own saliva and began to massage the ring of the anus Chris. She opened her eyes wide, guessing what will happen now ... Given the considerable size of Victor’s dignity, it will be gorgeous ... but also painful! Chris wanted to stop the Spaniard intending to fuck her in the ass, but how to do it? After all, men stuck to her, and a member inserted into her mouth. She did not notice that now her lovely mouth had Demas, and her husband kissed her breasts and massaged her clit. He did it skillfully, the way she loved, and he no longer wanted to stop the Spaniard. I wanted her to be torn off by three members, sprayed sperm on her slender body, finished in her mouth and smeared sperm on her lips ...

Victor pushed the big head in Christina's ass. The girl relaxed so that there was no pain during the entry of a member. The Spaniard acted neatly and soon went in all the way, gave her time to get used to the fact that such a unit was inside her and slowly moved in her. The husband nibbled her breasts, not forgetting all the time to caress the clitoris and insert fingers into the crotch. And Chris experienced an incredible thrill from the fact that all the holes are involved. An orgasm of such strength overtook her that Victor would not hold her - would certainly have fallen to the floor.

Dimas finished first, hot sperm dabbed her weary mouth. Victor continued to drive his penis into her now expanded butt, and not neatly and slowly, as he did at the beginning, but quickly and rigidly. And Chris did not feel almost anything ... Orgasm, as if a good painkiller saved her from the pain, which may have seemed sweet to her or brought to her senses.

Victor finished her ass when she came to herself. Christine felt the tremors of a gigantic member tearing it from the inside and burning semen, which poured out of her asshole.

Ed was the last to finish off, irrigating his belly with sperm and Christine's breasts. She lay on the table all in semen and with a smile on the face of an addict.

- Dreams come true, Chris, - he whispered to her, and then helped to rise from the table.

Her legs were leaving without obeying their mistress. How long did this hard fuck go on? 20 minutes, an hour, two? Christine looked through a small window and saw that the sun had already gone beyond the horizon. She dried herself with a towel offered by Victor and put a sundress on her naked body. Shy men after all that was experienced was ridiculous. It was possible to sit naked at all, but the wind rose and on the deck it became rather cool. She poured wine, but she refused the proposed glass and drank a bottle of whiskey, which her husband drank. The intoxication passed, and Christine was a little ashamed of her cheeky behavior, although none of those present showed a word or deed of his contempt for her. On the contrary, the Spaniards looked at her with interest, continuing to see in her a beautiful girl from distant Russia, and Ed looked very pleased. Tension receded, and Chris started a frivolous conversation, continuing to flirt with charming foreigners.

Soon the yacht sailed to the pier, and the couple parted with new friends.

SECOND DAY

Having collected her impressions for the first day of rest, Christina cooled down a little and spent half a day in the bed of the hotel room, savoring the memories of Dimas and his handsome friend Victor (big dick!). Ed swam in the pool early in the morning, had breakfast at the restaurant alone, giving his wife an opportunity to reflect on everything.Christine was flipping through the Barcelona guide, wondering where to go for positive emotions. She decided that yesterday would not happen again - enough to torment Ed, you need to stop until their marriage has fallen into the abyss.

"We went too far ... too ..." But why then did the heart ache sweetly from the memories when Eddie was fucking her in the mouth of Napara and Dimas? Or when he got an orgasm, from the fact that other men rudely had his wife? She saw her husband's face when he finished on her stomach - it expressed deep peace. Or maybe Chris writes and nothing like that? How to know ...

Cristina chose to visit the tablao - the bar where flamenco dance. “Perhaps, I will take a couple of lessons of this fiery dance and will please my husband ...”

Ed approved the choice of Chris and after walking along the beach, the couple went to a night bar. The interior of the tablao amazed everyone who has been there, and the flamenco is beyond praise. Chris enthusiastically clapped the dancers, jumping from his chair and thereby attracting the attention of other visitors. She was dressed appropriately for the occasion - a red short dress with ruffles at the bottom, red high-heeled shoes and a magnificent rose in wavy hair. Real Spanish baylaora (flamenco dancer).

One of the dancers, a tall, long-haired Spaniard, drew the attention of Christine, who was having fun. In the process of dating it turned out that his name is Rodrigo. The dancer politely asked permission from Ed to dance with his charming companion and received him. Backstage Rodrigo showed Christine several movements and brought the girl to the stage. Dancing Chris put so much passion and emotion into flamenco that the crowd enthusiastically applauded her, thinking that she was a professional dancer. The Spaniard generously treated the married couple with good wine and asked in English about Russia, unflatteringly stating that the most beautiful and talented girls live in this country. Needless to say, Rodrigo did not take his eyes off charming Chris, sincerely regretting that she did not come alone to the bar, but with her husband.

Ed noticed that his wife had no obvious sexual interest in this dude. She was only interested in dance. For an hour, she, using all the words that only she knew in English, persuaded Rodrigo to give her a fresh couple of flamenco lessons tomorrow, and he, laughing, declared that she did not need them, because she was a great dancer. Christine managed to convince the curly Spaniard and he, having surrendered, made an appointment right there at the bar for tomorrow morning.

They came to the hotel exhausted and tired - or rather tired of lighting Christina, who with delight pulled off her narrow shoes and stretched her legs on the bed.

“Kaaaaif,” she drawled, “so you don’t mind learning a little flamenco?” I want to please you, my love.

“Of course, I don’t mind,” Ed agreed, not seeing anything criminal in her venture. This Rodrigo obviously did not like the taste of amorous Chris, and therefore, you should not be afraid of temptation.
“Or maybe she was just pretending not to have a crush on the plastic dancer?”

“Now that I've had a little rest, can you finally fuck me?” - Chris said, pulling off her panties and throwing them at Ed.

- Oh, you wench!

In the blink of an eye, Ed undressed and climbed into bed, squeezed Christina in her arms and put it on herself. For a while they were hot kissing, and then had sex. Ed diligently fucked his wife, realizing with bitterness that she didn’t feel the buzz on her yacht ... Yes, Chris moaned and scratched his back, her pussy was wet and supple, but that’s not that ... not that ... They needed the drive and adrenaline again, and a third one would settle in their bed again. And he even guessed who it would be ...

DAY THREE

Christina got up early in the morning to meet up with Rodrigo. Ed, lying in bed, watched her actions, noting with interest that his wife wore plain cotton panties and a long sundress. Her goal clearly did not include the seduction of a dancer, otherwise she would have dressed much more sexually, and this fact surprised him greatly.Chris went to a bar to really get flamenco lessons. She kissed her husband and, throwing her purse over her shoulder, went to the tablao. For some reason, Edward wanted to rush after her and stop her or go with her, some kind of sixth sense told him that this Rodrigo was still a fruit. But he chased away dark thoughts, scolded himself for mistrust, and went down to the restaurant to have breakfast and pass the time while waiting for Chris.

Rodrigo cordially met a Russian acquaintance, gave her excellent coffee with croissants, asked a good English question about her husband ... Read more →