The scent of pine and steam hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of chilled beer. The sauna was dizzyingly hot. I sat on the bottom bunk, my back against the rough wooden wall, watching drops of water roll down my husband, Igor's, bare chest. His friends, Sergey and Anton, lounged nearby. We were all naked, covered only by small towels that had long since ceased to conceal anything. The idea of coming here, to this male citadel, had seemed daring and piquant at first. Now I realized it was a trap I'd fallen into. My friends' gazes, heavy and gliding like oil, lingered on my hips, my breasts, and between my legs. I tried to cover myself, but it was useless, and it seemed to only inflame them—and me—even more. "So, Lerka, isn't it too hot?" Sergei, the most brazen of them, asked hoarsely, his eyes fixed on my chest. I felt my nipples swell under his gaze, hardening treacherously. "It's okay, bearable," I managed to say, taking a sip of beer. The cold liquid burned my throat, but the internal heat didn't subside. Igor just chuckled and patted my knee: "She's very persistent." But there was something else in his eyes—excitement, arousal at the sight of other men looking at his woman. He always loved to show me off, and this was the end of it. After another visit to the steam room, we plunged into the cool outdoor pool. The water clung to my skin, and I felt every glance on me, like a touch. I floated on my back, my breasts, heavy and pale, bobbing on the surface, and between my legs, in the dark haze of my hair, a telltale arousal pulsed. Anton, usually silent, swam alongside me. His body, muscular and covered in tattoos, seemed enormous in the water. "Everything about you is beautiful," he said quietly, and his hand slid underwater over my waist, barely touching, but the touch sent shivers down my spine. I froze, unsure what to do, and he swam away, leaving me alone with my racing heart. Everything finally went downhill when we returned to the changing room and sat down on the soft lounge chairs. The beer was gone, and Igor went for another bottle. There was a moment of silence. Then Sergey, unable to bear it any longer, plopped down next to me. "I'm going crazy looking at you," he croaked, and his hand landed roughly on my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. I wanted to push him away, but my body wouldn't obey. It was wet, hot, and ready. "Seryog... don't..." I whispered weakly, but he had already leaned over and pressed his lips to my neck. His beard prickled, and the scent of male sweat, strong and pungent, hit my head. At that moment, Igor returned. He stood frozen in the doorway, bottle in hand. I expected anger, a scene. But he only watched. Watched his friend touch his wife. And there wasn't anger on his face, but genuine, animalistic arousal. “Well, is one husband not enough for a wife?” was all he said, his voice trembling. Sergei turned around, his hand still on my leg. "She's all ablaze, Igor. Look at her. She wants it." And I realized it was true. I wanted it. My pussy was soaking wet, pulsing, demanding attention. “Come on,” I said quietly, and it sounded like a death sentence. It all happened in an instant. Sergey roughly pulled me toward him, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, wet and insistent. I moaned, responding to his kiss, and my hands instinctively reached for his powerful shoulders. Off to the side, I could hear Anton and Igor's heavy breathing. Then they laid me down on a rug on the floor. I lay on my back, legs spread, and three naked men stood above me, their cocks huge and hard. Igor sat next to me, at the head of the bed, and stroked my hair. "Relax, girl. Enjoy it." Sergey was first. He positioned himself between my legs, slid his enormous cock over my full lips, coating it in my precum. "What a wet slut," he rasped, and without preamble, with one powerful thrust, he entered me. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He was so huge that he filled me completely. He fucked me roughly, brutally, pulling out almost completely and then thrusting back in forcefully. His balls slapped against my ass, and I was already coming under him, screaming and clawing at his back. Before he could finish, Anton took over. He flipped me over, lifted my hips, and entered my pussy from behind, just as powerfully and deeply. He squeezed my breast with one hand, and ran the other down my back. His rhythm was more measured, but no less sweet. I felt every inch of his cock inside me, every movement. He leaned down and kissed my shoulders, my neck, and this combination of tenderness and brutal fucking drove me crazy. While Anton was fucking me from behind, Sergey crawled up to me. His cock, still wet from me, was at my mouth. "Open your mouth, slut," he ordered. I obediently opened it, and he shoved it down my throat. I choked, tears streaming from my eyes, but I sucked him like the worst slut, trying to swallow him as deep as possible, feeling his salty taste and pulsing. Then they switched. Igor finally got up. He came over while Anton was fucking me and simply watched. His cock was rock hard. "Cum on her," he told Anton. And with a low groan, he pulled out of me and sprayed my back and ass with warm streams of cum. I rolled over onto my back, all sticky and depraved. Igor knelt between my legs. "My wife. My dirty, lustful wife," he muttered and pressed his mouth to my pussy. His tongue immediately found my clit and began working furiously. This wasn't just cunnilingus, this was the dirtiest, most hungry licking. He caressed and bit, circled and slapped the tip of his tongue quickly. I was hysterical, experiencing one orgasm after another, I thought I'd go crazy. While he was licking me, Sergey brought his cock to my face again, and I greedily took it into my mouth, sucking it, feeling it swell. Anton, meanwhile, lubricated his cock with semen from my back (bukvoeb.run) and his own saliva and carefully but persistently began to insert it into my ass. The pain gave way to wild, indecent pleasure. I was being fucked in every hole at once, and I was absolutely filled with them. Igor was the final chord. He stood over my face, and I, understanding him without words, took his cock into my mouth. He moved his hips, fucking me in the mouth, and I looked into his eyes, full of pride and lust. Meanwhile, Sergey came on my chest, thick and hot. Anton, pulling out of my ass, added his sperm to my stomach. Igor pulled his cock out of my mouth, slid it across my lips a few times, and, with a loud groan, came all over my face. Warm, thick sperm splattered my cheeks, my chin, and even landed on my eyelashes. I lay there, unable to move, covered in their cum, sticky, smelling of sex, used, and completely happy. We lay in silence, listening only to the heavy breathing. Then Igor hugged me, pressing me to his chest, not disdaining the fact that I was covered in his friends' sperm. “This is a sauna,” Sergei laughed hoarsely. I closed my eyes. It was betrayal. It was our shared, dirty, beautiful fantasy come true. And I knew it wouldn't hurt our relationship.