked up a pair of handcuffs with soft leather padding.

"We wanted it to be a surprise," Alice piped up, coming into the room quickly and locking the door behind her. "Do you like it?"

"It's awesome!" Emmett exclaimed. He was standing before a black cupboard that revealed a TV and a porn DVD collection that put most adult stores to shame. "You guys are hooked up."

Alice giggled. "I'm glad you like it. Would... would you like to use it?"

"Um...?" Emmett and I looked at each other. We had promised each other this wouldn't happen again...

"Not like that!" Alice added. "Jasper and I had an idea. Bella, I know you still struggle with control."

I frowned at her. I hated that Emmett still had more power over my body than I did, that sometimes I came well before he commanded me to, I couldn't help it.

"I was thinking, I might be able to help you," Jasper said quietly, and I swore I could hear Emmett growl deep in his chest. "Again, not like that," he added quickly, eyes on Emmett, his eyes asking for trust. Emmett nodded once. "We were thinking, maybe I could show you how to control your body, how to work yourself so you don't lose it too quickly."

"How?" I asked, interested.

"Mutual masturbation," he said matter-of-factly, and Alice grinned beside him, nodding eagerly.

Emmett and I stared at each other, eyes wide not for the first time tonight, communicating silently.

And then a look passed over his face, and we had made a choice.

"Fuck it, let's try." Emmett whooped.

Ten minutes later, I was spread eagle on the the gigantic bed, Jasper to my left, Alice before him, and Emmett standing in front of me. My fingers were sliding around my clit, as Jasper gave soothing words of advice. Emmett had just told me gruffly, "Touch yourself, but don't cum until I tell you to," and Jasper was talking me through how to tease myself without falling apart.

"Breathe," Jasper kept reminding me, even as he pumped his cock over and over. He was impressive, I couldn't ignore that. Longer than Emmett, with less girth, but still... I could see why Alice liked to gush. He'd used some cherry scented lube on himself before we began, so it smelled sweet mixed with my arousal in the room. Emmett and Alice were giving us orders, watching us, making sure we followed their directions.

I panted hard, already feeling my pussy start to clench, three pairs of eyes on me and the tightness in my jaw as I struggled to breathe.

"Don't hold your breath Bella," Jasper said. "It..." he paused for a moment, because Alice had batted his hand away and taken him deep in her throat. "God... it helps you feel everything if you breathe..." He was panting with pleasure as he said this, and my fingers barely stilled on my clit as I watched them. If anything, it was making it worse.

"Isabella, I can see how much you like this," Emmett smirked, and I turned my head towards him. His eyes were dark with desire, and all I wanted was to fall apart in his arms. Now. Audience be damned. "Keep going, Isabella, but don't cum too soon..."

I found myself biting the inside of my cheek, my breathing uneven and forced. My stomach muscles were so tight I was scared they'd cramp for a split second, but every part of me was focused on not letting my muscles tighten in my pussy, knowing that would shove me over the edge quickly.

I whimpered loudly as Emmett's finger joined mine, teasing my clit with mine. "Emmmm..." I breathed. My body was arching off the bed, and I was trying desperately to not thrust my hips up against his hand harder, because he'd given not even a clue he was going to let me cum soon.

Jasper, though clearly enjoying himself, did not seem to be on the edge like I was. His long fingers wove into Alice's hair, keeping her just where she was, at the base of his cock, sucking his balls into her mouth delicately, but his stomach muscles were relaxed, his breathing normal. I tried to match his pace, deepen my breathing as I looked back at Emmett. He had taken his cock out of his pants, and I swallowed hard. He was hard and very, very ready, and he groaned as he pumped himself in his hand. I wanted that hand to be my pussy, curved around his dick until he was so deep inside me I cried out.

"You're doing so well, Isabella," he choked out as he squeezed harder around the head. I could see now he was matching my pace, he was trying to tease himself too. My eyes were only on him, even as I could hear our best friends moan out their own pleasures. A slight shifting on the bed told me Alice had joined us, kneeling over Jasper most likely. I shifted my eyes over to see that she was, touching herself as he pumped himself, not touching, but only inches away from the other. He had leaned up to suck on her nipples as she hovered over him, and I whimpered.

"Touch me, Isabella," Emmett whispered, breaking my trance. I felt like I had hormonal ADD, not knowing who or what to concentrate on. Which I supposed was good, because it broke up the feeling of urgency, and I felt more relaxed. My breathing calmed, and I focused on Emmett, who knelt beside me on the bed now.

His cock was silky and hard, and precum was oozing for me to spread over him. He moaned when I did, wrapping my fist around his cock and pumping it slowly. I heard the snap of a cap opening, and he pulled back my hand to pour a little out into my palm; the smell of cherry lube filled the room once more.

For a long time, there was nothing but panting and soft whimpers. We were all holding off; Emmett and I were touching each other, Emmett's fingers pumping inside me slowly, matching my pace on him. Alice and Jasper kept up their teasing as well, kissing between moments of frenzy on their bodies, all of us trying to stave off what we all wanted so badly.

It felt like it went on for hours, and maybe it was. But this couldn't last forever, the friction, the sounds, the thin line of control I'd somehow managed not to cross yet. "I'm getting close," I finally panted, breaking our relative silence. "Please, Emmett, Master, please," I pleaded. I could feel my muscles start to contract around his fingers.

"Cum with me Isabella," Emmett grunted, and I could hear Alice mumble the same words to Jasper, but I was far too busy cumming to pay much attention to them. The pulsing seemed to last forever, especially when Emmett kept brushing his fingertips against my g-spot, making it last on and on.

"Oh!" I cried out, and Emmett swore as jets of warmth hit my hand. There was a similar cacophony next to us, and sated, we all slumped to the bed. I felt raw and open, physically, because I knew I'd pushed my body further and longer than I ever had before. Pride swelled through me, but then so did arousal, and I wanted more.

"Give me a minute baby," Emmett groaned as I rolled over on top of him, settling my pussy right over his cock, which was already hardening again.

"We'll do round two in a minute," Alice agreed, spread out on top of Jasper.

Fuck yeah.

A/N II: Who wants Round 2? ;-)