A strange excitement seized me always, as I can remember, at the thought that my wife, my beloved woman, was being fucked by several men in all holes.
Every summer, during the next outages of hot water, while going to a public bath, I dreamed of bringing my wife into a shower stall and leaving the door unlocked, in the hope that men passing by would drop in and have my faithful. At the mere thought of this, it was warming somewhere in my lower abdomen, and stinging arousal spread all over my body.
After several successful experiments in the field of group sex (M + M + F), I decided to try to put my fantasies into practice.
Without warning the spouse about anything in advance, I usually collected the bathing accessories, and we went to the nearest bathhouse. Shower cabins, as in most of these buildings of the Soviet period, were located, long corridors, divided into small separate cabins.
Even at the entrance, I noticed 4 young people waiting in line until the booths were released. I caught their interested gaze directed towards my wife.
Waiting for our turn, we took a booth, undressed, and then I decided. Holding his wife's chest with one hand, catching her lips in a kiss, I put my other hand between my wife's legs, and with surprise and delight I felt, a wet slippery vagina, ready for use. It turns out his wife, also drew attention to the young people who showed interest to us, and was excited just with terrible force. She told me that she immediately understood why I brought her here, and that she herself wants it.
At this moment I experienced some rather interesting sensations: on the one hand, terrible excitement, and the desire to see my beloved swirled on the members of other men, on the other hand, almost desperate horror that I would have to look out into the corridor and look into my eyes to offer my wife to a stranger. men, put it under a complete stranger, who or who will fuck her like a whore, before my eyes. Then something in me overpowered fear, and I looked out the door, down the corridor, choosing booths, so that 2-3 were next to each other, the same four guys were walking.
I wrapped a towel around my belt, and opening the door a little wider, so that my naked wife could be seen standing in the shower calling for the kids. To my relief, the guys were intelligent, and no further explanation was required. All four, pushing me into a corner, squeezed into our booth, and began to quickly undress. Those who have been in our shower will understand how immediately it became crowded.
Further, as in the video clip, I have only fragments left in my memory of what was happening.
Six people, five of whom are trying to thrust into my wife's bursting-out members with their rearing members, hot, slippery, quietly crying wife, standing with cancer, pounding one member behind her mouth, another in her mouth, rhythmically walking another, two more members are constantly trying to put it in her hands, but not very successfully, because with one hand she tries to somehow control the penis that fucks her in her mouth, and with the other hand rests on the door jamb to keep her balance and not fall from the jolts from behind from behind her wife publishes louder hundred , and tries to break free, this is a young man who has changed from behind, plentifully smearing her anus with sperm of predecessors and discharge of his wife, sticks his cock in her ass with some more convulsive movements of his wife, and here another hole of her body does squirt taking in young members of people, I rush, fucking pussy and anus of my faithful slut, alternately driving his penis to the top, then to the bottom hole.Her vagina and ass are already pretty frayed, they just gurgle the sperm guys, they have already gone through the program twice, this means that everyone has already fucked my wife in all holes, and at least once in her
The tempo of movements slows down, my penis is free, almost meeting no resistance, floundering in the slippery pussy of my little wife, touches of the vagina walls, are almost not felt, otherwise I would have finished the guys slowly dressing for a long time, and here's the last slapping wife on the parting booths, covering the door. I plant my wife on a bench, leans her back and down on kroenii simply sticks to her broken-down vagina smell of other men, hlyupayuschee, rastrahannoe vagina, which tepur can just dive with a running start, almost crazy look wife, frantically pressing my face to the vagina, her groan:
- I want more.
I cum in her mouth swollen with swollen lips, adding my sperm to the cocktail she drank. We rinsed in the shower, all that happened lasted only 30-40 minutes, we gathered and went home.
The funny thing is that neither my wife nor I remembered those guys, only bare torsos, tense limbs, and the beloved little wife sitting on them remained in my memory. Sometimes in the city I see young people like our “guests”, but the memory is a funny thing.