Another vacation

At the evening show of animators taking place on the stage near the pool, my wife and I decided to try local cocktails. And while watching the performance they slowly sipped various types of cocktails. By the end of the performance, my wife quietly got drunk. Taking the last two, since the bar was also closing when the show ended, I returned to our sun loungers. We did not sit down in chairs right in front of the stage, but sat a little further away on sun loungers, directly in front of the pool.

The wife was dead drunk, but held out her hand for a cocktail. When she finished hers, I offered her my glass, since I’m not a big drinker, and this

cocktail liquor wasn’t to my taste at all. My wife persuaded my glass too. The lights on the stage had already gone out, the bar had also closed, and now the space was illuminated only by the pool lights. The people scattered in some direction, some to their rooms, some to walk further, but already outside the hotel territory, the hotel gradually fell into sleep.

Having tried to explain to my wife that we need to go up to the room, I discovered that she was passed out. The prospect of carrying her on myself to the room became real and the only one.

I stood and silently looked at my wife lounging on the sun lounger. The last belated vacationers passed by. Two elderly Turks, perhaps about fifty years old, stopped near us. One man was large, with a belly hanging over his shorts, all hairy, curly black curls sticking out from under the unbuttoned collar of his bright shirt, the second was thinner, but he also could not be called an athlete.

Can I help you? The big one addressed me in English. I smiled back and accepted the help, now we can get my missus out without much strain. Then the men came closer. I noticed that they were looking at my Irina with interest. She was wearing a T-shirt, without a bra, but with a fairly tight top, so that her ample size 5 breasts looked great even without a bra, and a short beige skirt that reached mid-thigh.

You have a beautiful wife,” said the fat man. “I like it myself,” I joked in response. You can take a photo next to her. This love of the Turks for taking photographs with Russian women was already getting a little annoying, but people decided to help me, so I nodded in the affirmative.

They handed me a camera and both Turks sat next to Irina on the sun lounger on both sides and made smiles at the camera.

While taking pictures, interesting thoughts ran through my head. And a small dose of cocktails that I drank accelerated them to the speed of light. “Let’s do this again,” I suggested to the men, approaching and slightly lifting my wife’s skirt, further revealing her plump, fleshy thighs. My proposal met with great enthusiasm among the men.

Is it possible like this, the Turk asked, placing his paw on Irina’s bare thigh. Maybe I nodded - taking a photo. And like this - the second one immediately suggested - clasping one breast with his palm. It’s possible, but this is the last one,” I said, my penis in my pants began to stand up and, as I noticed, the men’s shorts also began to bulge.

Maybe a little more - the fat one winked at me. But not on your camera,” I said, turn off their camera and take mine from the table. The Turks nodded in agreement.

Without asking, they completely lifted Ira’s skirt, revealing her little blue panties. I started filming how they took turns placing their palm on the triangle covered by their mother, and how they openly groped her tits through her T-shirt.

Then they spread her legs apart, placing them thigh-high on their laps. I took a photo of this too. When one of them was already openly reaching into my wife’s panties, I suggested that maybe we should continue somewhere else. The Turks correctly grasped the key word let's continue in my phrase, and returning the skirt to its place, they grabbed my wife by the arms. “I invite you to my place,” I said. And our little procession headed towards the hotel building.

Throwing Irina’s arms over their shoulders and supporting her with their hands from the side, the Turks could not resist running their free hand under Irina’s skirt. I walked behind and photographed a couple of times how their hands were groping under the skirt of my beloved’s plump ass. Seeing that I was filming, the men deliberately lifted their skirts up and I captured how my wife was hugging two men with a bare bottom. In front of the hotel doors, our group assumed a decent appearance and we walked decorously along the hall and, taking the elevator, went to our room.

In the room, the Turks carried Irina to the bed. Let’s continue,” one of them asked. Otherwise, I answered, turning on the camera again. Now the pulled up skirt was joined by the lifted T-shirt. My wife lay with her tits bare and the Turks played with her lush balls. Their hands began to penetrate under her panties, I filmed them groping there with their palms, rubbing my wife’s pussy. Not knowing how to say it in English, I made it clear to the men with gestures that all my wife’s clothes could be removed. And now my Irina is already involuntarily posing naked for the camera in an embrace with two men with obscenely spread legs.

I also used gestures to explain to them that they could also undress. There was no need to ask them. Soon my naked wife was lying surrounded by equally naked Turks. Prudent men shook condoms out of their pockets. And the fat Turk, having dressed his dick in rubber, began to attach himself to my wife. Irina still lay unconscious, and even when the Turk leaned on her with his whole body, she only quietly groaned in drunken oblivion. The Turk began to fuck her, I took pictures, and for now the Turk’s friend, who was left unusable, talked on his cell phone. Having had his fill, the fat man got off Irina, his condom hanging down under the weight of sperm, he busily removed the elastic band and put the used condom on the table. His friend, meanwhile, began to push on my wife and, turning her over on her back, pulled her legs off the bed, so that she was lying on her stomach on the bed, with her knees on the floor.

Having settled down from behind, he began to fuck her doggy style, holding on to her buns. Irina was shaking under his thrusts, her flattened tits were rubbing against the bedspread, and a drunken mooing could be heard from her slightly open mouth. While his friend was fucking my wife, the fat guy, lounging in a chair, lit a cigarette. Based on the smell that spread, I decided that it was some kind of herb, since it didn’t smell like tobacco. The Turk offered it to me too, but I refused, saying that I don’t smoke.

When the second one finished and his condom ended up on the table next to the first one, the men decided to pose some more, putting their dicks on my wife’s face. When the fat man placed his penis near my wife’s mouth and began to move it over her lips, Irina involuntarily made a sucking movement. The Turk stuck his dick in deeper, but his wife pushed his dick out and turned her head slightly away. “He doesn’t want to,” the Turk laughed, giving up trying to fuck Irina in her mouth.

Then there was a knock on the door of the room. This is my nephew,” said the second Turk. He opened the door. A smart, dark-haired guy came into the room; the sight of his naked uncle and another man did not bother him, but the sight of my naked wife lying on the bed was very interesting. “You won’t mind if Akhmet fucks your Natasha,” said the Turk. I didn’t explain to him that my wife’s name is Ira, I nodded, although I was a little amazed at his impudence, since he asked permission already when the boy arrived.

Akhmet quickly undressed, all this time constantly looking at my wife and constantly thanking his uncle, from the conversation I only understood the repeated Salim, this is probably the name of my uncle.

Having undressed, Akhmet pounced on my wife like a hungry wolf cub, he kneaded, rubbed, kissed her tits, sucked on her nipples for a long time, pulled them with his fingers, lightly pulled Irka’s tits by the nipples, thighs, butt, everything was surrounded by his attention.

Then, putting on a condom, he positioned himself on Irina. My uncle and his friend helpfully spread my wife’s legs, grabbing her tits with both hands, Akhmet began hastily fucking my wife.

Akhmet loves Russians very much Natasha, his uncle explained to me. Akhmet just nodded his head in response, continuing to fuck Irisha. After fucking her, he lay on her for some time, shaking his cheek against her tits and sucking her nipples. Then it was Akhmet's turn to pose with my wife. The Turks put Irina in various poses and Akhmet sat next to her, terribly pleased. He muttered something in his uncle's language. He turned to me in English - Akhmet asks if he can somehow get these pictures. Yes, I’ll just smear my wife’s face on them,” I answered. Akhmet was pleased with his uncle's translation.

So, having rested a little while posing and getting excited, the whole trio was ready for a second attempt. This time the fat man lay down on the bed and pulled Irina onto him. She lay limply on him while he placed his dick in her womb. Then, taking her by the loaves, he began to pull her over himself, the wife crawling over the Turk’s hairy body, rubbing her chest and cheek against him.

After a while, from constant braking, the wife began to show signs of life. The Turk was not taken aback and, continuing to hold her on him, lit his rolled-up cigarette and began to exhale smoke in Irina’s face. Having smoked and intoxicated her in this way, he continued to fuck her. Realizing that he was not getting maximum pleasure in this position and would not cum, the Turk rolled onto his side and threw his wife’s legs over his shoulders and began to ram her. Drunk and drugged, Irina only moaned quietly, shaking furiously under the pressure of the Turk.

Then Salim fucked Irina. It was Akhmet's turn. “Russian whore in the ass,” he said, addressing me in broken Russian. My wife didn’t fuck in the ass, I offered it to her, but always received a categorical refusal. I just shrugged my shoulders - go ahead.

Irka was placed on his stomach and his legs were spread to the side. Taking tanning cream from the table, they squeezed a large portion onto her crotch and Akhmet began to rub it between her plump buns. Having lubricated it well, so that his wife’s entire butt was glossy and shiny, Akhmet lay down on top of Irina and, holding his penis with his hand, began to press it to his wife’s anus. To help his nephew, my uncle sat down next to me and spread my wife’s buttocks with his palms. I even forgot to take pictures and watched as the teenager’s penis entered Irina’s ass. Having uttered a victorious exclamation, Akhmet blew Ira’s entire length. And then he began to fuck my wife’s ass just as quickly as the first time.

When he finished, six used condoms had accumulated on the table. The men began to get dressed, but Akhmet still could not tear himself away from Irina. He continued to touch and rub against her, the boy’s passion was very strong. He kissed her breasts, ass, pubis and pussy and even tried to kiss her on the lips, sticking his tongue in her mouth. Having gotten dressed, Salim hurried his nephew, and he reluctantly began to get dressed, continuing to stare at Irina.

When everyone got dressed they decided to take one last photo. They put Irina on her stomach, everyone stood behind her, then Salim asked to wait and, going up to the table, pulled the Turkish flag out of the stand and stuck it in Irina’s butt. That’s how they took a photo with a Turkish flag sticking out of my wife’s butt with used condoms lying next to it.

Closing the door of the room behind them, I returned to the room. The wife continued to lie on her stomach, with the flag still sticking out of her butt. I went up, put my wife on the pillow, after thinking, I pulled the flag out of my butt, you never know how it would turn over in my sleep, and throwing it to the condoms, I went downstairs to a 24-hour Internet cafe, where I copied the photos onto a flash drive and returned to the room. I did not delete frames from the camera, but placed it next to the condoms.

In the morning I pretended that I was still sleeping, waiting for my wife to wake up. Finally she stirred and woke up. I watched her through narrowed eyelids.

She threw back the sheet and got out of bed, holding her hand near her head, clearly the matter is cracking, I thought. She went to the bathroom, returned, took a bottle of water from the minibar and drank some pills.

Gradually coming to my senses, I looked around, pretending to be asleep. She looked at her scattered things, her skirt, T-shirt, panties were lying on the floor, she turned her gaze to the table and froze.

With a stunned face, she walked up to the table, disgustedly touched her condoms, trying to remember something, looked at me, turned away, well, yes, I thought - I couldn’t come six times, my wife correctly assessed my abilities. With her eyes fixed on the camera, the wife decided to ask him about the events of yesterday evening.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began to look at the photos. From the very first frames, her eyebrows flew up, she raised her palm to her mouth, timidly looked back at me, and returned to the camera again.

I pretended to wake up. “And Irish,” I turned to her, “you’re already awake,” I said, deliberately rubbing my eyes. Yes - my wife furtively put down the camera and looked at me. Well, it turned out to be an evening - I started - I don’t even remember how you and I got to the room, we tried cocktails - I started. Irina continued to sit silently. It seemed to me that someone helped us get to our room,” I continued, but I don’t remember anything. Here the work of thought appeared on the wife’s face. I waited to see what decision she would make, whether she would say, “Dear Misha, I was fucked yesterday by three Turks,” or she would hide it. “Oh, I don’t remember anything either,” she said. That’s it, I noted to myself. “You lie down, get some more sleep,” she hastily continued, seeing that I was trying to get up. I leaned back on the pillow - but I didn’t seem to want to anymore. “Well, just lie down,” she said, “we slept through breakfast anyway.” I obediently remained in bed, and my wife hastily collected her condoms in her palm and slid sideways into the bathroom. There I heard the sound of a flushing toilet. Well, here's the evidence to the bottom - I grinned. I’ll quickly take a shower - I heard my wife’s voice.

Coming out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and with a turban on her head, Irina sat down in front of the mirror. The bath is free,” she turned to me. I went to wash myself. Behind the sound of the water, I looked into the room for a second; my wife, holding a camera in her hands, hurriedly deleted the frames. Wow, conspirator,” I smiled.

In general, my wife didn’t tell me anything that day and I realized that she would never tell me.

And a day later we met these two Turks near the pool. I pretended that I was seeing them for the first time, and so did my wife, but the blush on her face indicated that she recognized them. They settled down not far from us. My wife was lying sunbathing and reading a book, I was always lazy just lying there, so I went swimming. From the water I watched our sun loungers. So Salim, as if passing by, lingered near my wife’s sun lounger and said something. She answered by raising her head, and he sat down on the edge of my chaise longue and continued the conversation.

I didn’t hear the words of the conversation, and unlike my wife, I didn’t know English that well. But it was clear from the wife’s face that she was not pleased with the conversation; she blushed a little and answered the Turk with displeasure. Soon Salim left her.

I returned to the sun loungers. My wife read as if nothing had happened. Then I learned from Salim that his blackmail was completely successful. He offered to tell me about the evening, saying that he had pictures, and showing those that I took with their camera, my wife asked not to do this, Salim told her that his nephew really liked her and he wanted to continue acquaintance. As a result, their bickering agreed that for the remaining two days of our stay in Turkey, Irina agreed to be friends with Akhmet.

But I only found out in the evening, and while I was lying and drying off on a sun lounger, I heard my wife’s voice - I’ll go to the toilet. She got up and left. I turned to the Turks, Salim waved his hand at me. I followed him.

After some explanation to me, he sent me to the men's toilet. As I approached the toilet I saw a janitor's cart and a closed sign. I stopped. Then Salim approached, he slyly winked at me and walked inside, making a gesture for me to follow him.

I entered. Salim made a sign with his hand not to go further, and he himself went deeper. Intrigued, I looked around the corner.

My Irisha stood in the center of the toilet, the panties of her swimsuit were pulled down to her knees, the top of the swimsuit with untied straps dangled on her stomach. Akhmet stood in front of her with his shorts pulled down, his penis sticking out, with one hand he kneaded Irina’s breasts, with the other he stroked her between her legs. “Fuck, Natasha, lublu,” he said. Ira stood indifferently, allowing the teenager to paw and kiss her. Akhmet took her hand and put her palm on his penis, now Irina was jerking him off. Pressing

close to her, he began to rummage over her bottom with both hands.

Having hummed, he showed with gestures that he wanted my wife to suck him off. Irina blushed, Salim added a couple of phrases in English, and she had no choice but to bend down and take the teenager’s penis into her mouth. Salim immediately joined her protruding bare bottom. Ira turned her head and said something to him, but Salim just smiled, continuing to knead her buns and take off his swimming trunks. Taking a condom from the toilet dispenser, he entered her.

My uncle and nephew started fucking my bent over wife from both sides. From the thrusts, Irina’s tits dangled back and forth, Akhmet caught them in his palms and squeezed them with pleasure. After fucking in this way for some time, the uncle and nephew switched places. Из-за невысокого роста Ахмет никак не мог удобно пристроиться позади Ирины, поэтому моей жене пришлось встать на четвереньки. Так они и кончили, Ахмет сзади, Салим во рту Ирины.

Сняв с себя презервативы мужчины протянули их Ирине — подарок — разобрал я слова Салима. Ирина брезгливо выкинула гандоны в ближайший унитаз. Дядя и племянник натянули плавки и пошли к выходу. Я вернулся к шезлонгам. Я видел как Салим дождался пока Ирина выйдет из туалета, затем снял табличку и откатил тележку в сторону. Не глядя на них Ирина направилась обратно к бассейну.

За обедом Ирина решила заказать вина, что обычно мы делали только вечером. Я не стал отказывать. Слушай — начала она — когда мы уже уговорили по бокалу — давай вечером сходим кальян покурим — предложила она. Ну давай — лениво ответил я. Мне тут посоветовали одно место — сразу продолжила жена. Хорошо, пойдем туда — я уже понял кого смогу там встретить так что не чинил жене препоны.

Вечером после ужина мы отправились в город. Вот сюда кажется — проговорила жена, останавливаясь перед вывеской. Выскочивший на порог Ахмет лишь подтвердил ее догадку.

Посетителей было не очень много, все помещение разделялось ширмами, нам при-несли кальян, я попробовав пару раз для вида, отказался от дальнейшего, а жена сидела покуривала. Когда она вышла в туалет, зашел Салим, он что-то поменял в кальяне и под-мигнув мне ушел. Жена вернулась, снова потянулась к кальяну, немного подымив она блаженно откинулась на подушки.

Заглянул Салим — он быстро поговорил с Ириной. Я отойду на пару минуток — краснея проговорила жена — там демонстрируют новый кальян, тебе же все равно не интересно — закончила она. Угу, иди — ответил я — я тут посижу. Ирина поднялась, ее качнуло, Салим подхватил ее под локоток, развернувшись он обернулся ко мне и заговорщицки подмигнул указывая на кальян. Понятно, подмешали очередной дурман травы. Я осторожно пошел следом за ними.

Салим вел мою жену через зал, слегка придерживая ее попку. Та на это не реагировала. Они прошли за занавески, я следом, узким коридором добрались до каких-то хозяйственных помещений. Тут меня перехватил Ахмет и провел в маленькую комнатушку. Ткнув пальцем в стену он вышел.

Я подойдя к стене увидел окно за ширмой и отодвинув ткань увидел комнату, до-вольно просторную. В центре стоял кальян, вокруг были набросаны подушки. В комнате никого не было, но вот в нее зашли Салим и Ирина, а следом и Ахмет.

Салим предложил Ире кальян. Пока та затягивалась, Ахмет уже вовсю лапал ее. Получив очередную дозу дурманящего зелья Ирина повеселела и сама полезла целоваться к Ахмету.

Вскоре абсолютно голая Ира уже страстно сосала мaльчику, а затем не менее страстно и натурально скакала на нем верхом.

После секса Ахмет протянул Ире мундштук кальяна. Та было отказалась, но он настойчиво тыркал им и она согласилась. Вошел Салим, и принес какие-то вещицы. Это оказался костюм для танца живота, правда не совсем традиционный.

Когда Ирина по просьбе турок его одела она выглядела так: полупрозрачная чадра крепящаяся на ушках закрывала лицо, на плечах висел абсолютно прозрачный голубой шелк, который едва прикрывал до конца пышную грудь жены, прикрывал, но абсолютно не скрывал, потом пояс из блестящих монеток, такие же браслеты на руки и на ноги. С пояса свисали узкие лоскутки все того же прозрачного шелка, образуя как бы юбочку, едва прикрывавшую попу.

Вот в таком виде и стояла моя супруга когда в комнату стали заходить люди. Это были турецкие мужчины самых разнообразных возрастов, хотя наверное никого не было старше пятидесяти и младше десяти. Всего собралось человек пятнадцать. Они вальяжно расположись на подушках и откровенно пялились на Ирину. Салим вышел в центр, что-то заговорил на турецком, заставил Ирину принять еще дозу кальяна и включил музыку.

Танцевать моя жена в принципе не умела, танец живота тем более, а так как деваться ей было некуда, а зелье чуть притупило стыдливость и сняло внутренние запреты, то танец больше походил на потрясу сиськами, поверчу задницей. Правда зрители были довольны, в том числе и я, который снимал это все на фотоаппарат в видеорежиме.

Когда музыка закончилась, подуставшая Ирина опустилась на подушки. Но зрители не расходились. Ирина непонимающе посмотрела на Салима. Тот видимо объяснил ей что ее выступление понравилось и зрители ожидают еще танец, потому как Ирина с одной стороны удовлетворенно улыбнулась, но потом стала нехотя подниматься на ноги.

Снова зазвучала восточная мелодия, Ирина переходя от одного зрителя к другому выделывала свои нехитрые па. Наклоняясь к кому-нибудь так, что ее сиси свисали вниз, она тем самым демонстрировала свою голую задницу сидящему на противоположной стороне. Мужчины не стесняясь поглаживали трясущиеся выпуклости моей жены, прихватывая ее за голые сиськи, или несильно пошлепывая ее по вертящемуся заду.

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