They had been waiting for this vacation, for several years it was not possible to go to the sea together. And so it happened. Warm wind, hot sun, fresh fruit and bright stars in the night sky. They are young and beautiful. They love each other so much.

She: tall, slim, with a small elastic chest, thin waist and beautiful female hips. Long brown hair, green-yellow amber eyes, and a gentle weary look.

He: tall, thin, dark-haired, with gray eyes.

They have been together for many years, but they still cannot enjoy their love.

Evening. He brought saving coolness from the heat. The cold full moon attracts the eyes of people and attracts with its mystery.

- Vlad, let's go to the beach! Let's go for a swim! - suddenly offers Natasha.

Throwing on a light robe, grabs his hand and pulls him to him. He gently wraps her around the waist and kisses her beloved fresh lips.

- I'll wear a shirt, but it's cool!

They walk slowly towards the sea. The path from the moon stretched to the horizon. He feels the touch of her thigh, and her hair, lifted by the wind, touches his cheek.

She lies down on the still warm sand and looks at Him appealingly. He lies down next to them and they look at the stars, intoxicated with peace and quiet. Her hand slides over his cheek, sorts through the hair on his chest, sinks lower on his stomach, penetrates under his jeans belt. He does not move, surrendering to the caress of his beloved. Her fingers spread the button and the zipper, her hand wrapped around the hot flesh. She gets up and pulls off his pants and takes off his shirt. Having sat down next to him on their knees, they begin their game with their hands on his body. Marigold pass through the chest and abdomen, through the thighs. The handle gently falls on the excited member, slides up and down on it, sometimes dropping down to touch the testicles. He moans softly, closing his eyes and running his fingers into the sand. She bends over him, her lips find his lips, stretching down his body. Her tongue touches the head of the penis and pass to the bottom. His hands dig more into the sand. The tongue tickles the testicles, lips wrap, then one, then another. Her thick hair waves glide over his belly and penis. That lips rise to the head and she plunges into her hot tender mouth. Deeper and deeper, up and down. He is trembling, heat fills his whole body, fog and stars in his head.

- Can I help you? - Suddenly a male voice is heard, very close.

They raise their eyes together. A guy is squatting a couple meters away from them, and looks at them with a smile. He is wearing only shorts, a moderately muscular figure, slightly wavy hair, gathered in a ponytail, and laughing eyes.

“Help yourself,” Vlad muttered, displeased with the sudden appearance of a stranger, sat down and began to pull on his jeans.

“Don't be angry, I'm bored, have a drink,” the stranger indicated the bottle in his hand, “but no one is there.” Here I wandered, I see you, let me think I ask, maybe you can drink with me.

Vlad looked at his wife, she slightly nodded her head.

- Sit down, once distracted from the important things - Vlad was a man not evil, and the stranger looked decent.

- This is the thing! - the guy was happy, sitting down next to him, - Thank you guys! My name is Andrey.

The guys introduced themselves. Since there were no glasses, they all drank in turn, straight from the neck. The wine was homemade, tasty and strong. Soon everyone was already laughing merrily, the stars became brighter, the breeze was warmer.

- Send a swim! - suggested Andrey.

“I'm without a swimsuit,” said Natasha.

- Well, what a night! I will not stare!

- Let's go, - Vlad got up, took off his jeans and stayed naked.

Andrey pulled off his shorts and also remained in what the mother gave birth to. Natasha pointedly turned away.

“Go, I'll catch you up,” she said.

The guys rushed to the sea, like little boys. Natasha turned around after them, watching as they run to the sea. Young, naked savages, shouting and hooting. The fountains of the spray diverged from their strong bodies.

- Natasha, go water is warm! - shouted to his wife Vlad.

She slowly unbuttoned her robe, he slipped on the sand with her round shoulders, and went to the sea. With her hair down, naked goddess, lit by moonlight.

- Wow! - Vlad heard the admiring voice of Andrei close by. Himself barely looking up from such a spectacle, he saw that Andrew, with a blinking look, was looking at Natasha.

- You said you will not stare.

- Sorry, but I can not, she is so beautiful!

“I know,” said Vlad in pride.

Natasha went to the water, touched the water with her small foot.

- Two liars, she is cold! - her nipples are like two cherries, strained from the coolness, - I will not swim with you. I will go to drink wine. - She turned and went back. Elastic buttocks moved in time with her steps.

“You already have water boiling around you,” Vlad whispered to Andrew.

- Look at yourself! - laughed Andrew and awarded Vlad a wave of spray.

Having splashed, swimming, they left the sea. Natasha was lying on the sand, already in a dressing gown and from under her closed eyes was watching them. The papillae under the robe again tensed, but from the sight of two naked men, warmth poured down in the abdomen and began to spread throughout the body. Wrapped with towels, they sat down next to her.

- In vain, Bunny, not bathed, great, - said Vlad.

“I'm already cold,” she answered, turning over onto her back and stretching out on the sand.

- warm up?

- Warm up! She answered boldly.

Vlad leaned over her, covering her lips with his. She had hot, alluring lips. Vlad drank from the lips of his beloved affection and passion. Andrei tried to get up and leave, but Natasha’s hand fell on his hand, asking him to stay. Vlad's hand unbuttoned the dressing gown to the waist, he began to caress her breast, so elastic and beautiful. Natasha groaned, arched, when Vlad's lips wrapped around her nipple, slightly biting her teeth. Her hand slipped on the thigh of Andrew, up under the towel, to the already risen member. Touching it with her fingers, she began to caress him. It was thicker and larger than that of Vlad. Andrew sat, not moving, not knowing how to behave in such a situation. Vlad unbuttoned his robe to the bottom, flung it open and took it off Natasha's shoulders, not tearing his lips from his chest. Andrei looked at the woman lying next to him. She had a small, rounded, female tummy, a thin waist, round hips, a shaven protruding pubis. Her head was thrown back, her back arched, her hair spread over the sand, her eyes closed, and her lips moist from Vlad's kisses, slightly parted. Andrei got a little bolder, and leaning over her gently touched her lips with his own. Natasha responded to the kiss, feeling the unfamiliar taste of the lips of another man. Their lips slid over each other, tongues playing a sweet melody of tenderness. Her hand continued to caress his cock under the towel, feeling like he was wet with grease. She pushed Andrew on the sand, turned and lay on his stomach, feeling her muscles tightened on her cheek. Vlad from here, lit a cigarette and began to watch them. Andrew, a little frightened, met his eyes with Vlad's eyes, but, not seeing anger in his eyes, he calmed down and lay back on the sand. Natasha took off the towel from Andrew’s hips, and already caressed his cock more strongly. Her hand slid along its length. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around her, feeling the taste of sea water. Vlad, having already smoked, began to kiss the legs, ass and back of his beloved. The second hand Natasha grabbed his cock and pulled to her. Vlad settled down next to Andrey, and Natasha in turn caressed, then one, then the other.

Then she lay back in the sand, pulling Andrei’s head to her chest. He greedily kissed her, his tongue slipping around her nipples. Hand slipped on the inside of the thigh, covered pubis. Natasha spread her legs, and Andrey's hand slipped on a hot, wet bud. She groaned when a finger, slipping between the lips, went inside. He kissed her belly, hips, his lips stretched to her flower. Before pressing his lips, he looked at this miracle for a few seconds: the big lips were swollen and slightly apart, between them, like petals of a rose, small lips were visible, droplets of moisture from the excitation flowed into the hollow between the buttocks.Andrei gently touched his lips to this flower, slipped his tongue between his lips. Hands Natasha forcefully pressed his head to him. He deeply immersed his tongue in her bosom, merging a kiss with her lips with her lips, drunk with the incomparable feminine juice of love. Vlad's lips caressed her nipples and neck.

Natasha pulled Andrei up, widely spreading her legs. He put his hands under her waist, and slowly began to enter her bosom. Natasha's nails dug into his shoulders, her back arched, she froze, and when he fully entered her, a trembling orgasm ran through her body. Andrey was accelerating the pace and in a few seconds a new orgasm filled Natasha's body. She stopped him, knelt, and arched her back. Her lips clasped Vlad's member, and Andrei several times sliding his lips over her sexual lips, clasped her by the hips began to enter her from behind. Andrei's hand caressed her hot flower, feeling his member enter it. Soon there it became so wet that Natasha almost ceased to feel Andrei's member. Then she asked the guys to lay on their backs with their feet to each other, to cross their legs so that their testicles and limbs were pressed one against the other. She wrapped her arm around them, sat over them and slowly began to sink down on two members at once. The men watched, fascinated, as they plunged into her womb. Having sat on them to the end, she froze, surrendering to a previously unknown sensation. Then she began to rise and fall, faster and faster, the wave of the approaching orgasm began to roll on her, and when she swept Natasha completely, she felt the members of the men shudder and the hot streams began to beat inside her, catching up all new waves of orgasm. Three young beautiful bodies merged into one under the light of the cold indifferent, to the human passions of the moon.

All three weakened lay on the sand, feeling the ease and liberation in their bodies and souls, to the quiet music of the sea.

- I have to go, - Andrei got up from the sand, - thanks! It was probably my first and last time!

Natasha stood up, gently put her lips to his lips. Vlad was sitting, leaning his cheek against the thigh of his beloved. Andrei slowly walked to the sea, turned around, waved his hand, ran away and dived into the water. The sea remained calm for a long time, and suddenly a big black dolphin jumped up from the water, right in the lunar path, burning with the silver light of the moon. He arched in the air and easily went into the water, and only the fin was visible, moving into the open sea.

- Who is he? - Natasha asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” Vlad answered quietly.