It all started on an autumn night, when my little wife and I went to the bosom of nature. But the picnic turned into a nightmare - the rogues who rode up beat me up and brutally raped Lena. Actually, she was raped all night and left only by the morning, leaving her miserable, exhausted and completely weakened from the multitude of orgasms, tested - to my horror - with these vile bwndites-scumbags. And I, lying after knocking the back of my head, listened to their thugs, and my wife's moans, gradually turning into cries of pleasure. And after the departure of the bandits, suddenly distraught by an incomprehensible, unnatural passion, I sneaked into the tent and ...

I wrote about all this in the story "Autumn Night". But the reader may have a question - what was AFTER? ... There is always something “before” and something “after”. My wife “before” was no better than what happened this autumn night. But I learned about this later ...

However, everything is in order. Morning - the first morning, “after”, woke me up with the cheerful chirping of birds. That is how I dreamed of waking up - to the singing of forest birds. He dreamed ... And so he woke up ... A sense of immense, irreparable misfortune swept through consciousness, as soon as the brain got involved in the work. And with great heartache, I realized that with this now have to live ...

Overcoming a dull throbbing in the back of my head, I got up and opened the tent floor. It smelled of forest autumn freshness, and only then I felt a terrible smell, still preserved in our "nest", which became - not through our fault - "the nest of debauchery." The smell of old sweat, soured sperm and genital secretions at the time of intercourse. Lenka slept. But, not curled up as she loved, but spread out, shamelessly exposing what rapists used to cover the face - for some reason only the face - with a dirty, crumpled rag, which the gangsters obviously used as a wipe after ... With horror, I remembered that I myself also used this rag yesterday. Having covered my wife with a crumpled blanket, I crawled out of the tent, with difficulty leaning on my leg, which also had a blow from a trained scum. I do not remember exactly what I did while Lenka slept. He walked around like a robot, collected sausage wrappers and bottles. Then he took out a shovel and buried garbage. Nature must be protected! What about people? People need to take care? For example, those scum who mocked my wife all night?

Lenka slept for a long time. I fell asleep, after violent orgasms, after the complete exhaustion of the nervous resources of man, her female resources. From group rape sometimes die ... The nervous system does not withstand the overstrain, and death mercifully wraps the unfortunate woman with a black veil of oblivion ... I did not notice when she got out of the tent. He saw only how he tightens his crumpled, inked leotard. Her leotard ... This was the same rag ... A wave of acute pity swept over me. Poor wrinkled, tortured woman. Even her beautiful bosom, bruised and covered with bruises, seemed to sag and look like a fifty-year-old woman. A hairstyle ... Stuck together with sweat, tangled hair, stuck to his forehead with uncombed hairs, or stuck to the sides, as if they were twisted tight on a hand ... However, it was so ... I turned away. We did not look each other in the eyes and, by some strange tacit agreement, did not talk about what had happened. I put my travel bags in the trunk when Lenka pulled off my crumpled tights and sat down to cast, not even bothering to move to the bushes. For a few seconds I looked dumbfounded as a powerful jet was beating out of her body, forming a rather big puddle on the trampled by us ... and by those other ... clearing. Once, long ago, also at a picnic, I watched this process, crept up to the bushes, behind which sat my, then still young wife.At that time, Lenka sat down, gracefully sticking out her poured ass, and in her entire figure some kind of grace could be discerned, accessible only to women, and only young and fresh. Now, before me sat a miserable, wrinkled, tired woman, and with unpleasant shamelessness, she defused her need. Recalling myself, I hastily turned away and hobbled to the tent, intending to pull out and throw away the crumpled, twisted sheets and a blanket.

“Wait, I will bring order there myself,” Lenka said, and it was as if I was electrocuted. She said it FEMALE, as if it was a question of something ordinary, customary.

From surprise, I did not know what to answer. However, she did not ask about anything. Went again to the car. Then, tormented by bad forebodings, sneak peeked out from behind the trunk. Lenka pulled out a crumpled sheet, froze for a few moments, as if remembering something, then slowly lifted it to her face and DROUGHT. But not like a woman does to make sure - clean linen, or dirty - no, she slowly inhaled this smell of debauchery and did not take the sheet from her face for a very long time. I dived into the trunk, rearranged the pump and jack, then returned them to their place. What is this? My wife remembers last night with pleasure? No, no, nonsense! All nonsense ...

- Lena, - I cleared my throat, - I need to put together a tent ... you come on there faster, with ... rags.

“Now, darling, now ...” She crumpled up the sheet and the blanket and carried them to the car.

- Maybe quit? What we have - a little? ... - I grimaced.

“I'll wash it,” the wife answered vaguely and threw a dirty ball into the trunk.

I wanted so much to leave this place more quickly - this is a damned place - that I didn’t fold the tent, but stuffed it in a bag anyhow, and in order to enter it I would stamp it with my foot. Finally, they set off. We drove to the city in silence. I did not know whether to talk about what happened, and Lenka was silent tired, looking at the window indifferently. She managed to wash, but did not, or did not want to make up. And now I was sitting next to me just a little matured girl who was made to know all the filth and filth of our world. Nothing, I thought, turning the wheel, will be forgotten, will pass ... Everything, over time, will go back to normal ... Nothing. And indeed, after a couple of weeks, my wife again became the same - a sweet, infinitely beloved girl, creating comfort in our small apartment. The only reminder of the experience was our lack of sex. I just could not, did not know how to offer Lenka to make love after all ... I hoped that she, as usual, would take the first step. The fact is that we had a tacit agreement - when the wife wanted sex, she not only gently hugged me in bed, but also skillfully aroused a pen, sometimes a mouth. Last, admit, it was not often. But Lenka so far, apparently, did not strive for physical intimacy, and once I, tormented by vague desires, sinned on the side ... Once, while I was tidying up in an apartment, I was taking out the garbage. Lenka left for mother's day for weight, and I was wondering whether to drink after harvesting a beer or take a “white” one. Recently, drowning out the constant pain and uninvited memories, I became addicted to alcohol ... Bad, of course, but it still helps, it must be admitted, and at the same time improves my mood. A neighbor Svetlana met at the garbage chute; in everyday life she was called by everyone just as Sveta - a woman of thirty-five-years-old - also took out the garbage. There are people who remain Svetka, Vitka, Fedya, Masha until they die ... They can’t, and maybe don’t want to, even in old age, become serious and solid ... Svetka put an eye on me and tried at every opportunity talk for life. " To stop possible hints in advance, I tried to seize the initiative:

- How is Vitek? Got a job? - Vitek, this is Svetka's husband and, accordingly, my neighbor. Bukhar, lazy and, in general, the narrow-minded type. In addition, fat, it is not clear on what grub. Each time, when I met his vile, muzzle swollen from drunkenness, with my lips forever wet and small, close-fitting lustful eyes, I experienced a feeling of indescribable disgust.

- He shook me! ...