The guys lift her onto the bed

Marcus's hands grew bolder, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the lace, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. The fabric was so thin that she could feel the roughness of his calloused skin, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Alex's hands had moved to the front of her thong, touching her through the lace, teasing her slick pussy. Her breath hitched as his fingers slid the lace through her folds.

"Is it true what James told us?" Thomas's gruff voice cut through the thick tension in the room. "You've never had him inside you?"

Felicity nodded, her voice a shaky whisper. "Yes."

James's grip on her chin tightened, and she could see the fire in his eyes. "Good girl," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. He stood, gesturing for the others to follow. "Let's get her on the bed, shall we?"

The three groomsmen lifted her with surprising gentleness, considering their brusque words and actions, and placed her in the center of the king-sized bed. The coolness of the sheets against her skin made her gasp, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come. They positioned her on all fours, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. Felicity's heart raced as she felt the weight of their gazes on her exposed body. She had never been more aware of herself as a sexual being, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Alex and Thomas took their places behind her, their hands ghosting over her hips and thighs, moving upward to cup her ass. The feeling of their large, warm hands on her was alien and arousing, and she couldn't help but push back against them, seeking more. Meanwhile, Marcus and James stood in front of her, both of them already bare-chested and wearing only their boxer shorts. They looked like gods, their muscular forms outlined by the flickering candlelight.

Marcus took her hand and guided it to his cock, which was thick and pulsing with need beneath the fabric. His eyes never left hers as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around him, feeling his hardness throb in her palm. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and rough. "Show us how much you want this."

The heat grew between her legs as she felt Alex and Thomas's hands claim her body from behind. They squeezed and caressed her ass, their fingers inching closer to her drenched pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of fear and desire that she had never felt before. And yet, she found herself moving her hand on Marcus, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he thrust into her grip.

James leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You're going to make us all feel so good, my little slut wife. And then, you're going to let them in." His words sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't resist as Alex and Thomas's hands grew more insistent. Their thumbs played with her puckered entrance through her lace panties, sending waves of pleasure that she had never known existed.

Marcus and James watched with hungry eyes as she began to stroke them, their boxers tenting obscenely. Marcus's cock was thick and veiny, a stark contrast to the refined elegance of his fingers. James's was longer, the tip pressing against her palm as he guided her hand to match his slow, deliberate rhythm. The pressure on her clit grew, and she found herself arching her back, silently begging for more.

Alex's voice was a gruff whisper in her ear, "You're going to take all of us, aren't you?" His thumb slipped under the elastic of her thong, and she gasped as he touched her wetness. The sensation was too much, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm she hadn't expected. "That's it," he growled, his breath hot on her neck. "Give us what we want."