For several days now we have been enjoying the New Year heat of Sharm el-Sheikh. We, two married couples, couples: Max and Tatiana and I have known Marinka for a long time and in the last few years regularly spend New Year's holidays at some hot resort. After the dank Peter, it's nice to be on the warm sand for a week or two, sipping a cocktail, forget for a while about matters and problems, plunge into the atmosphere of idleness.

We are about the same age as Max - I am 45, he is 47. Younger wives are Marina 42, Tatiana is 41. These are our second marriages, we are happy, mutual understanding reigns in our families. The old life has taught us something and now we are ready to give more freedom to our other half, however, just like they to us. Freedom of sexual relations for us is a guarantee of the stability of our family life.

Our companions are modern, young-looking sexy women. Constant care, regular fitness do their job - after our ladies twist their heads all the counter men, except for very decrepit old men. In addition, our wives recently underwent regular plastic tuning and now proudly shake their tits of the 3rd size, which look just great on their fine-cut and slender figures! In general, we are proud of our wives - they look cool, they are such mature female hunters. Well and, naturally, kotorny frank outfits were chosen solely in order to emphasize this effect - these are short silk sarafans with deep cleavage and open backs, shorts and miniature swimsuits. If you also indicate that almost always under the clothes are not assumed bras and panties - this is the complete image of our beloved little women.

This time we immediately agreed to play such a game - Max and I settled together, separately from Tatiana and Marina, and pretend that we are not familiar. Wives, in turn, represent two ladies who have escaped to the resort from their annoying husbands and are ready to break away in full. Such a spectacle turns us all on very much - Max and I gave our ladies full scope for action.

Today we go to a small bar in the evening, where you can drink and dance. By agreement, we arrive earlier, take a table, order drinks and look around. The decor is cozy - intimate atmosphere, low comfortable sofas, a dance floor in the middle. The public is a bit - a few pairs of omnipresent Italians, and the rest are local machos, patiently waiting for fresh prey.

Somewhere in half an hour our beauties appear. Even talkative Italians fall silent, forgetting about their girlfriends: Marina sparkles with thighs in the cut of a light blue dress, thin straps are almost imperceptible on tanned skin, the bust clearly rolls under a thin fabric. Max's wife is even more frank - the nipples shine through a white topic, a high slit on a narrow skirt in front. Both on high heels. Our wives take a free table, cast a bored look around the room and order themselves cocktails. Sitting on a low couch, they raise their knees high enough and the whole hall looks at their elastic thighs, narrow ankles, decorated with bracelets. My Marinka also has a dragon tattoo on her ankle. Tatiana is shining with white lace panties — she’s put on today, after all, with such a cut without them, it would surely be quite shameless. And so all the Arabs stare between her legs and at the buffer Marinka, who defiantly opened in a deep cleavage. Marina throws her legs and at that moment such a familiar tattoo on shaved pubis flashes beneath the hem. Yeah, Marinka in her repertoire!

The ladies meanwhile sip cocktails, not forgetting to shoot their eyes to the sides, looking appreciatively at the straining males. Here are the two most courageous people sit down at their table, they start to say something. The music is still playing quietly, but we still can not hear.Apparently, the Arabs showered compliments on our spouses, because they smile and playfully respond. The acquaintance seems to be pleasant for everyone, these two machos are nothing like that - tall, slender, quite young, but not even boys. Both are very dark, almost black. Apparently experienced, confident Don Juan. In principle, this is what we need for tonight - after all, we walk so that our bitches enjoy! I am not noticeable for the others showing my wife a thumb - a sign of approval!

The couples at their table were already clearly determined - an Egyptian, older and bigger, settled near Tatyanka, in a white shirt unbuttoned from above. On a black breast, among thick curly hair, a golden medallion on a thick chain shines. He leaned almost to the very ear of Tatiana, she, too, responding to him, leans almost end-to-end and his shoulder. The cut on the dress completely exposed her legs, but it does not seem to bother her. An Egyptian openly stares at her shiny skin and large breasts, with which Tanya sometimes touches his elbow.

My second friend has already embraced my Marinka - he is more slender than the first one, he is blacker than his skin. I understand that sitting on the side of Marinka he has an excellent opportunity to stare at her boobs, one of which almost falls out of the dress, flashing a pink halo. Marina, depicting embarrassment, constantly corrects the neckline on the chest, but it stubbornly swings open with each of her new movement. An Arab shows his finger on the tattoo on the ankle of my wife, asks something. Marina answers him flirtatiously. Soon this male will see the rest of my wife's tattoos - a pubic crown and a butterfly on the lower back. I am not at all jealous, I only care that my wife get pleasure today!

I turn on the light music, the music becomes louder, the Arabs invite our ladies to dance. The whole room looks at how our bitches twist sexually in the rays of searchlights, wag their asses and invitingly twist their hips. After a slow dance, couples return to the table. Our girlfriends stick their nipples, the Arabs in the dance tightly pressed them to themselves, frankly pawing on the ass and rubbed with members. The trousers of one and the other were bulging, but the guys didn’t hesitate at all; on the contrary, they were pleased to show all their fellow countrymen what cool white ladies they picked up today.

After sitting and dancing for another hour, our friends and their new acquaintances gathered on the way out, Max and I paid for it and went outside, pretending to be busy with our conversations, became nearby and watched the company out of the way.

The Arabs seem to be somewhere called our wives, hugged them by the waist, but they really giggled, portrayed innocence. We heard something like “well, not so right away,” “married,” and similar excuses. But sultry guys did not think so easy to miss such a delicious prey. In the end, our little women agreed to sit with the guys in the room for a while, but only in theirs. Max and I walked to our building.

We occupied the rooms next door, a semi-transparent partition divided the common balcony. After some time in the next room I heard female laughter and muffled male voices. From time to time I recognized Markin's acquaintances as flirtatious squeals, probably her new boyfriend did not lose time for nothing. After some time, the Arabic language sounded on the balcony - the guys came out to smoke. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) They agreed on something, sometimes laughing, probably discussing the merits of our ladies and the further course of action. I must say that the room where our wives settled was an ordinary one-room apartment, so they had to have fun all together on two beds. I don’t know how the Arabs, and our wives are not so unusual, because we have not played such games for the first time.

Meanwhile, the voices became quieter, then fell silent altogether, and after a while, weary sighs of women began to be heard. Then the water in the shower rustled - probably the guys went to wash the members. After that for several hours we heard the creaking of furniture and groans.

When the door slammed their rooms and the footsteps of the leaving men subsided, Max and I went to the next room as agreed. Everything testified to a tumultuous party — our beloved wives, naked and disheveled, lay relaxed on their beds. Their dresses were scattered on the chairs, used condoms were lying on the floor and on the table. Lipsticks on their lips were erased. As befits a real slut, they both nevertheless were in their stiletto sandals.

Max sat down to his Tatiana, she hugged him and, half closed eyes, began to whisper something in his ear. The most interesting moment in our game was coming, for which everything was intended. My Marinka threw a dressing gown and we ran over to our "male" room. There, sitting her on the bed and throwing off her robe, I began to hug and kiss her. My nostrils tickled the smell of alcohol, the smell of an unfamiliar men's perfume and the sharp smell of someone else's sperm. Traces of it were near the lips of Marina, on the chest and abdomen. Without a long prelude, he unwrapped his wife with cancer and inserted his stiff dick into her broken hole. Marinka immediately began podmahivat backwards, and I tried to plant deeper. Below the tattoo, the designed hole of the anus shamelessly and invitingly gaped, it was still slippery after someone else’s member. I moved my worn-out stake there and continued to hammer at Marinka with all my strength, imagining how recently she squirmed under a strange peasant. Wife, legs wide apart, with pleasure substituted her ass. I could not hold out for a long time in about five minutes, grabbing my wife by the hair, turned her face with myself and threw out all the accumulated sperm in her mouth. Marina gratefully sucked every drop. There was a scuffle behind the wall, Tatiana cries and Max's growl.

The next day, we were lying under umbrellas on the beach and our spouses, giggling, told the details of their meeting with the Arabs, discussed the size and characteristics of their members, the taste of their sperm. It turned out that our minx managed to swap partners several times, so the conversation with them proceeded with skill. Everyone was happy - our wives got good sex with the natives, Max and I were happy for them and proud to own such sexy women.

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