Before I could, she slid her cock back into me. It felt great inside me, though the shaft now filled my asshole instead of my pussy.“Fuck me!” I b...gged. I didn’t care which hole she picked, as long as she didn’t deny me climax again.She started pounding me savagely, forcing my twice denied orgasm to swell within me again. This time, I didn’t speak, hoping it would keep her from torturing me with another withdrawal. Apparently, it was the right approach, because she rode me all the way to. She reached down and squeezed my breasts. I pressed myself backagainst her. She ran her hand underneath me up and along my vulva.Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt her press and rub the head of the dildoagainst me. I lied there, with my eyes gently closed as I felt it circle and circlemy opening. Then, I felt its big head as it spread me with its solid,firm entrance. She stopped it just there and gave me a sudden slap onmy butt cheek. I moaned. She began pushing it deeper. She left it. Then the hands returned to my breasts, two per breast. Then the lips where again sucking on my nipples. God this was feeling good.I was feeling great, my pussy, clit, breasts, and nipples all being simulated at one time. The guys were all being very gentle and soft. I thought to myself this is awesome, hubby is showing me off to his friends, and I was showing myself off to four other men. It was not like I was a slut I wasn't fucking them and sucking on their cocks. It was more like going to. Then one night when I was twenty five and our son was almost six years old, Brian had dragged both of us out of the bed in the middle of one of his rages, tossed us into the car and started off down the road. He was trying to beat me and drive at the same time. Our car had plummeted off the side of a ravine, Brian never even seeing the caution signs or the bad curve. I had been thrown from the vehicle, spent two months in the hospital recovering from internal injuries and a really banged up.