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we returned to the place and here the pilgrimage began near our table. Marinka, fanning herself with a napkin, smiling at everyone showed with signs that she did not want to dance - she was tired. Then suddenly, some kind of inner naughty voice pushed me, and I whispered to her: - Yes, go and dance with the boys, I will quietly drink a beer! And she seemed to be waiting for my consent! And then another gentleman jumped up - some kind of black, more like a Negro, than a Egyptian. And Marinka, throwing me a sly grin, got up and went with a black man to the dance floor. The guy turned out to be smart - immediately pulled Marinka closer to him than was necessary for a stranger! I (and not only me) could clearly see how Marinkin’s bust had rested on the guy’s chest, and he had put his hands low enough, with one palm right on the bare skin on my wife’s open thigh. I clearly imagined what he was feeling right now - Marinkins, balloons inflated with silicone, now probably roll over his chest, and his hand feels that there are no panties on my spouse's ass.

I wonder what she feels? The guy had rather spacious white pants, I could not see whether he was standing or not, but wouldn't anyone get up if you hold a beautiful woman to her, through the thinnest clothes of which her elastic body is felt! I started a movement from this sight in my pants ...

For the remainder of the evening, Marinka danced a few more times with the Arabs, with the last couple of times again with a black man, bigger and older than the first, black as pitch and with a shaved skull. He pressed her more than others, it was clearly seen how her balls were squashed under the dress, and everyone was whispering something in her ear. Marina especially didn’t try to pull away and sometimes laughed coquettishly.

When we returned to the room, we did not agree to rush to the bed. Having lifted the dress, I put Marinka with cancer and, without preludes and words, I thrust my dick standing in the evening into her pussy.

He fell there like clockwork, as if before someone had already fucked her. I couldn’t hold out for a long time, I was too excited, although Marina was actively, like never before, podmahivala, putting on my cock, squishing her cunt full of juices and somehow moaning in a special way. Then we ran into the shower, she sucked me from the soul, and I once again set her up with cancer, now I took it as usual - “with feeling, sensibly and well.”

Then we sat back in satisfaction on a damp sheet and I asked:

- How do you disco?

- Oh, nothing ... Very loud and few people.

- Well, you sin to complain, how much more do you need people ... It seems that they did not let you get bored?

- Yes, I did not expect such success, - Marinka clearly provoked me.

- Well, yes, the aborigines, there is plenty of pressure! Were off. probably all.

- Listen, this is Kick! - Marinka turned sideways to me, rising to her elbow. - All as one, only a hand on an ass will be put and right there with a jerk at all! And they begin to rub. - Marinka clearly liked that I raised this topic, I was impatient to share my impressions.

- Well, did you like that too? - I decided not to beat around the bush, remembering how wet her pussy was when we returned.

- Well ... not to say that it is so very straight ... - Marinka obviously flirted.

- Come on, she herself was so wet! How many different members felt in one evening! - I already started to wind up again. - Who was the biggest, the last Negro probably? I look to you especially negros indifferent? Excited by the Negro? - I already caressed my wife between my legs with my hand, she quickly became wet. Probably, it was not only my affection that acted on her, but also the topic of conversation and memories of dancing with other men.

- Well, this is not serious ... Well, rubbed ... Of course, it excites when you feel that the man wants you ... - Marina's breathing became intermittent, she again reached for my penis.This time she sucked until I finished in her mouth. Usually we didn’t do that - usually the blowjob went to fucking, but this time I didn’t take it out of her mouth - I realized that she wanted it that way.

That night we talked for a long time. Marina told me that all gentlemen offered her sex, called the most beautiful girl of the hotel, offered to go with them on a yacht, and so on. About the latter, the Negro said that his name was Ali, he was a local businessman and invited her to visit her.

The next day, again, the beach, the sea ... And in the evening my Marinka started a conversation that it would be nice to have fun again. To be honest, I didn’t want to go to the disco again, well, it’s not mine - I’m more a supporter of relaxing in a bar. In the end, the conversation came to the conclusion that the wife could even go dancing alone, especially since I myself saw that nothing bad was going on there. I agreed - there was again demonic thoughts in my thoughts, I imagined my wife dancing with another Arab and my goose bumps ran. Yes, let him go, not so young already ... Looks great - well, so this is great! They will not eat it - they will rub it with fuckers, it will only benefit - it will be better!

Marinka rushed to the closet with clothes. So, what will surprise us today (or rather, the males at the disco)? The cowards were in their place today, but there was more of a name from them - thin strips and cords, and behind them there was something like a bead.

- You do not rub the holes? - I asked her again, but Marinka just playfully grinned and leaning over and putting her ass back, showed me her “holes”.

- Look, come - check if everything is in place! - Done, I severely threatened her.

- And where will they go. - Marina was clearly on edge.

- They’re not going anywhere, see that no one works there! - I continued to podnavit her.

- Let go, now fear. - The wife was already spinning in front of the mirror in a dark blue lace dress, through which the body shone through. The dress was long enough, to the knee, but the front was a high slit and the back was open almost to the waist. If only my favorite tattoo, which Marina had made a little higher than the tailbone, at my request, would have been visible a little. Another tattoo in the form of a crown was on the pubis, Marina did it, unlike the first, on her own initiative, and I always asked her for fun, like, well, and for whom is she? “This is for the gynecologist,” my faithful wife joked.

Yes, no matter how this “gynecologist” turned out to be today that yesterday's negro, I thought. Well, okay, everything has already been decided. I will go to the bar, sit, and then I will wait for my wife.

Marinka did not come very late. I already took a shower and lay in bed. She walked in somehow swaying slightly, merry and mysterious.

- That's how you worry about me! Sleep already! His wife may be there already ten people fucked in the bushes, and he sleeps quietly here. - Marinka was clearly a little drunk. By the way, as soon as she entered me, I had a feeling that this evening she had more fun than yesterday.

- Well, tell me, who fucked you up there? - I crawled out from under the sheets and jokingly knitted my eyebrows, pulled my wife to me. - Now we will check everything. - I ran her hand into the cut, put his fingers into her panties (oh, how wet they are). Everything was like yesterday - the cunt just oozed. Marinka began to twist her ass, wriggling on my fingers. It was felt that she could not wait to quickly spread on the member. Interestingly, in my only or now it all the same. Who will she stick? I did not hurry to fuck her, although I myself very much wanted to insert my depraved little wife for the most tomatoes.

- So, we don’t go away from the topic ... Again, the Negritos were rubbing huyami?

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