The rules are clear: she's to be their plaything, their shared toy. The men, friends of her husband, are not gentle. They grab her, position her, use her. She's bent over, her ass in the air, as one of them slams into her from behind. She cries out, but it's not from pain. It's from the sheer pleasure of being filled, of being used. Another man takes his place, his cock slick with her juices. She can feel them, one after the other, their cocks sliding in and out of her, their hands grasping her flesh, their voices grunting and groaning. She's lost in a sea of sensation, her body a vessel for their pleasure.