- Irin, come on. I'll give you a massage.

- Do not Slav.

Irina often went for a massage, but for the moment, naked, and in front of her husband, to allow someone else’s touch to touch her — it was beyond her strength.

Glory did not let up.

- Irin do not be afraid. I, when it was bad with money, finished courses of massage therapists.

And taking Ira by the hand, pulled over. Irina captive Irina got up from the bench - she could not resist a strong man. Trying to cover her crooked triangle with a free hand, she tried to pull out her palm. Realizing the futility of such attempts, having thrown to close, she tried to release her free hand clamped.

- Slav let go, well, I do not want a massage.

Then Slava with his other hand intercepted her free palm. Now both Irina's palms were in the hands of Glory. Having spread Irina’s arms to the side, he openly admired her body. Now Ira stood over the reclining Slava, throwing her arms to the side with a cross, and tried to pull them out. With a jerk her breasts were shaking. Slavik burst into laughter.

Vera and I stopped steaming and looked at them with wide eyes.

- Irin, let Glory massage your back - I tried to defuse the situation.

- I will massage him myself now, throw him on the floor - Ira said tensely.

Continuing to struggle and press on Glory from above, swaying from side to side, Ira, one of the jerks, mechanically, with her left foot, stepped over his bench.

An amazing picture appeared before me. Glory lies between the feet of Irina. And his quiver member just five inches from the "beauty" of his wife.

I do not know what happened to me, but I, as in a dream, not letting the brooms out of my hands, stepped towards them, took and pressed Ira on his back. Not expecting this, she could not resist and flopped on the groin of Glory. I tried to jump in immediately, but I kept pressing it down.

- Let go, well let go, boys. It's not funny anymore - Ira breathed out, resisting with all her might.

I only saw the intense glance of Glory. He seemed to be asking me: “Well? What?". And all, trembling, experiencing a strong sexual arousal that I had not previously known, I nodded to him.

Instantly, his right palm unlocked the lock with Irina’s left hand and plunged between their legs into their crotchs. Ira wanted, was to intercept his hand. But I grabbed it before and held it. She continued to resist

- Let go, but stop it, stop it.

And at that moment I saw the hand of Glory come to the surface and lay on the back of Ira. And the next, I felt Slava for the first time with a force, jerking Ira to himself, stringing her onto his dick. Irina tried to get up again and jump off him, but I continued to hold her by the shoulders.

- Boys ... - Irina tried to say something, but I, all excited, shivering, almost ending, leaning over, closed her mouth with a kiss.

Glory, nasazhivaya it on itself, increased the pace. On the 5-6 roll, I suddenly felt how my wife’s tense lips relaxed before, and she stopped trying to get off his penis. Then, unexpectedly for me, her mouth opened and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I began to suck it greedily.

Suddenly, I felt how the former, passive to the Slavic jolts, Ira begins to wave to him. Then her lips, clamped in mine, began to spread widely. I knew that this was the first sign of an approaching orgasm. I could not kiss Ira, her mouth opened wide. Eyes closed, convulsions of pleasure went over his face.

Suddenly, for Glory, she stopped podmahivat and began to arch backwards, as if trying to get off the penis. I knew that at that moment, at the time of the climax, her “beautiful” muscles were squeezed with such force that it was difficult to force her into her penis. Back continued to go back, while Irin clit tightly pressed against the rubbing member. Glory felt this, breathing heavily, already with two hands he held Ira in the ass, and with noticeable effort he put it on himself.

Unexpectedly, Ira threw her pelvis forward, unclenching the vaginal muscles. And at that moment she was covered with a wave of orgasm. Without realizing it, she moaned:

- Slavik darling well, stronger, stronger, stronger ... oh ... oh ... oh.

She almost cried out the last words.

At that moment, finished and Glory. He jerked several times, mumbling something slurred, and irrigated Ira's entire bosom with his thick sperm.

After a second, there was silence in the bath. It was clearly audible how a fly beats in the window glass, awakened by the warmth of hibernation.

The delusion that engulfed us all subsided, and we began to return to reality. I was still very excited, eggs crushed. But the brain has already begun to think something. There was a feeling like shame for what happened.

Irina faster than anyone came to her senses. Quickly jumped off the Glory:

“You are all fools, what fools you are,” she said, with tears at the end of the sentence.

Covering her face, Irina rushed to the door, losing sperm on her way, which was poured from her, at every step.

Slava and I exchanged glances. It is evident that he also experienced guilt.

We went to the waiting room. Irina was sitting on a bench, stretching along a wall covered with a towel. Her whole pose - slouched, sandwiched, was for us a silent reproach. Tears streamed down the endlessly unhappy face. Eyes without blinking, looked at the fire in the furnace.

- Irin, well, I'm sorry, we were joking - I tried to stroke her on the shoulder, but Ira threw off her hand.

- Irin, really foolishly turned out, sorry - Glory picked up.

Irina looked at me with a silent reproach, and the tears flowed even faster.

Slava caught this look, pushed me away and ate on the bench next to her. He easily began stroking her bare back, soothing her.

- Irin, well, do not worry.

It was evident that Ira was more offended at me than at Glory. Sensing this, he imperceptibly waved me - “go, I will calm her myself”.

Returning to the steam room, only there he noticed that I continued to hold a broom in my hand.

Vera sat on the shelf. Apparently she wanted to get down, help her friend. But the sweet moan of Irina stopped her halfway. Now she looked at me in confusion. At the same time, there was something new, unfamiliar in her gaze directed at me. She looked appreciatively, and as if she had just seen me for the first time.

- Ver, let me dop you - I suggested hoarsely.

- No, Seryozh, that's enough. Come to me.

She took my hand and pulled me to her. Only now I felt that my hands were shaking, and I was terribly excited. I was afraid that only one female touch would be enough for me to cum. Eggs ached to the pain.

Vera leaned back on the shelf, continuing to pull me towards herself and towards herself. I began to settle on her in the missionary position. Vera pulled her legs bent at the knees, spread them, and firmly put her feet on the boards.

That action, the participants of which were her husband and friend, did not leave her indifferent. Glancing at her crotch, she saw that labia had poured out squeezed juice. In short, Vera was ready - excited no less than mine.

I tried to send my dick to her cave with my right hand, but she caught her hand, whispering in her ear:

- Do not, let him fall.

Probably, she was afraid that if I touched her pussy with my finger, she would not stand it, it would stop.

I was prepared, as in my family life, with this attitude, to take the initiative in the movements. But Vera quickly pulled her groin to me for a meeting, and literally planted herself on my dick.

Many times with my wife, we used this pose - rather prosaic. But I did not test what Faith began to do, either before or after that evening.

Her movements and pace of podmahivaniya were so fast, swift and powerful that, having a weight under a hundred, literally flew over it. I could not even do ...