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My parents were already not so young, and my wife and I spent the summer visiting their village. Only summer was very cool, and we have not yet built our bathhouse with my father. I had the whole season, from the May Day, to go to the district center, to the city, at the factory. Having visited a public bath for the first time, we met at the exit and my wife was full of impressions. She only complained that there were many people in the women's section. I asked the locals, and they replied that by the evening the bath was visibly empty. A week has passed. I went to work in the city, made things up, and in the evening I helped my father with the construction of his bath. My vacation will start in a couple of days, and for the whole summer, while in my entrepreneurial business there is a seasonal calm. The beginning of the holiday was marked by shock work. After this, the bath is the first thing! They sat down with his wife in the car and went to the district center. Remembering what the locals said, arrived at six o'clock. Bath worked until nine, but at the entrance only up to eight.

Coming out at eight o'clock, I waited a long time for my wife. She came out only in the ninth. Not enthusiastic, like last time, but some thoughtful about something else. I asked what it was like, but she shrugged it off, that it was better to drive earlier, like all normal people, and then in the women's section in the evening sheer mud. I have it clean and everything became clear.

There were days full of the joys of carpentry work up a sweat, and twice a week we went to the district center. Several times managed to go early. But with tickets to the women's section it was getting worse, and therefore we smoothly moved to a later time. It is understandable - in the city the factory was started up again and the women workers in the bathhouse were taken, and they were out of turn. My wife again began to leave the bathhouse a little upset, but by the middle of summer she was already used to it and didn’t scream, only went with me without the former joy. So we drove almost two months in two or three days to the district center.

At the end of August, we practically built on the estate, in the sense of a bathhouse, it remains to put together doors and shelves.

And so, the day came when we went to wash in the city for the last time. Wife in September to go back to work at school, and it is time for me to take up the main business. Parents under the winter without a bath did not go.

We wash again in the evening. The wife, as usual, went to the women's section without much enthusiasm, and I went to my own. Somewhere in half an hour the attendant enters the men's section, and to those who become familiar, as usual, comes up and offers something. He did this all the time, in the evenings, but he avoided me - I didn’t pull on the local one - there was no tanner (face, neck and hands). Some, as usual, two or three go with him. And here he came to me for the first time:

- Look at the fucking, jerk off - do not want? Just for the steward!

- Lets do it! - I was curious, otherwise I would leave this place without having tasted all the delights of the service!

A small department, which was under repair under the "VIP" room, was separated from the men's corridor with brick walls, hung with plastic film in stains of plaster mortar. He led us into a room with a wide bench, covered with clean sheets. Before us was a large, similar to a screen with a two-meter diagonal, tinted glass. Mirror - I guessed. The attendant instructed us not to smoke - the lights can be seen through the glass, and turn on the light, and he went out.

Soon in the hall appeared with a half dozen naked guys in headdresses and with wide smiles in gold. A bath attendant came in with them. He opened a small window in the opposite wall, and the guys looked around the hall for some time, apparently female, and then went out again. Soon, four young women were brought into the room one by one. One of them was my wife.Slim, thirty-year-old, with nice small breasts and a beautiful face, short cropped pubis, she could not help but attract the attention of men. Lump rolled to his throat in horror of helplessness and humiliatingness of the situation. Even in the eyes slightly darkened! Realizing that now we are going to do with women in front of me, I shaken finely from jealousy and impotent resentment. I clearly saw that she was not here of her own will, but somehow resigned to her fate. Trying not to betray his feelings with all his strength, he looked at the rest of the audience, who were completely absorbed in the beginning presentation and had already begun to play with their strengthening flesh. They looked enthusiastically at women, including my wife, and this made me sick.

Meanwhile, women were surrounded by guys who had broken up into groups of three or four people. They gruffly squeezed the girls chest, paw between the legs. The wife dutifully spread her legs, allowing herself to feel, only blushing a little and trying not to look at the guys, just did what she was told. And now I see how she stood up completely without a murmur at the marble bench, bent down, her hands resting on hers, and she spread her legs wide. The accuracy of habitual movements clearly indicated that this room was well known to her, and it was not for the first time that they did this to her. Approaching from behind, one of the bulls began to adapt to her, and she silently accepted him into herself without any shadow of suffering or horror on her face. Her expression was somehow detached, with indifference, like a person with a broken will, resigned to the unpleasant, but inevitable. Fuck started. I saw my wife, from which they made a whore, use her, but she does not oppose this, and just did not want to believe in what the eyes saw. From contemplation of what was happening, she began to throw something - into heat, then - into cold, a nervous shiver broke through, and to my shame, my own flesh began to pour strength. This beautiful and provocative woman was completely different, not familiar to me! That I did not know her.

I did not know that she could like that, anyway with whom. The wife soon closed her eyes and began to breathe with her mouth parted, obviously feeling pleasant sensations from what was happening. The stallions were changing. Some went from one woman to another. While waiting for their turn, they laughed and smoked while drinking beer. It lasted a long time. Wife a couple of times meekly opened her mouth for a blowjob and tolerated all the clapping and tingling. As for the fucking, then with the second partner she punched her - wrinkling her face with a grimace and breathing excitedly with her mouth, she, in spite of herself, began to get pleasure. But suddenly pouring into it, the partner gave way to the oozing vagina to the next in line. The penetration of the third caused on the flushed face of his beloved a reflection of strong excitement, and with the fourth it was close to the ending itself, and therefore unwittingly began to sit down on the member of the rapist, making the oncoming movements booty. The next, fifth, got the most pleasant - the wife began to end violently. From the sight of this and I was discharged. After that, inside me, apart from sadness and annoyance, nothing was left of the emotions of terrible misfortune and the feeling of the collapse of habitual peace and love. Immediately the mental agony retreated - the world collapsed, and I just contemplated how, after the fifth, her legs began to break down in her knees, and the next, already the sixth partner, put her back on a high bench, throwing her legs on his shoulders.

She did not have time to recover from the orgasm, and continued to loudly, in a voice to moan, which attracted the attention of the other men. She immediately lined up a personal queue, and her wife was simply not allowed to recover from her orgasm: As soon as one poured into her, after a couple of seconds, the next man turned out to be in it, and under it she continued to sob, orgasm. The guys liked it, because in this position she, after the seventh, changed the same number of partners. The wife was clearly in high demand until she was completely weakened and the moans began to subside. The rape of the girls was coming to an end, and all the other women who were no longer engaged in serving the men, waiting for freedom, simply looked at my wife, while the last two of those who wanted her body were playing with her. Finally, she was left alone.The guys left, and after them, tired, the waddle went and the women. Mine was very tired and with difficulty left her legs leaving the room. I was in some kind of incomprehensible, stunned state. Observers cheerfully hurried to their department, and I still came to my senses from what he saw. I witnessed my wife fucked fifteen times in a row! Seeing what effect the spectacle produced on me, the bathhouse attendant winks with a smile:

- Do you regret that you went to watch?

- No, but somehow, quickly ...

- Quickly? - sincerely amazed bathhouse attendant - almost half an hour! Like a movie session! Girls, there, already shakes! Barely standing! Well, you and maniac! - and he burst out laughing.

Again, waiting for my wife at the entrance. Trying to hide the excitement asked how sweated.

- As usual. It evaporated a little - already weakness in the legs!

- It's easy for a long time.

- Faster could not! You know, I told you that there is going to such dirt in the evening that at the end of half an hour you have to wash yourself!

As usual, she did not lie to me, but she didn’t say anything about how dirty it was. She behaved as usual, without showing emotions and impressions from visiting the bath, and showed a smile only after my words about the fact that this was the last time - our bath will be ready for washing at the end of the week.

I worked hard as hell and kept my word.

A week later I went to the city, sort of on business. Came to the bath. Again the attendant picks up the voyeurs, making his small business. I ask:

- Do women so easily agree with such bulls?

- And try, give up! I saw there, one such teacher all of myself? Gives, to everyone, without persuasion! How silk has become, and you should have seen her being raped for the first time!

“Is that skinny, trimmed and scarred?” She looked at me!

I quite accurately described my wife and bathhouse attendant:

- In-in, its poor! Began to rest for the first time. I was so biased that the guys had to hold her and push her legs by force! That's what made her almost two hours in a row alternately fought, and before that, as an edification, when her legs parted - they threw an officer's belt around her pussy, and after each peasant they whipped again, until she began to finish with such whipping. Until the closing fuck! She barely managed to wash herself. Already husky like screaming!

- What shouted something?

And on it, at first, six people were noted, and after, too, as in punishment, they immediately shoved two dicks into their pussy! I thought - tear! Not. Lucky.

- So why did she come again?

- You fell off the moon, soaring ?! And you hide from them! The small town. Zastrastali that they catch, her husband - will be killed, and her - zaebut twenty digs to death, and here she has passed! Baba is easier to give on demand than to risk so! Here, from May, all summer, and fuck her!

I returned home with the knowledge of the secrets of my wife, about how her criminals raped her regularly, repeatedly over the summer. I did not dare to confess to her. I think that I did the right thing, having decided that she would not suffer with shame even before me, and it would be easier for her to forget everything. I said nothing, and after every effort I tried not to think about what she had to experience, in fact, being in the shoes of a bath prostitute. I managed not to give my knowledge of her secrets. After just thinking a lot about why she was silent then, for the first time, did not tell me. It turns out that knowing my hot-tempered character, she tolerated and went into bondage because she was afraid for herself and for me, but for me - more. With pregnancy from these freaks - carried by, well, to hell with them! Everything is in the past. After all, we will not go there!

And the winter bath was closed - the investor transferred the order to another factory, where the offer turned out to be more profitable. The factory stalled without orders. And in the spring, both the factory and the bathhouse at which it was - were sold “for bricks”.