At the evening animation show on the stage near the pool, my wife and I reshuffled to taste local cocktails. And watching the production slowly sipped various kinds of cocktails. By the end of the presentation, my spouse had a soft glanders. Taking the last two, as with the end of the presentation the bar also closed, I returned to our chaise lounges. We didn’t sit down in front of the stage in the armchairs, but instead sat a little apart on the sun loungers, directly in front of the pool.

The wife was drunk to die, but reached out for a cocktail. When she finished her own, I offered her my glass, since I was not a fan of drinking, and this cocktail drink was not at all to my taste. My wife persuaded my glass too. The lights on the stage had already gone out, the bar was also closed, and now only the pool lights lit up the space. People dispersed who where, who by numbers, who continue to walk, but already outside the hotel, the hotel gradually sank into sleep.

Having tried to explain to my wife that we need to go up to the room, I discovered that she is out of control. The prospect of dragging her to her room became real and unique.

I stood and silently looked at my wife, sprawled on a lounger. The last belated vacationers passed by. Near the two of us stopped, we can say elderly Turks, well, probably under fifty. One man was large, with a belly hanging over his shorts, all hairy, curly black curls stuck out from under the open shirt's bright shirt, the second was thinner, but he too could not be called an athlete.

Maybe you can help - in English I turned to me. I smiled in response and accepted help, now we are dragging my faithful without much pressure. Then the men came closer. I noticed that they were looking at my Irina with interest. She was wearing a tank top, without a bra, but with a rather tight top, so that her lush breasts of the fifth size looked excellent without a bra, and a beige skirt short to mid-thigh.

You have a beautiful wife - said fat. I like it myself - I joked back. You can take pictures next to her. This love of Turks for photographing with Russian women already got a little bit, but people decided to help me, so I nodded in the affirmative.

They gave me a camera and both Turks hooked up to Irina on a chaise longue from two sides and made a smile in the cell.

Photographing, interesting thoughts ran through my head. And a small dose of all the cocktails that I had drunk dispersed them to light speed. And let's still like this - I suggested to the men, coming up and slightly raising my skirt to my wife, opening her plump, fleshy little lezhi more firmly. My proposal was met with stormy delight in men.

And you can like this - asked the Turk putting his paw on a bare Irkin's thigh. Can I nod - taking a picture. And so - he immediately offered a second - clasping one breast with his palm. It is possible, but this is the last - I said, my dick in pants began to get up and as I noticed in men, shorts also began to bristle.

Maybe a little more - winked thick at me. But not on your camera anymore - I said, turn off their device and take yours from the table. Turks nodded according to.

Without any demand, they completely lifted Ira to the skirt, revealing her little blue panties. I started to take pictures of how they took turns placing their palm on the triangle covered by her mother, as they openly pawed her sis through a t-shirt.

Then they spread her legs to the side, placing her hip on her knees. I took this picture too. When one of them already openly got into the pants to my wife, I suggested - maybe we won't continue here. The Turks have correctly captured the keyword, we will continue in my phrase, and returning the skirt to its place, they caught my wife by the arms. I invite you to yourself - I said. And our little procession headed towards the hotel building.

Throwing Irina’s hands on her shoulders and supporting her with her hands on the side, the Turks could not resist letting Irina take her free hand under her skirt. I walked back and a couple of times I photographed how their hands are rummaged under my skirt along my chubby ass my love. Seeing what I was shooting, the men deliberately pulled the skirt up and I captured how my wife was hugging with two men with a naked butt. In front of the hotel’s doors, our group took on a decent look and we walked grandly through the hall and took the elevator to the room.

In the room the Turks carried Irina to the bed. We continue - one of them asked. And then - I replied, again including the camera. Now the fatigued t-shirt also joined the skirt. My wife was lying with bare boobs and the Turks were playing with her magnificent balls. Their hands began to penetrate and under her panties, I shot as they rummaged there with palms, rubbing his wife's pussy. Not knowing how to say in English, I gestured to make it clear to men that all the clothes from his wife can be removed. And now my Irina already involuntarily poses for the camera naked with a hug with two men with indecently divorced legs.

I also told them with gestures that they too could undress. They did not have to beg. Soon my naked wife was surrounded by the same naked Turks. Prudent men shoved condoms out of their pockets. And the fat Turk dressed in his rubber began to join in with my wife. Irina still lay unconscious and even when the Turks pounced on her with her whole body, she only gasped in a drunken stupor. The Turk began to fuck her, I took pictures, but for now the remaining friend of the Turk talked on his mobile phone. Saturated, thick tears from Irina, his condom hung down under the weight of sperm, he busily removed the gum and put the used condom on the table. His friend, meanwhile, began to notice my spouse, and turning her over on her back, pulled her legs off the bed, so that she was lying on her bed with her stomach, kneeling on the floor.

Having joined in from behind, he began to fuck her with cancer, sticking with her rolls. Irina shook under his thrusts, flattened tits rubbed on the coverlet from a slightly open mouth came a drunken moo. While his boyfriend was fucking my wife, fat lounging in a chair lit up. From the spread of smell, I decided that it was some kind of grass, since it did not look like a tobacco smell. The Turk offered to me, but I refused, saying that I did not smoke.

When the second had finished and his scumbag was on the table next to the first, the men decided to pose a little more, putting their members to my wife's face. When a fat man placed his dick near my wife's mouth and began to drive them over her lips, Irina involuntarily made a sucking movement. Turk stuck his penis deeper, but his wife, you-pushed penis and slightly turned her head. He does not want - the Turk laughed - leaving attempts to fuck Irina in her mouth.

They knocked on the door of the room. This is my nephew - said the second Turk. He opened the door. The shply cherkyavky lad entered the room, the look of a naked uncle and another man did not embarrass him, but I was very interested in the sight of my naked spouse lying on the bed. You will not mind if Ahmet fucks your Natasha - said the Turks. I did not explain to him that my wife's name was Ira, I nodded, although I was a little amazed at his audacity, since he asked for permission already when the boy came.

Ahmet quickly undressed, all this time staring at my wife and constantly thanks to my uncle, from a conversation I understood only the recurring Salim, this is probably the name of my uncle.

Undressed, Ahmet attacked my wife like a hungry little wolf, he squeezed, rubbed, kissed her sisi, stuck to her nipples for a long time, fiddled them with his fingers, slightly tugged Irkina tits for nipples, hips, butt, everything was surrounded by his attention.

Then putting on a stick he settled down on Irina. My uncle and his boyfriend obligingly opened the legs of my wife, clutching at her boobs with both hands Ahmet began to hasten to fuck my wife.

Ahmet loves Russians very much Natasha - his uncle explained to me. Ahmet only nodded in response, continuing to fuck Irisha.Having fucked her, he lay on her for some time, shaking his cheek against her titty and sucking on her nipples. Then it was Ahmet’s turn ...