Time went by. By the next spring, everything seemed already forgotten, but no-no, and I remembered the fact with which the submissiveness of the wife had given herself to the rapists, like she herself was catching orgasms. The memory of this all gave no rest. Yes, and in sex with us, since then, something was wrong, and once I realized that - my wife has long been so violently not finished with me, as with those rapists. Is she sunk into sex by force or with cruelty ?! I began to read everything that came across on this topic, and I realized that such a shift in the mind of a woman is quite possible, and it occurs quite often in the practice of specialized doctors. It became completely uncomfortable. There was a fear that a wife might one day just throw me away from frustration in bed or go looking for adventure on the side. Jealousy and powerlessness to change anything was simply plagued, and brains, besides their will, were all looking for a solution to the problem. Somehow I had to at least talk so that my wife would reveal to me about what she was doing with her, and then persuade her to consult a doctor on the brain.

Once, sitting at the bottle, he could not stand it and told everything to his friend. He prifigel, but listened in silence, and after sympathizing with him and told me about the fact that his wife, too, is not without sin, and secretly from him gives his brother. After the death of their parents, he could not break off relations with the only native person, and now he suffers from the wife’s tricks, hoping that he will still get tired of her, pall, and then everything will end. For myself, I thought that a friend was carrying on an illusion, but really - she would find another for herself with a decent bump, and he would simply know nothing about it.

We were still holding a bottle of brandy, and then a drunken friend told me:

- There is only one way to stop your torment of doubt in his wife and find out for sure - to model the situation in which she will face voluntary choice of sex with coercion or hard sex.

- How to do it?

- I do not know whether you agree or not. Two stages. The first is that I try to force your wife in a bath and rude at me, then whip a whisk over my pussy as you told. Then it will immediately become clear: there will be a buzz to her - she will keep silent, but no - she will complain to you about my harassment. Yes, do not be afraid! I'm not going to rape your! If they keep silent, next time we will hold the second stage. If you certainly want to know for sure and you will agree. I’ll press her roughly again somewhere, and if I’m excited, I’ll not mind it, then I’ll try to stick a stick to it. If she gives me and keeps silent, she will not tell you that I pestered - for sure, she wants such sex!

The proposal was ambiguous, but devilishly attractive! For two weeks I was struggling with inner shame and temptation to know, and I broke down, agreed to a friend's offer.

On the appointed day, the two of us came with his wife to his dacha - he promised to teach us, since we had gotten our own bath, managed with brooms and steamed properly. The wife remained in a separate swimsuit, and we - in shorts.

- Yes, well, somehow it is strange - I say - the wife saw me, and a friend - what to be ashamed of!

And I took off the panties. A friend apologized and asked for permission from his wife too to become bare in her presence. The wife giggled and answered with a smile:

- What about me? Your bath - you yourself and decide what the rules in it! And I don't care, I'm a guest.

He took off his underpants, revealing to the audience a half-excited male beginning a little bit thicker than mine. His wife furtively threw a couple of looks at him, but did not file a mind. A friend really began to teach us, alternately showing me and my wife, how to cover and properly broom, when and how to doused with water.He told about the effect of flavors. The wife listened and memorized, absorbing useful information with interest. And then came the moment when a friend said that there are several secrets in the techniques and use of herbs used by bath attendants, soaring women, and such procedures can be replaced by sex, but in my presence it is inconvenient for him to show the lady.

My wife laughed and unexpectedly easily offered me to leave until I was called back. Knowing that everything that happens is recorded with a hidden mini-camera, I went out into the street. After the bath, the day no longer seemed sweltering and hot. I got drunk on kvass and lit it. They were secret from half an hour. When a friend called me back. His wife smiled shyly, hiding her eyes, and even her face for the bath looked too crimson, although the swimsuit was in her place.

It seems like nothing happened. My wife and I went into the house, and a friend still put things in order after bathing, leaving us alone.

- Well, what's the secret?

- Do not worry, he did not force me - my wife laughed.

- What did he do? Tell me!

- If I tell you - it will cease to be a secret.

We both left in a good mood. A day later, a friend handed me a record, and I saw for myself how he asked me to take off my swimsuit, and she, blushing a little, silently complied with the request. A friend anointed her with some kind of nipples and outer lips, and then besieged these places with whisks. The wife soon began to writhe and squirm, and reach out to these places with her hands, but he did not let her. The fact that my wife was simply tormented by the need to caress herself was obvious, she was simply exhausted, and finally the bath attendant put aside her brooms and began to pat the woman with her palms on her nipples, and after that - on her pubis and between her legs. At the same time, it was clearly visible that the wife is not something that does not oppose, but she herself widens her hips wider for his slack blows. And so, the blows are becoming more and more powerful, biting, and the wife is more and more excited and herself is already being substituted for them, even spreading her lips with her fingers so that they fall on the tender flesh, renouncing the real world. She was already on the verge of an orgasm, when a friend suddenly stopped the procedure. Crazy with desire, his wife grabbed his wrist and, in a nervous shiver, sent two of his fingers together, which she immediately began to humor herself. But even this seemed to her not enough, and she herself turned on the shelf, pulled her friend closer to her, and his manly wealth entered the entire coil like clockwork where her fingers had been wielding before. And now, after a minute, she started shaking her pelvis, ending. Having waited, when the partner finishes, the wife has a little a rest and has started to wash, put herself in order, put on a bathing suit.

A few days after this, the wife was often lost in thought, but only on the eve of the next weekend she asked:

- And we will go to your friend? I liked his bath, but I was too agitated without you and I would have to ask him something else.

The clouds were thickening in my soul, but I understood that it was necessary to go all the way so that confidence and frankness could be restored between us.

And here we are again in the bath with a friend. Thinking a little, my wife unexpectedly bared after us. We even looked at each other in surprise.

Soared again, and after his wife asked him whether it was possible to achieve the same effect without ointments, with some brooms.

- You can, just have to whip harder and a little longer.

- I agree! Teach him! (this is about me).

His wife lay wide-spread legs bent at the knees and closed her eyes in anticipation. A friend showed me how to whip on the nipples and between the legs, with what force and how to alternate goals. Then he passed the broom to me. My already breathed noisily, and at the bottom of her the entrance opened excitedly. I whipped harder, and I saw how she liked it, bringing an orgasm closer. It ended with the fact that she herself attacked me. Sex was fierce, wild in its power and strength. She kissed me like a mad woman, drawing my face to me and making such roars and groans that I did not last long.When she stopped quietly whimpering, feeling how I poured into her, and our pubes, tightly pressed against one another, parted, and my wife sighed sweetly, wearily, I decided that it was all over. She lay still, enjoying the bliss, after which we kissed and then left the steam room. Now the test subject clearly felt some awkwardness for her behavior in the bath, and in general ...