Resort, resort!

The resort was greeted with a bright southern sun, red-hot air and exotic smells. Tourists, tired after the flight and the hustle and bustle with the clearance and baggage claim, sat on their own buses and traveled around the hotels. We were lucky, we quickly plunged into a minibus and within an hour, after checking in at the reception, we unpacked our suitcases in a comfortable room. In the open balcony doors burst a moist and warm wind of the sea.

- How nice here. - My wife Marina, standing on the balcony and spreading her arms, blissfully put her face into the evening sun of Egypt. - We urgently need a shower, change clothes and still have time for dinner!

Choosing a dress for dinner took a long time. I was always a little annoyed by Marinkin's passion for constant long gatherings in front of the mirror, but here the resort is still, she spent so much time on the selection of numerous outfits ... Let her enjoy this opportunity - in winter Moscow these dresses have nowhere to wear!

Marina, meanwhile, was spinning in front of the mirror, throwing on herself that one other dress, most of which, in my opinion, could hardly be called a dress — most likely they were some variations on the theme of shirts and nightgowns.

- Well, what are you looking at, here is the resort, everyone goes there like that ... - My wife reassured me with the tone of an experienced frequenter of Egyptian resorts. - Here you look - no one will pay attention. - Marina looked at the next outfit in the mirror, which is a translucent short dress, through which all the laces of her panties and her nipples protruding breasts were visible. It was as though the selection of the outfits were arranged so that it was impossible to either wear bras (“well, strap-ups!”), Or when trying to bend down and sit down for a general review, all the other Marinkins of charms were exposed. How could I not watched it ... Well, I knew that she had been picking up outfits for the resort for a month, but I did not expect them to be so extravagant and bold. Here is a surprise arranged!

Although there is nothing to be ashamed of, of course, I calmed myself, in my heart even defending some pride that my wife at 40 looks so good: the waist is fine, the breast is the third size (this is certainly a plastic surgeon’s merit, but it turned out very well ), wide enough tight hips and elastic bulging ass. On the other hand, where else can you boast of all this, if not in the south! Why then all these expenses on silicone tits and fitness!

Okay ... I calmed myself, especially as Marina had already gathered, eventually choosing her rather modest outfit - light green silk overalls, which nevertheless (it seemed to me) more than it should have been Marinkin ass, giving everyone the opportunity to make sure that her owner prefers a rather tiny underwear. The bra, of course, was not - "the cut on the back."

At dinner, sitting at the table, I managed to note that many of the women present did not burden themselves with too much clothing — many were in short shorts, thin shirts, and light dresses. But it was the usual resort uniform of most of our compatriots, the same in all Turkish-Egyptian resorts. My Marina, despite the relative closeness of her today's outfit, looked anyway much sexier. The thin fabric stretched across the chest, the protruding nipples just teasing the eyes. And these views were a lot! I noticed to the rhinestone how the faces (and not only the faces, probably) of the servants at the entrance were strained, when Marina, shaking her ass, passed by them on her tall heels! No, no one behaved rudely - they didn’t press their tongues, they didn’t let out any jokes, but it was evident that all men noted the appearance of such a woman.I will not say that it left me indifferent. To be honest, the feeling of a proud male overwhelmed me! I thought that, probably, most of these men would like to be in my place this evening, and better at night ...

The night, by the way, was great, despite the slight fatigue after the road and the change of scenery, we frolicked in bed long enough. Of course, I played my role and additional excitement, which I received from observing the reaction of other men to my wife. What I told her about and in the evening after returning from dinner. Marina, it seemed to me, with great enthusiasm and satisfaction, I heard my confessions from me and promised playfully that she would not let me relax, like - these are flowers, so look both ways.

I remembered these words of her the following evening, when we were going to go somewhere to sit, drink and dance. The whole day we lain on the beach, bathed, managed to sunbathe and now thought about how to spend more fun in the evening. I was more drawn to some quiet place, but Marinka, on the contrary, was eager to dance and rejoice! Accordingly, the outfit for the evening was chosen from the category of those that I took for the clothes. Marina had a short satin dress made from some pieces of fabric. On the sides, it was not sewn at all, but connected by several thin cords. The bra for the usual reason (“sticks out”) was immediately rejected, but we had a whole discussion with the panties: the fact is that the dress was opened on the side and the thigh, just at the place where the panties were supposed to be. Marina said that she did not have matching color and style, and she forgot to take her panties with transparent elastic bands.

- Well, you do not want everyone to stare at my panties, sticking to the side! - My sly wife convinced me.

Of course, I immediately suspected her that the situation with the “forgotten” cowards was rigged, but I was already seized by the anticipation of yesterday’s feeling of being close to the woman that foreign males want ... And I gave up.

Marina triumphantly climbed on her tall hairpins, which only made her more irresistible - a thin dress flowed around her body, round boobs were seen in the cut in front of a dress that stretched all the way to the navel, her tanned thigh attracted her gaze to bare body shorts.

- Listen, well, all - men to you today in all your cuts eyes overlooked!

- Well, let them be happy that I came here like that! Yes, and you like it! - Marinka smiled, hinting at my story yesterday.

... You should tell about visiting a disco separately and for a long time!

Emotions alone, which overwhelmed me that night, were replaced by a mass. Marina, of course, was the “highlight of the program”! In vain, I hoped that it would be quite dark in the bar and on the dance floor and the wives would not pay attention to the attire.

It was not there - the searchlights and the spotlights illuminated everything in the very best light! Only in the bar I noticed that the dress of Marina, when she was sitting down, was bullying at the most interesting place and the shaved pubis and even a part of her pussy appeared to her eyes. Inevitably, I began to look around and noticed that the natives sitting around (and here for some reason were mostly Egyptians) openly stare at Marinka between their legs, catching every movement. I later whispered to her about it, but anyway, several times she managed to shift her legs wide enough, and I think that those who wanted could receive their portion of the desired show. Moreover, the absence of cowards, despite all the excuses of his wife, could only be noticed by the blind. As a result, one by one, dark-skinned guys began to catch up with a request to invite Marinka to dance. Before that, we went out to the dance floor a couple of times, fast music played all the time, few people danced - there were not very many girls and everyone mostly looked at us. And there was something to look at - Marinka danced quite energetically, her breasts continually showed in the cut, with her ass also wrote out some intricate movements.

At one point, slow music began to play, ...