Hurray, we are going on vacation - to the south. We are waiting for the sea, the sun and a lot of pleasant sensations. We, this is me and my wife Christina - just Chris. Behind the harsh everyday life of home life, the son of a grandmother, and the next 11 days only I am Chris. In the evening we reach the hotel, the road is weary, but I still found the strength to walk to the sea and wet my feet - the rest began.

Next day we go to the beach, surprisingly we find a free fungus and chaise lounges. The first two days we sunbathe, bathe, eat, sleep, I personally don’t care - only me and my beloved Chris. With sex is not really - somehow casually. I'm not sure that Chris is cumming from intimacy with me.

On the third day we start looking around, looking around. I glance at the women, and also catch the glances of Chris at the resting men. Men also show interest in my Chris. And there is something to look at - a pretty face framed by dark hair, an expressive look, a beautiful female figure with roundness where it should be. All the advantages of his wife emphasized pink bikini, which is quite open, but quite a measure. Especially beautiful in this bikini looks her rather big elastic chest. Actually, Chris likes to attract attention, and I even like it. The audience here is typical of any hotel in the south, most of them are couples or companies. But there are those who came by themselves.

After dinner, we have traditional sex. Initially, I fucked Chris in the missionary position (wife's favorite pose). Then the pose changed - now it is on top. To get a little distracted, I start talking about first impressions of the rest and the people around them. As if in between times I am interested in which of the guests she paid attention to. Understandably I mean men. For starters, he said that I liked the girl to our left - a blonde with a slim figure, resting with her husband and child. Chris says she paid no attention to anyone, but I see that he is lying. I start to try it, like I have nothing to hide my depraved thoughts from my husband, I feel that you have already looked at someone for flirting. And maybe for fucking? "Piss, my depraved girl!" - I know that the mention of another man should excite her. At the same time, I begin to move more actively, driving my penis into it. “My wife found herself a man for fucking” - this thought turns me on. Chris also began to wind up and move more actively. Eh, to read her thoughts now! But alas, one can only guess. And what if she now in my place represents the other and excites her? Who was staring at her today? And many who. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa day !!!” - Chris bursts out of her chest, her tight pussy starts to shrink. The first orgasm on vacation, my girl finished, with exhaustion fell on me and in gratitude gave me a great blowjob.

In the evening we go to the dance floor near the sea. We go to the bar, people are waiting for the evening program, it turns out today is a competition - Mr. Hotel. Five people were chosen by animators from the rest, all the guys are under 30 years old and only one is an exception - he looks like he is over 40, but for his years he looks decent, without an abdomen, pumped up. Minus, in my opinion, one - bald head, although it does not spoil it. Typical contests such as dances, songs, answers to questions, and the traditional one begin - collecting the necessary details of clothes on the instructions of the presenter for speed. The show captures both viewers and participants. The most senior participant Andrei is the leader on points. His answers to the questions are very witty, and when he was still singing and dancing ... In general, the rest of the participants, trying to score balls, simply made faces, and Andrew was just himself. My little wife looked at Andrew with great sympathy, jealousy began to wake up in me.

At the clothes collection competition, the moderator suggested that the participants quickly find and bring a bra to the scene. All participants had couples, and Andrei rested alone.I gloatedly thought - even if you lose here. But there were no difficulties - when Andryukha looked into the hall, a couple of balzak age aunts immediately threw this part of the toilet to him. And my missus, after some hesitation, also leaned forward, but seeing the issue resolved, sat down. “Wow - how we are ready to quickly part with the clothes,” I thought jealously. The contest ended with a spectator vote - for which of the participants there will be more viewers, he won. Out of harm, I went to one of the participants, and pulled my spouse. But she broke free and stood up for Andrew. In short, he won with a large margin - he was voted by everyone over 40 (obviously out of solidarity), plus other sympathizers with whom he managed to meet. It was obvious that Andrew himself was surprised to such an amount, but immediately began to wave his hands and send air kisses to women. And the closest hug and kiss. Chris was among those closest, he and Andrew smiled at each other and it seemed to me that he embraced her somewhat more than the others.

After the program the disco began. People drank, danced. Surprisingly, everything was quite cultural. My wife and I also danced and sipped wine during breaks. I followed her gaze, and Chris occasionally looked at Andrei. Andrei sat in the company and drank his prize, which he was awarded following the results of the competition. It was evident that all the fun. In the company, one man stood out, also specifically over 40. With Andrei, they had only a common baldness in the rest, the exact opposite. Short stature, solid belly, ugly, but expressive face, judging by the hands - very hairy body. But there was something very charming in him, a kind of zinger, joker and merry fellow. It was clear that he and Andryukha are the soul of that company. In short, the whole evening that I, that Chris, were staring at Mr. Hotel’s table. A couple of times Andrew, too, threw glances at my wife and even showed her to his friend, but this ended - we went to sleep.

The next day, as usual, lay on the beach. "Good morning! Thank you for your support! ”I heard a voice and saw Andrew, who turned to Chris with a smile. Wife smiled affably. “Do you play volleyball?” - yesterday’s friend Andrei told us - “Let me introduce myself — Lesha”. I didn’t play volleyball in particular, Chris did a little bit at all, but there was an unexpected answer - “I'll play if you teach!”. I was surprised to look at my wife, and also rose. Chris and I ended up in different teams, people played like that, but with a soul. Chris rushed for the ball like mad, but constantly let the team down. But what was the spectacle - Chris in a bikini rushes for a ball, I frankly admired and in the course not only me. Team Chris eventually lost. The contribution of my wife in this case was decisive, but no one was upset, on the contrary it was fun. Lech, who played with Chris on the same team, praised her and said that he was ready to lose forever, just to see the game of my wife. I understood exactly what Lech wanted to see, and it even turned me on.

After dinner, they did without sex, Chris said that he wanted to look dignified in the evening, dance and come off. “For whom is it worthy?” I clarified. “For you, darling!” Chris answered, but I somehow didn’t really believe it. But the time was not wasted, Chris made herself some kind of hairstyle and wore a black short dress with thin straps. Some ornaments and voila - I already wanted to postpone our trip, bend it, lift up the dress and fuck. Still, a short dress, no bra, weave through the nipples of beautiful breasts Chris, weave barefoot sandals on a high platform. But the wife dodged with laughter. As soon as we showed up at the dance floor, Lech called out to us and invited us to a table, where a solid company was already sitting. Andrew clearly was there too. First there was a fire show, and then again dancing. Somehow between times I was pushed aside from my wife - I was carried away by a conversation with one of the married couples. Chris was between Lehoy and Andrew. They had a cheerful conversation, the wife constantly laughed.On a slow dance, Andrei went to dance with Chris, even looked at me for decency, such as asking permission. Chris loves and knows how to dance, and Andrew turned out to be a worthy partner. Lech also slyly glanced at me, somehow imperceptibly at me instead of wine ...