Wife in a bathhouse with friends

The steam was so thick it was hard to see the face opposite. The guys and I had had a wonderful steam bath, drank a couple of beers, and were now lounging in the anteroom. My Verochka, my beloved wife, brought us some cold kvass. She was wearing only a short silk robe, which she pulled loosely around herself, barely covering her tempting breasts. My friends, Kolyan, Tolyan, and Seryoga, grinned lecherously. In the bathhouse, after the heat, the blood rushes, and desires intensify. Kolyan, the most daring of my friends, grabbed Vera's hand. "Why does your husband let you bathe alone, such a beauty? Let us at least check if you've washed properly." With these words, his rough paw slid under my wife's robe and greedily squeezed my wife's firm breast. Vera gasped softly, but didn't pull her hand away. She merely glanced reproachfully in my direction. But I pretended to be completely absorbed in my kvass. Then Tolyan, taking my silence as consent, came up behind me and grabbed my beloved's ample bottom in a possessive manner. His fingers dug greedily into the folds of her silk. "Masha is beautiful, but not yours," Verochka whispered, but her voice already held a playful edge. Playful male hands were already kneading and squeezing her body from all sides. Her robe treacherously fell open. Seryoga, not being a fool, immediately pressed his lips to the pink pea of her nipple. He tickled it with his tongue, while Kolyan pulled the robe off his wife's shoulders. The thin fabric fell silently to the beer-stained wooden floor. My Verochka stood in the middle of the dressing room, completely naked, and eight sweaty, post-sauna hands were shamelessly groping her. Kolyan had already slid his fingers into the hollow between her legs. An indecent squelching sound came from there—my wife was so wet already. Tolyan, biting her ear, delivered resounding slaps to her ass, causing her firm cheeks to shake. Vera, biting her lip, closed her eyes blissfully and began to breathe raggedly. Her pussy was leaking, drenching her thighs like freshly spilled beer. The friends wasted no time. Tolyan grabbed his wife by the back of the head and pressed down. She obediently knelt on the slippery, wet board. Three erect masses appeared before her face, flushed from the heat of the sauna. Red, swollen heads, distended veins on the shafts, heavy scrotums full of semen. Vera simply licked her lips. With her tiny fingers, her lips pursed, she took Kolyan's tool into her mouth. My wife worked her mouth with the zeal with which she usually scrubs dishes. With the other two, she vigorously masturbated, rapidly running her fists over the thick shafts. Kolyan growled with pleasure, pulling her head deeper onto his shaft, forcing her to gag. Releasing Kolyan, Vera greedily swallowed Tolya's cock. He, without hesitation, grabbed her by the hair and began pounding her throat with squelching, hissing sounds. My sweet wife only moaned loudly and drooled. Meanwhile, Seryoga positioned himself behind her. He bent Vera lower and began to crunchingly impale her on his fingers, stretching her tight ass. Vera was already on the edge. Juices flowed down her legs, mixing with the mud from the bathhouse. Seryoga came first. He brought his cock to Vera's face and, with a wild roar, erupted in a powerful stream of creamy cum straight into her open mouth. Vera swallowed greedily, but drops still ran down her chin and onto her breasts. Next, Kolyan, jerking himself off, drenched her cheeks and forehead. Tolyan couldn't resist and slammed his cock all the way down her throat, releasing hot seed straight into her esophagus. Vera coughed, but courageously accepted every drop, looking at the men with eyes clouded with happiness. "A real slut, the best of all the sluts!" her friends laughed merrily, slapping her cum-sticky cheeks. "The best slut in this bathhouse." They laid my Vera on a steam-slick bench right in the steam room. They splashed water on the stones to keep the heat up. Kolyan spread my beloved's slender legs wide and, with one sharp, vicious movement, drove his erect cock into her heated vagina. Vera only gasped loudly, clawing at his shoulders. Kolyan began ramming her uterus with the wild speed of a jackhammer. My wife's breasts shook comically in time with these powerful blows. She came, thrashing hysterically, but Kolyan didn't let go until, with a growl, he came deep inside her. Seryoga took over. He flipped Vera over, placing her on all fours right on the slippery boards. He thrust his cock sharply into her hole, dripping with cum and feminine juices, and began to thrust, snorting like a horse. Meanwhile, Tolyan inserted his "cucumber" into Vera's mouth. Now my wife was being fucked by two men, from all angles, accompanied by the wet slapping of bodies and the hissing of stones. Then they decided my wife's anus shouldn't be overlooked either. Kolyan spanked Vera's ample buttocks and told her to relax. She squealed pitifully that she wasn't ready yet, but Seryoga had already pinned her against the wall, holding her tightly by the neck. Lubricating his tool with saliva, Kolyan pressed the crimson head of his cock into the tight anus. Vera screamed, but the roar and noise of the bathhouse drowned out her cries. Slowly but surely, centimeter by centimeter, the entire shaft disappeared into my wife's ass. Having worked her, Kolyan began to thrust faster, and Vera no longer screamed, but moaned with overwhelming pleasure, impaling her ass on his cock. So, moving from the steam room to the washroom, they passed my wife around in circles. They bent her into positions not described in the Kama Sutra. She took two cocks at once in her pussy and ass, polished them with her mouth, swallowed the sperm, and again asked for more. Streams of thick semen flowed copiously down her thighs, splashed onto the floor, and mixed with the water. She looked like a happy, filthy little animal. When the men's strength had already given out, they sat in the dressing room, sipping beer. Vera, swaying on wobbly legs, went to the shower. A murky, viscous liquid flowed from both her fucked holes. Returning refreshed, she sat next to me and tenderly kissed me on the cheek. "You have a good wife, a thrifty one," Kolyan winked at me, clinking his mug. "It's a shame to let her go." I laughed in response, stroking my beloved Verochka's sweat-slicked hair. She merely smiled shyly, smearing the remnants of his semen across her chest. Now I know for sure that our bathhouse evenings will become regular.