Had a great time at the sauna!

We had a fun steam!

Hello everyone! My name is Pavel, I'm 31, and my wife Sveta is 22. We've been married for 4 years, living happily, without conflicts. Sveta is modest, a homebody, a good housewife and wife. And this with such a model-like appearance! Judge for yourself: 181 cm tall, perfect figure — beautiful breasts, a round butt, and her legs! She's into sports; we actually met at the gym and got married two years later. Straight silky hair below shoulder level, beautiful blue eyes, a pretty face. A blonde. The only thing that was frustrating was that in terms of sex, she was somehow constrained, uptight. I tried every time to bring at least some variety,

but she accepted new positions reluctantly, managed to talk her into anal sex a couple of times, sometimes she swallowed cum. But she did all this reluctantly, forcing herself, trying to please me. I wanted her to feel good too.

A year after the wedding, Sveta got a job at some firm as an assistant accountant. The money, of course, was nothing, she was just tired of sitting at home. My decent earnings were more than enough for the two of us. At work, she quickly got along with the team, became friends with the firm's secretary — Irina. She often came to our house, she and Sveta spent a lot of time together. You'd come home from work — they'd be sitting there, giggling about their own, female stuff. And Irina, that girl was something else! Tall, slender, like my Sveta, but a brunette, black hair to her shoulders, and her face was simply angelic! Only the eyes of this "little angel" burned with some kind of mischievous fire. She looks at you as if undressing you with her gaze. She dressed accordingly — skirts, each one shorter than the last, sky-high stilettos, she'd pull her lovely legs into black nylon. In short, I couldn't sit in the same room with them, I tried to go somewhere else, otherwise it got a bit tight in my pants.

At first, I was happy about their friendship. Sveta started going out more, began dressing more interestingly, following her friend's lead — also skirts, stilettos. She became more beautiful, more cheerful, I couldn't be happier. Irka called her constantly, inviting her to some discos, parties, corporate events. Now, coming home, you could rarely find her there. I took it normally, but after some time she changed radically. I no longer recognized my modest wife. Often she came home slightly drunk, late, sometimes until 2 AM. Her skirts became shorter and shorter (she no longer wore jeans at all), her makeup brighter, and a familiar fire lit up in her eyes. I sometimes wouldn't see sex for weeks — she constantly cited fatigue, female problems. We argued several times, but after making up, I got Sveta to promise to stop all these outings. Now I very rarely let her go to various parties. What was alarming was that she went there without me, and when I offered to go together, she found all sorts of excuses to avoid it. Alarming? I was sure she had gotten herself a man! I'm not sinless myself, and I don't blame her too much for it, but to do it so openly (does she take me for a fool?), and at my expense? We were only fucking once a week! Be that as it may, Sveta settled back at home. I only let her go with Irina occasionally, and even then, because I myself wanted to invite some new "diligent" colleague "for a cup of tea" in her absence. In short, life flowed in its usual course.

About a month passed like this. Irka (that devil, she tormented me — I'd fuck her right on the spot!) as before often came over, locked herself in the kitchen with Sveta (female secrets, supposedly) and talked for a long time. Irka would enthusiastically tell Sveta something, show her some photos, and Sveta listened with envy on her face. Every now and then the girls' ringing laughter would sound when Irka spread her hands, like an experienced fisherman showing the size of a caught fish, and nodded meaningfully. When I let them go to another corporate event together, their joy knew no bounds. I had quite reconciled myself to the thought that Sveta sometimes fooled around on the side. It didn't affect our family life at all, especially since in bed she became much more active, willingly tried everything new, and often took the initiative herself. Let her think I know nothing and let everything take its course.

Chance, as always, helped me penetrate Sveta's "secret." Once, returning home from work, I decided to stop by a cafe on the way — to empty a glass of beer after a hard day's work. I went to the counter, ordered a glass of "Nevsky," and sat down on a soft high stool near the bar, sipping the cold beer. Suddenly, some guy unexpectedly came up from behind and asked with doubt in his voice: "Pashok, is that you?" I turned around. In front of me stood a stocky guy with a little belly, impressive-looking, in an expensive suit, about my age, and he was still examining me, trying to see if he was mistaken. Suddenly, apparently finally convinced, he smiled broadly and extended a large, hairy hand adorned with a massive gold ring to me. How could I not recognize that painfully familiar and yet so changed face! "Yurka!" — I joyfully rushed to him — "You devil!" "Well! You recognized me!" — we hugged tightly.

Yurka and I served together. 2 years day in day! We "demobbed" together, promised not to lose touch. But it happened, life scattered us. He was from Severodvinsk, and I've lived here all my life. And Yurka did well — didn't miss his chance, been everywhere, did business, made it big. Now he settled in our city, opened a representative office of his firm and is slowly handling business. Got married 6 years ago, two kids. The firm's name sounded familiar — isn't that where Sveta works? But I didn't ask anything. To hell with that job. We had plenty to talk about. We sat with him until late at night. We drank, ate snacks, and talked and talked... We agreed to go to his dacha the day after tomorrow to relax, without wives, of course — the full set — sauna, shashlik, girls... "Now, Pashok, we'll organize everything! I have two such girls working at my firm — beauties! Young! I'll get four more of our guys involved — we'll fuck them there!" — he laughed cheerfully — "though it's not their first time, they pull off such stunts!" He took his mobile out of his pocket, dialed a number: "San, hey! How about coming to my place the day after tomorrow to relax?... The usual!... San, call Vitek, Leshka, and Djanik, warn them. And I'll get the girls!" Right then he dialed the next number: "Irochka, hello! Sorry it's so late... We're having a corporate party here with the guys, like you and Svetochka do, wouldn't you grace our modest feast with your presence?... (familiar laughter came from the receiver)... Just try to get Svetochka excused, because there will be six of us!... Yeah, met an old buddy... Irochka, I have no doubt that you, if needed, can handle it alone! You're my clever girl! But you try to get Sveta excused, you skillfully lead your own husband by the nose!... All right, go ahead, I'm really counting on you!" When I heard the familiar names, I was struck like by lightning! Irochka, Svetochka... Two slutty girlfriends! So that's what kind of corporate events they go to! I thought she had gotten herself a man, but she's servicing five! Well, that modest girl of mine! Looks like Irka talked her into it! Who else! Okay, we'll arrange a gangbang for you!

I pulled myself together and outwardly looked calm. I didn't say anything to Yurka. The thought that the day after tomorrow we would be fucking Sveta and Irka like the lowest whores, six of us, incredibly excited me.

Yurka threw the phone on the table, got up, and went to the toilet. To finally dispel all my doubts, I took his phone, found the names "Svetik" and "Irochka" in the directory. Compared the numbers in my phone. Exactly them! A few minutes later Yurka returned. We drank some more, chatted a bit, reminiscing about past years, and about an hour later we parted.

You won't believe it, but after weighing everything, I finally convinced myself that this was normal. Sex is sex. And the fact that five guys will be fucking my wife right before my eyes doesn't matter. We'll just get mutual pleasure. Only pleasure. Our love will become even stronger because the main thing is trust. But how to explain this to Sveta? I decided to leave everything to chance. Let it be as it will be. The main thing is that the guys don't find out anything!

I entered the apartment, somehow undressed, and flopped onto the bed next to the sleeping Sveta. She woke up, sat up in bed, and, half-opening her sleepy eyes, asked: "I was worried. Where were you?" "Drinking beer!" — I grumbled in a drunken voice. Sveta covered me with a blanket and snuggled up to me. How beautiful she is, and how I love her! — with that thought, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, I tried not to think about what was coming at all, the workday passed quite quickly. Coming home, I found both "heroines" of tomorrow's evening there. They were sitting in the kitchen as always, excitedly discussing something. Irina was sitting sprawled comfortably on a chair, legs crossed, causing her already tiny skirt to ride up even higher. I swallowed. She, as always, smiled lustfully, flashing an appraising glance, and said: "Hi, Pash!" Well, just you wait, you devil! Tomorrow I'll be the one smiling! We'll fuck you first! So you can't even move your shapely legs! I greeted her back and went to my room. The main thing is not to think about it, otherwise I probably won't even make it to tomorrow.

When Irina left, Sveta came up to me and sang in her angelic voice: "Pash, Irka just said that tomorrow at work there's an unscheduled meeting. All employees must be there. And then there will be a party. So I'll probably be late! Okay?" — she gently pressed against me, looking at me with pleading eyes. She always does that when she wants something! And how she lies! Even her shameless little face didn't blush! Thinks I don't understand anything, that she can lead me around by the finger like that! Well, one word — blonde! "Of course, sunshine!" — I answered smiling — "Are you ready for the meeting?" "Of course, darling, Irin and I just looked over all the materials! I'll just go to bed earlier today, tomorrow will be a hard day!"

Yes, the day ahead was indeed hard! I had to put my plan into action. And the plan was this: get to Yurka's dacha faster than the girls, intercept them somewhere in a secluded spot and warn them about everything. The main thing is that the guys don't find out that Sveta is my wife! I didn't tell Sveta in advance that I knew about her affairs, afraid of her reaction. After all, she might refuse to go and ruin our fun little gangbang! That couldn't be allowed! I'll tell her everything on the spot, there — she definitely won't wriggle out!

Sveta woke up in an excellent mood. She didn't walk, she floated around the house. I just opened my eyes, and breakfast was already beckoning with its aroma on the table. "Darling, sit down and eat quickly, otherwise I have to go, and the dishes will be left unwashed!" she chattered as soon as I appeared in the kitchen. Yes, I had to hurry. I hastily swallowed the prepared breakfast, quickly got dressed, and shot out of the apartment like a bullet, shouting on the way that I was leaving on business. Sveta, it seemed, was glad to get rid of me. I had time, but still I should hurry. While she washes the dishes, gets dressed, puts on her makeup, gets ready — washes up! That's at least two hours. You know how it is with women, especially for such an important event!

I got to Yurka's dacha quickly and without difficulty. Luckily, there were no traffic jams, and I didn't wander long in the dacha settlement — there weren't many houses there yet. When I arrived, the host was already there. He had cleaned the house, heated the sauna. Preparations were in full swing. "Why so early, Pash? Everyone else will only arrive in about an hour and a half!" — Yurka was surprised to see me. "Well, couldn't sit at home, decided to come, help!" — I answered. "Ahh... Well, thanks!" — Yurok drawled.

While we were looking around the house, Yurka's friends arrived. They worked with him and were his assistants. I met Leshka, Djanik, and Vitek. Sanya was supposed to arrive later and bring our girls. They all turned out to be sociable, fun guys. Leshka — a huge two-meter bruiser — was responsible for security at Yuri's firm... He was about 35-37 (I didn't go into those details), formerly from the "brotherhood," had the appropriate look: bald, pumped up, with a straight row of gold teeth — a very "concrete" dude. But his appearance didn't match his character. In communication, he was simple, easy to talk to. In short, "one of us."

Djanik — a stocky, fat Georgian of short stature, was in the position of a diplomat. He established contacts with neighboring enterprises in such sauna gatherings. He was suited for this position like no one else. High-spirited, cheerful joker — he was always the life of any party. He looked about 40.

Vitek was the oldest in our company, a former military man. I don't know what rank he was before dismissal, but even a field marshal would probably envy his importance. A plump man with a receding hairline, medium height, was quite sturdy, but his temples were covered with noble gray hair. He was 56. Always serious, approached everything with responsibility.

We sat down at the already set table and drank to our acquaintance. We expected Sanya any minute. The guys were eagerly discussing the upcoming fun, shouting out their ideas over each other. I wasn't up for it. I sat on pins and needles, constantly glancing out the window at the road. The hardest part was ahead. To be left alone with the girls unnoticed, explain everything clearly (for Sveta — she's a blonde, after all!). And Irina, I think, will even be happy with such a turn of events. The main thing — Sveta's reaction.

Finally, Sanya's black jeep appeared in the distance. The guys were too engrossed and, it seems, didn't notice it. I demonstratively took cigarettes from the table, even though I had smoked a minute ago, and hurried into the yard. When I came out of the house, the jeep was already approaching the gate. Instantly, I ran behind the corner and hid. Phew, seems they didn't notice! Sanya started honking so someone would come out and open the gate. Damn it! The girls will just get out of the car now and go straight to the guys! What to do? If I suddenly appear before them in the presence of friends, everything will be revealed. I didn't want, you know, for the guys to know that this slut is my wife, but I couldn't miss the chance to participate in such a gangbang.

No one came out of the house in response to Sanya's persistent honking. He got out of the car himself — "are they already drunk or what?" The girls got out after him. First Irka, then Sveta, looked around and stretched sweetly. Yeah... They were dressed appropriately: both in such short flared skirts that there was no point in wearing them — Sveta's little white panties peeked out front and back, Irka was in her "signature" black tights — I couldn't see her panties. The skirts were the same style, apparently homemade (they don't sell such short ones!). On top, they were also dressed quite lightly — Irina had a short, white tank top with straps reaching to her chest with a large black "YES" inscription on the front, Sveta had thrown on a light cream blouse above her navel with a deep neckline. Sky-high stilettos and bright "war paint" makeup. Just first-class whores!

Time! I stood up sharply, ran around the bush, and jumped out onto the clearing right in front of them. Describing their reaction is very difficult. The girls screamed loudly and almost fell into their own puddles from surprise. Then — a silent scene... They just stared at me dumbfounded. Suddenly, large tears began to well up in Sveta's eyes. She got up and walked towards me with awkward steps (her panties dangling on her knees). She was already crying her eyes out. "Pasha, my dear, forgive me! Forgive me!" — she cried, pressing against me. I gently hugged her and, kissing her cheek where large teardrops were rolling,