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- Andrey, what about holidays? Have you already thought about this question? - suddenly asked Lena, slowly moving her hips, lying behind her husband.

Spouses lodged in bed, enjoying a joint weekend after the return of Andrew from the protracted business trip. The first fruits of passion were already torn down and now lovers indulged in toys, which they mastered with no less pleasure than the animal passion they indulged in immediately after the arrival of Andrew.

Lena slowly introduced the strap-on, strapped to her thighs, in the butt of her beloved, enjoying her reaction and getting excited herself. Andrew loudly snuffled and sometimes moaned, when the head of the rubber member gently slid along the prostate.

“We can go wherever you want,” answered Andrei, pressing his legs, “you know that I earned a good last time.

- Maybe to Greece? - immediately asked Lena, as if she was waiting for such an answer. - We have not been there yet.

“Why not,” agreed Andrei, and groaned: the grateful wife pushed the strapon in the ass of her beloved so much that he almost ended up in pleasure.

“Then I’ll do it right after,” she paused for a significant pause. “Just warn me when you're ready: I ​​want you to cum in my mouth.”

***

Lena surprisingly quickly arranged everything: in part, she was lucky with burning vouchers to the resort of Nea Potidea, located on the Kassandra peninsula. The arrival of the four-star Potidea Palace hotel, which had not been bought by someone, disappeared.

- And what's there? - asked Andrew, who made a list of things to travel, not forgetting the toys for love joys, which were the first thing postponed, so that in a hurry not to forget.

“The purest pebble beaches of Cassandra attract lovers to sunbathe, and numerous discos attract active young people,” Lena read out loud the advertisement on the website of the travel company, which helped her so well with the vouchers. - The most popular hotel in this resort of Kassandra is Potidea Palace. In Nea Potidea, people often come from other resorts to visit the ruins of the Athos monasteries, the Chapel of all the archangels and the famous Temple of St. George, she finished with a patter.

- Yeah. Pebbly beaches, - repeated Andrew, making notes on a list with a list. “He came to the beach and lay down on Pebbles,” the husband muttered.

- Pebbles with a small letter? - Slyly clarified wife.

- With a big, of course! - laughed Andrew, and immediately got sneaker in the forehead.

The flight to Greece according to the voucher was supposed to take place from Moscow, before which it was still necessary to get there.

- We'll go to the capital by train. So faster and cheaper, - said Andrew, crawling through transport sites.

Lena made a disgruntled mine.

- Do not kuksis, dear, - Andrew smiled encouragingly, - I will fuck you all the way, and you do not get bored.

“And maybe not only you,” Lena answered passionately, and added, when she saw how Andrew threw a disgruntled glance at her: “This is for you because you were going to lie on Pebbles!”

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Charges were not long - the departure time did not leave time for buildup - and three days later, late in the evening, the couple already stuffed their suitcases in a four-seater compartment, taking up the upper and lower shelves.

“You could pay for the coupe,” Lena mumbled, looking around in a businesslike manner. “God forbid a mother with a child or some snoring old woman share with us.” - She straightened her short denim skirt in front of the mirror.

- Yeah. Or an old fart, - Andrei assented, peering into the platform, as if intending to see his fellow travelers there.

“And maybe no one will come with us,” Lena thought out loud, climbing onto the seat with her legs and, sitting down more comfortably, crossed her legs in Turkish. - It also happens sometimes.

But her dreams did not come true. A few minutes before the train departed, two servicemen fell into the compartment. Judging by the insignia on the epaulets - the private and the sergeant. A pair of sports bags and a bag of food - that was all their modest luggage.

- Sergei. You can just Serge, - smiling, said the sergeant and extended his hand to Andrew, who shook it.

“Igor or Garik, as you like,” smiled the soldier and shook Andrew’s outstretched hand.

“Lena, my wife,” said Andrew, introducing his wife, who smiled sweetly at the new fellow travelers. “And my name is Andrei,” he finished.

Garik put the bag under the sofa, on which Lena sat and froze. Sergei sat across from Lena and hesitated too, casting quick glances at Andrei's wife. After a moment, Lena changed her position and put her legs down. Andrei guessed where the warriors looked: on his wife's panties, when she sat in front of them with her legs crossed. “However,” thought Andrei, “the evening ceases to be languid.”

Unlike her husband Lena, this circumstance did not bother me at all.

“Hello, boys,” she said, smiling. - Finished the service or on vacation?

“On vacation,” answered Garik, devouring the interlocutor with his eyes.

Andrey has already regretted three times that his wife was so lightly dressed: she was wearing a skirt and a short top, under which there was no bra. Lena's nipples tightened and clearly visible through the soft fabric of the T-shirt. This circumstance annoyed, it seemed, only Andrei: neither Lena, nor, moreover, the young stallions, didn’t focus on this: they were just staring at the excited hillocks of the breasts.

- To Moscow? - asked Lena, while Andrew made the bed.

“No, much further,” answered Serge, not taking his eyes off Lena’s roundness.

“In the morning we will be in Moscow, and then we will take another train,” added Garik, also taking up a place to sleep: as it turned out, it was the upper regiment.

Exchanging a few more meaningless phrases Lena took the accessories for washing and left. The guys had a quick snack on sandwiches, washed down their improvised dinner with kvass and when Lena returned - washed and ruddy - politely left the compartment.

- Well, shall we go to bed? - asked Andrew, ready to go brush your teeth before going to bed.

- Yes, come on, love, - Lena yawned sweetly, - we arrive early in the morning and I would like to sleep.

Lena took off her skirt and panties, changing them for sports shorts to sleep. She did not change Mike and, with the words, “I, mind you, bottom!” She climbed under the covers on the bottom shelf. Andrei went to the toilet, having met Garik and Serge on the way: they smelled of soap and toothpaste.

Back in the coupe, Andrew looked around. The soldiers were already asleep, as if they were dead, or at least it seemed so. From the side of their shelves, the upper one, where Garik was located, and the lower one, where Serge was sleeping, we could hear even breathing. Lena was still awake, tossing and turning from side to side. A blue night light burned in the compartment, creating a bizarre twilight.

“What uncomfortable pillows are here,” she said in a whistling whisper. - Not pillows, but some kind of porridge.

“Put something under the pillow,” said Andrei and handed her his jeans, which he took off in the toilet, rinsed and wrapped in a towel.

While Lena was arranging her place to sleep, Andrei removed the towel and hung it on its hanger. Lena turned around and admired the exact body of her husband. In the night lights flying past the window, he seemed to be a stripper of an entertaining show.

Lena sat up in bed and extended her hand to Andrei's dick.

- you what? We are not alone here! - He whispered, taking her.

“They are already sleeping,” answered Lena, and playfully added: “And I can do it without hands.”

Then she opened her mouth and slowly absorbed the flesh of her husband. Despite the fact that Andrew was instantly excited, he was against public sex fun. In addition, the fatigue of the last days during crazy gatherings made itself felt.

- Let's better then - vaguely ...