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Another night with Mum<br>I sat there and couldn't believe what had just happened. Anton was standing there too, leaning against the sink and not even removing his cock. Mum, on the other hand, was sitting there and, as if nothing had happened, asked me to pour her some champagne. With shaking hands, I complied. - Relax, boys," she laughed. - At least everyone realised that any woman or girl is ready to cheat. Ready to be a whore. A clear example, so to speak. - Yes, Tanya, we understood everything. - Anton looked at me guiltily and smiled Mum took another wildly sexy drag on her cigarette and, letting out the smoke, leaned back blissfully on the back of the sofa. - Lesh, switch on the TV. What's on now. - Yes, Mum, of course. - As if in a trance I said. Having decided that all this is unreal and it is some kind of sos, I said that I would go to bed, and on cotton legs with a standing cock I went to my room. - Don't stay up too long either. - I threw over my shoulder. - Yeah. - I heard my mum's half moan. Apparently, Anton was not enough and he was already covering my mum's neck with kisses. How could this happen? What was going on in Mum's head at that moment? I was at a loss to guess. Oh, well. The morning is the morning. As I went to bed, I heard the quiet creaking of the sofa in the kitchen again. I couldn't make out anything else - the TV was running quite loudly. I slept for a very long time and woke up to a kiss from my beloved. - Wake up, sleepyhead. It's 3:00 in the afternoon. Wow! What a dream you had. - Oksana was looking at my stiffening cock. - Mmmm. I wish I could taste it now. - my pussy purred. - But we're already late," she sighed sadly. - Late for what? - I started to get dressed. - Your parents got tickets to the theatre for play N. I'm so glad. - Oksana glowed with happiness. It really should be a good show. - Did they get tickets for six people? - No, your dad's not going. He was urgently summoned to Nsk. So you and Anton will have to manage with us. Did you stay long last night, by the way? - No. Not really. An hour, maybe. I started to remember parts of last night. Was it real or did I dream it? But just the thought of it being real made me wildly horny. How things change over time. I remember when I was a kid, [https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 Groß] I used to take any behaviour towards my mum in stride. Defended her. I was jealous. Now I imagine her getting fucked by her niece's boyfriend. Yeah. There was a lot of commotion in the flat. Even though it was still 3 hours before the play, all the women were running and fussing. Alyona went home to get a dress. Oksana decided to wear her mum's black tight dress with a see-through top. Mum also decided to wear a black one with a high neckline on the thigh and deep cleavage. The packing went on until the end. While the ladies were getting dressed up, Anton and I were watching TV. I noticed that he looked nervous and confused and was afraid to meet my gaze. It was not a dream! I decided not to ask him anything and just let the situation go. Finally we arrived at the theatre. We put our outerwear in the cloakroom, and I immediately noticed the admiring glances of the men at my mother. Looked mostly men from 35 to 40. The older category just burned a look at Oksana. The evening promised to be fun. We quickly found our seats. It turned out that on my left Oksana sits on my left. And my mum on my right. There was an empty seat next to her, and a young girl of about 27 sat across it. The second bell rang, and a rather large man of about 37 sat next to my mother. The play began, which, to be honest, did not live up to expectations at all and was rather boring. But my mum did not let me get bored. She sat down with her right leg tucked in and the lace of her stockings beckoned sweetly. Mum's neighbour was just staring at her breasts and legs. His date was watching the show very enthusiastically, and mum raised her dress higher and higher. Just a little more - and you can see her black lace thong. It was impossible not to notice the man's boner. He was sliding on the chair, but still did not dare to take any concrete action. Mum continued to play with him, covering her beautiful, moderately full thighs. How she loved sex! How she loved to realise that she was wanted. Luckily for the man's companion, the bell rang and everyone scattered. Since there were so many people, I quickly lost sight of all of mine. And to be honest, it was for the best. I wanted to reflect on everything that was happening and understand what had happened to my mother. What had turned her into a wildly lustful female. When I left the toilet, I went straight to the cupboard and saw the whole company by Oksana's open back.<br>The big guy and his girlfriend were standing there with them. They were already drinking to something, cheering happily. As I approached, I got to know them. It turned out that they were husband and wife - Sergei and Yulia. They had some kind of business in the city, and in general they made quite a pleasant impression. Kind and open smiles, elegant clothes. Everything was neat and tasteful, apart from the occasional flash in Sergei's eyes when looking at my mum. It so happened that for 15 minutes of intermission everyone drank 2 glasses of cognac. But what can I say, the cognac was excellent - Is it just me, or is the performance not very good? - Probably alone, - said Yulia. When is the second call already? - Actually, [https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 Titty] I don't really like it either, - Sergey supported me. - I don't really like it either, - Oksana said. Mum was already burning, her chest was heaving and her eyes were blazing with wild fire, but in a calm voice she said that the show was really boring. In the end, everyone ended up on my side. In order not to miss the opportunity for a wonderful fun evening, I suggested that we all go to a restaurant and everyone agreed in unison. While everyone was getting their outerwear, I hailed a taxi. - Sergei, are you with us? - I turned to our new acquaintances. - No. We'll watch the rest of the film, won't we, darling? - Yulia answered for him. Sergey shrugged his shoulders and went with Yulia into the hall. I was just putting on my jacket when Sergei ran up to me. - I'll drive up. Where will you be? - he blurted out. I called him one good restaurant, which was quite expensive, but with excellent cuisine, live music and a place to dance. - Sure, drive up. We'll be waiting. Especially Mum. - and I winked at him and ran to the taxi where everyone was waiting for me. When we got to the restaurant, we got a great table, which was not too far from the stage, but not too close either. It turned out that mum sat on the edge, then me, Oksana, Anton and Alyona. Mum's right side of the dress with the neckline was just in full view of everyone in the restaurant. I had a rough idea of how tonight would end. From then on it was the usual sit-downs with laughter and toasts, just like at home. There were more and more people in the restaurant. I noticed that almost all the men in the room were looking at our table. When I looked at my mum, I was amazed - her dress was pulled up so high that even the garters of her stockings were visible, and she didn't even notice it and was talking passionately. Everyone had already had a lot to drink and got hot and the dancing started. It was actually a lot of fun - the pleasant and exciting atmosphere of the place was just pulling you in. With Oksana's permission I asked a couple of girls to dance. Yes and she was not lost and, having danced with Anton, and now she was being squeezed by some bespectacled man. Mum wasn't just sitting there either. She's a great dancer, and she did a pretty hot tango with some old guy. The party was in full swing. New people were coming to our table, getting to know each other, drinking with us, our table was kind of the epicentre of the whole thing. Dancing a slow dance, I noticed that next to my mum sat some long-haired guy about 25 years old, whispering something in her ear. Mum was glowing. The guy, without getting lost, put his hand on mum's leg and started to go up the inside of her thigh, reaching the lace of her stockings. Mum breathed more often and deeper. Lighting a cigarette,.... Page: 2 of 3 takes a couple of puffs and, having said something to the guy, takes her purse and goes to the toilet. The guy follows her about forty seconds later. I continued to dance, but the thought of what was happening in the gents kept me going. Unbelievable pictures began to form in my head. My lower abdomen tugged sweetly. The dance was over, I couldn't take it anymore and went to the toilet. As the restaurant was quite decent, WC there was not in the form of cubicles, but practically separate rooms. When I went in I didn't hear anything. I went to the sink and switched on the water. Having washed my face and exhaled, I headed for the exit. But when I heard a knocking noise in one of the cubicles, I stopped. Very quietly I went to the door and listened and heard something like a smacking sound. Then a clear female moaning, "mmm... mmm" " and a male whisper. - Ooh, you suck so good. Yeah. Take it in deeper. - Ohhh. It's so big. I want to feel him inside me. - Mum whispered passionately. Then there was some fiddling and then the sound of Mum's blowjob again. My eyes went blurry. How can this be! What's going on? I wandered towards the exit. - Not now, sweetie. - I had time to hear the phrase and the sound of the door opening and the clomping of Mum's heels. I sat down at our table and drank two glasses of pure whiskey. Some girl sat down to me and started to tell me something passionately, putting her hand on top of mine.<br>Not listening to her at all, I started to look for Oksana with my eyes. - Fuck. [https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 Bitch]... - I said when I saw her in the dark corner against the wall. She was huddled just with the bespectacled guy. He had one arm around her waist and the other was groping her arse, pulling up her dress. The veil fell from her eyes instantly. In my head, something clicked, tapped, paddles and rage. Wild rage. The last thing I remember from that period was bits of glass from his glasses digging into my fist. Then the shouting. The noise. Explanations in the street with the guards and the cops. I had to give the glasses man money instead of a statement. After sending the victim home in a taxi, I went back to the restaurant. In the distance, I saw our table. Everything continued as if nothing had happened. Everyone was chatting and laughing enthusiastically. There was another very young guy sitting at our table. About 18, 19 years old. He was sitting right next to the long-haired guy my mum had sucked off in the toilet. Fucking hell, I thought to myself. "Sucked in the loo," I said out loud. Next to the long-haired man sat my mum, and on the other side of her sat someone else. You couldn't make out the distance. I exhaled and walked towards them. When I got closer, I recognised Sergei. The same Sergei from the theatre. His Yulia wasn't at the table. He was just pouring mum a martini That young man was sitting there staring at his mum's tits and legs. When I approached, everyone stopped talking. In order not to aggravate the situation, I quickly apologised to everyone, threw a couple of jokes about the bespectacled man and that relieved the tension hanging in the air. Everyone laughed, and the evening went on. Oksana tried her best not to meet my eyes. Apparently, she felt guilty. I was not offended at all and immediately put the incident with the bespectacled man out of my mind. I had to meet these guys. The long-haired one's name was Igor, and the young one was Zhenya. They were brothers and had come to our town for work, something to do with construction. They were ordinary guys, but a bit cheeky, though on the whole they were not evil aggressive bastards at all. Mum and Igor occasionally exchanged glances, and the sexual energy between them filled the air. Though maybe not only between Igor. Sergei, periodically whispering something to Mum, caressed her ear with his tongue. Mum must have loved the effect she was having on the people around her. And her prospect of being fucked that night increased in proportion to the number of cocks she made get up! It was now about 3 o'clock in the morning. Everyone had been drinking very heavily. Alyona was frankly falling asleep. Oksana was also blinking much slower than usual. The conversation was not so active. I talked to Igor and his brother. They turned out to be not bad guys and we had quite a lot of common interests. Mum seemed to really like Sergei. They talked passionately and went out dancing a few times. It was more like dirty dancing than the classic rumba. They pressed tightly against each other. Mum occasionally shone her stockings and panties, which brought the whole male company in the restaurant into ecstasy. The evening was coming to its logical conclusion. I said it was time to pack up. Everyone nodded. Mum also supported, but she said, "Shall we go to our place? We've got great Cuban rum! We'll have another drink! - I should think that all the men agreed in unison with Mum's suggestion. We called a taxi and... it turned out that I Anton, Alyona and Oksana went in one car, and Mum Sergei, Zhenya and Igor in another. Mum was walking, taking both her beau under her arms. Zhenya was walking a little further back. We drove to our place. To the very kitchen where last night Anton had fucked Mum before giving her a mouthful. I didn't even want to think about what was happening in the other taxi. When I got home, I was disappointed to find my dad still gone. Mum was just over the moon to learn that Dad hadn't arrived and would only come in two days. The girls quickly set the table, mum opened the Cuban rum and the evening continued with renewed vigour. Laughter and the clinking of glasses shook the whole flat. After about an hour Alyona and Oksana, unable to sit up any longer, went to bed. In the kitchen it was just me, Mum, Sergei, Anton, Igor and Zhenya. That is, five men and a languid woman who wanted all these men. She sucked one of them. With another she fucked and sucked, and the others were close to it. And they were all younger than her. Even Sergei. The conversation, like last night, began to drift into sensitive, exciting topics. Mum sat as if in a restaurant between Sergei and Igor. Together, as if on cue, they put their hands on her hips, even though they were still talking. - Okay, boys, stop. I realise that I'm alone among five men, but I'm a married woman and I'm not going to be groped. - that sounded completely unexpected after what had already happened. - Tatiana, you have no idea how jealous we are of your husband. After all, he can constantly admire this beauty. - said Sergei. - And not only admire. - Igor added with a chuckle.<br>Mum didn't say anything, but switched her legs, putting one on top of the other. - But don't doubt that I love my husband. Come on, I'll show you the video of our wedding and you'll understand. - we all moved into the auditorium. My parents digitised the tape and my mother put the disc into the player and sat down on the sofa next to Anton and Zhenya. Actually, there was nothing special on the video. It was just an ordinary wedding with toasts, Bitter and other stuff. Mum was wearing a plain white dress. But, God, she was beautiful! Everyone just marvelled when they saw what she looked like 25 years ago. - Hmm. I'm going to show you something. - Mum stood up on the boys' laps and went into the bedroom. - I've never seen a sexier woman in my life. - Sergei blurted out when Mum came out. - Yeah! That's something. - Igor swallowed. - Let's go for a smoke. - and all the guys went to the balcony, and I went to the loo. I stopped at the bedroom and looked through the small gap between the door and saw my mum putting on white stockings with a belt, a white thong, and her wedding dress on the bed. I realised where this was going. We all sat down in the lounge again and watched the wedding. The video was just getting to the banquet and toasts. But then, when we heard the clomping of heels, everyone froze. Mum walked in in her wedding dress. "What do you think? It's a bit small, but it's not bad." Mum's breasts were shamelessly falling out of her corset, barely covering her nipples. The men just gasped and started sputtering in rapturous epithets. Mum liked it all very much. Do you like the bride, boys, mm? - Mum said with a smile. - Well, I'm going to get changed. - she sighed. - No, Tanya. Don't. - Sergei came up behind her and hugging her from behind whispered, "What about the first wedding night?" Laughing, Mum freed herself from his bear hug. - No one has even stolen me yet, and you're already having your wedding night! - she purred and went into the kitchen. The night took its continuation there. We talked on various topics in half voices. Mum still remained in her wedding dress. How beautiful and massive her breasts looked! The alcohol ran out, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to walk around and filter everything that was going on, so I volunteered to go to the shop. I don't think anyone went with me. Everyone just stared at Mum and waited for me to leave. The shop was not far away, and in 10 minutes I was already home with two bottles of cognac. When I entered the flat, I was surprised at the silence. There was no laughter, no clinking of glasses. Only someone's monotonous bass in the kitchen. The whole corridor was filled with cigarette smoke. As I passed my parents' bedroom, I heard whispering and fumbling. Then the whispering stopped and the monotonous creaking of the bed began. A few seconds later there was a low moan "mmmm... ooohhh" from Mum, which was not loud at all, but it was enough to understand that someone was fucking Mum. Apparently Sergei had got the right to a first wedding night after all. I went into the kitchen. There were three people sitting there - Anton, Zhenya and Sergei. - Where's Igor? - I asked - he stole the bride. - All the men smiled. I put the cognac on the table and went to hang up my jacket. At the door I suddenly bumped into my mum. - So soon? What did you buy? - she asked. She was no longer wearing a dress, but a black negligee and stockings. "Boys, pour me a drink quickly. I'm terribly thirsty," and swaying her hips like that, she walked to the table. Everyone's jaw dropped when they saw her in such sexy attire. "Couldn't keep the witness away, and I couldn't wait for you," said Mum with a pout. - Tanya, sit down quickly. We've been pouring you a long time. - You look stunning. - Without taking his eyes off Mum, Zhenya said. - Thank you, sweetie. - said Mum smiled and put her foot on her leg and started drinking cognac. - So, well, where is the witness? - asked Seryi. - I don't know. Sleeping, probably. - Mum shrugged her shoulders. Everyone smiled as they realised what was happening in the bedroom. Shyly and in a trembling voice Zhenya said: "Tatiana, let me take a picture with you as a memento. A memento of the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world" - Zhenechka, of course! - Mum stood up and sat on his lap and hugged him around the neck, erotically bending at the waist. - I want too. - Sergei said and already started to get up, but here as here was already Anton, who stood directly next to the models for the photo shoot. I took Zhenya's phone and took a couple of pictures. "Come on, Zhenya, put your arm around me" Mum moved towards him so that her breasts were a few centimetres away from Zhenya's face. He hesitantly put his arm around his mum's waist. His hand began to move lower. Mum stuck out her bottom invitingly. Zhenya's palm was already resting directly on Mum's buttock.<br>Mum stood up and sat on top of him, facing him and with her back to me. The back of the negligee lifted up and Mum's thong was visible. I kept clicking the camera-phone. Mum turned to the camera and looked passionately straight into the lens. She was clearly getting into the swing of things. She stretched out her leg, one or the other. Then she stood against the wall. Sergey came to her and lifted her leg as in a dance and pressed closely against her. Mum sat down again just on top of Zhenya. Her movements on Zhenya's standing cock were noticeable. She was openly rubbing herself on it. Apparently everyone's excitement had reached a climax. - How about this! - Mum stood on the table and leaned slightly erotically. Sergey took her foot in the palm of his hand and began to cover it with kisses. Mum was enjoying all of this immensely. She began to pull down her negligee, freeing her breasts. "Wow." The men applauded with glee. Mum started to do a striptease. I couldn't watch any more and staggered out of the kitchen. But I had to know how it was going to end. Everyone's cocks were hard. Mum stood on the table with her arse hanging out. Anton was the first one who couldn't take it. He stood on the couch and opened his fly right in front of Mum's mouth, spilling out his cock. Mum didn't have to be persuaded for long and she greedily swallowed it and started sucking it. Her lips were tightly around Anton's cock. Sergei stood on the chair behind Mum with a kind of animal growl and pushed her panties off and entered her sharply and began to fuck her. There was the smell of alcohol and thick cigarette smoke in the kitchen. "Aaahhhh" echoed throughout the flat. Just as long as no one woke up. - Yeah... Ohhhh. good. - Sergei had my mum hard. - Aaahhh. Good. mmm... more... - Mum moaned. Mum was the epitome of sex. At this moment, it seemed she was ready to give the whole neighbourhood, the city, the world. Sergei's rhythmic and strong movements shook Mum time after time. His rough, huge palms were firmly squeezing Mum's large buttocks. Zhenya did not stand aside and, unzipping his fly, stood next to Anton - right in front of mum's sweet mouth. Mum covered her eyes in pleasure. - Yes, Seryozha. Deeper... ohhhhhhhh.. Seeing Zhenya's cock, surprisingly long but not very thick, Mum licked its head and took it into her mouth completely. Anton jerked furiously watching all this. Sergei increased the pace and fucked his mum more and more furiously. With a growl and a convulsive jerk he cummed right into his mum. Anton quickly took the vacated place. With sharp movements, then quickly and slowly he entered mum. She moaned blissfully. At some point she cried out loudly: "Aaahhh... how deep... ! More!!!" Anton, encouraged by such gratitude, began to ravish his mother. Her full breasts swayed in time with Anton's movements, and her mouth was periodically occupied by Zhenya or Sergei, who had regained his strength. Mum sucked them diligently. On her face was inexpressible bliss. She loved being a whore. After Anton cummed, Zhenya took his place. Mum wriggled her ass and he started to fuck her from behind without any resistance. Anton sat next to him and smoked, and Sergei, with his eyes closed, enjoyed his mother's blowjob. Mum liked to give herself to this pack of males. Her make-up was completely smeared and made her look even more fucked up. She was being fucked by three men. Greedily. Fiercely. But this wasn't sex with some street hooker, it was with a woman of the first class. A negligee, great big breasts, beautiful long legs in black stockings, big round arse.... Goddess. Aphrodite. But no. That's my mum. A faithful wife who loves her husband very much. Gianni continued to methodically fuck my mum. The sweet atmosphere of sex and filled the kitchen. Gianni began to increase the pace dramatically. Mum's moans echoed throughout the flat. - I can't take it anymore. - Zhenya whimpered through his teeth and made a couple of frictions and cummed directly into my mum. Just a few seconds later Sergei with a wild roar spurted straight into Mum's mouth. She barely had time to swallow all his cum. Drops of white liquid remained in the corners of her mouth. An exhausted Zhenya plumped down on the sofa. Mum stood on the table and leaned on Sergei's arm and sat on the sofa. A blissful lecherous smile made her face incredibly arousing. - Boys pour the lady some champagne. - In a weak and satisfied voice Mum whispered softly. Having drunk a glass mum tried to get up, but apparently alcohol and half an hour of sex with three men had exhausted her. - Oh, I think I'm really drunk. I'm sleepy. - Mum got up and walked towards the bedroom. - Shh, shh, shh. we'll show you out. - Sergei was right there. Taking Mum by the waist on the right side, Zhenya jumped up and hugged her on the left. - Mmm... boys... how gallant you are. - With a very unsteady gait, clacking her heels, Mum accompanied by her beau went into the bedroom.<br>I quickly moved there and hid behind the curtain. Igor was already asleep there. Mum was laid next to him. Sergei took off her shoes, covered her with a blanket and kissed her tenderly. "How I love her" he sighed deeply. Zhenya started to wake Igor - Get up, we have to go. - Yes, yes. Now. - Igor mumbled in a sleepy voice. - Come on, we're waiting. Sergei and Zhenya left the bedroom. Igor stretched, fixing his long hair. He wanted to get up, but noticed his mum sleeping next to him. One of her legs was out from under the blanket. He started stroking his mum's thigh. He pulled down the blanket, freeing her breasts from the negligee, swallowed, put his hand on the soft supple flesh, began to knead Mum's tits. Totally throwing the duvet off her, he began to unbutton his trousers. Mum began to moan through her sleep and moved towards Igor's hands. She didn't realise at all what was happening. There was a strong smell of fresh alcohol in the bedroom. Igor unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock, sinking his lips into Mum's lips and pushing himself down on top of her. Mum responded to the kiss and they began kissing passionately. Igor covered her neck, her breasts with kisses. Like young lovers afraid of being seen, they hurried to merge into one. - I want you so much. - Igor said. - Mmm... I want you, darling. - Mum whispered passionately. She spread her legs and let Igor in. He entered mum sharply and a muffled moan escaped her lips - "uuuhhhh..... mmm." I could see Igor's back, his intense thrusts inside Mum, her legs in stockings around Igor's waist and her nails digging into his back. Igor was powerfully entering Mum and with each thrust the bed creaked and banged against the wall, and only soft "ah... ah... ah... ah" came out of Mum. I'm sure Mum didn't even know who was fucking her. Husband, neighbour, colleague, old man, macho man. It didn't matter to her - she wanted a cock inside her and it was there and fucked her, and who possessed her wasn't important at all. - Well, will you be there soon?" Zhenya looked into the room and saw Igor on top of Mum, intensively driving his stake into Mum. - Yes... yes... already now. hissed Igor. - Oooohhhh. - Mum let out a long moan. After that Igor immediately cummed. Zhenya smiled and walked out, closing the door. Igor got up, quickly got dressed, slapped Mum on the arse, smiled evasively and left. Mum slept as if nothing had happened, as if no sex had taken place and it was just a dream. In the corridor I could hear the sounds of jackets zipping up and the voices of guys. - Leha, when did you go to bed? - When it all started. It must not be nice to watch your mother being fucked. - I'd also fuck his girlfriend Oksana. Nice nipple. They laughed quietly and after a few words they opened the door and left. It was getting light outside the window. P. S all comments and suggestions to the address
Egypt.Our story in issue 2025<br>Finally, it was October! And that meant that my beautiful wife Masha and I were going on holiday abroad for the first time. We had only been to our Black Sea resort a couple of times before. I can't say anything bad about our resort, but I wanted something else, more distant and unexplored. Where exactly to go to decide for a long time did not have to decide, as we have long dreamed to visit the eastern fairy tale - Egypt! After reading hundreds of reviews on different sites we chose the hotel "Jungle" built in 2009. Besides the fact that the hotel was brand new and fresh, it also had the main feature - the best water park in Hurghada. Having collected all our things we called a taxi and at three o'clock in the morning we were already at Domodedovo airport. The flight went normally, without any incidents. It was our first trip by plane. From Hurghada airport we were taken to the hotel by the tour operator's bus. Entering the main building of the hotel, where the reception was located, we were simply enchanted. It was a real palace! Before we had time to remember, a young Arab boy ran up to us and said in broken Russian that we needed to check in, and then he would help us carry our things to the room. Having read in the reviews that at the reception it is desirable to give 20 quid to get a room in a good place, I did so. The Arab at reception smiled and gave us an electronic room key with the words "this one is the best!". The room was labelled 2025. I already knew from reviews that rooms starting with "2" were in a convenient location. The Arab boy took our bags and went to show us where our room was. Coming out of the main building into the inner territory of the hotel, Masha and I were absolutely delighted - it was a real paradise on earth! The hotel consisted exclusively of bungalows covered with straw. But the main thing everywhere were swimming pools, some so big that they even had islands with palm trees and bridges to the "[https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 big] land". In the background we could see a huge water park with dozens of different slides! Our room turned out to be not far from it. The boy asked me for my electronic key. He opened the front door with it and we entered the bungalow. It was absolutely gorgeous! I couldn't imagine anything better. The main thing I liked was that at the far end of the room the wall was almost entirely glass with a sliding door, and behind it was an exit to a large pool, which was designed for several more bungalows. After paying the boy a baksheesh of 2 quid, we closed the door and collapsed the two of us onto the bed. Our delight at everything we saw was unrivalled! We started hugging and kissing. I got excited and could not stop myself. And my wife was not against unplanned sex in such a romantic place. I pulled off Masha's tight white breeches that she had worn in the lavatory of the aeroplane. I was so excited and I was so impatient to possess my wife that I did not even take off her thong and bra. In 2-3 minutes everything was over. It was unforgettable sex! On the first day my wife and I went to explore the territory of the hotel, which was just huge. Several restaurants, amphitheatre and the main thing of course water park. In the evening before dinner, a cleaner came to our room. It was the most usual Arab, only higher than those that we have already met in the hotel, height under 180 cm. He looked very young, no more than 20 years old. My wife and I liked him immediately, as his appearance was not repulsive and he was quite good-natured. He said that we could call him Sasha and from now on he would clean our room every day in the afternoon. I was pleased to learn that there are Sashas in Egypt too, as I was called the same name. Although it is clear that they make up their own names, so that we Russians do not break the language, pronouncing their real names. Having asked our permission, he started cleaning. In order not to disturb him, we sat down at the table and began to watch what channels were on TV. After mopping the floor, he started to make the bed where Masha and I had made love before. - Should I change the linen? - The Arab asked and smiled slyly. - Why? It's new," Masha replied incomprehensibly. - There are already stains here," he said, pointing his finger at the centre of the sheet. These were traces of secretions from my wife's vagina, which are usually a lot when she gets excited. Masha blushed in shame and could not say anything. The Arab realised, of course, what had been on that bed only a few hours ago and where the marks could have come from.<br>I didn't immediately find something to say, but I pulled myself together and told him: - "No, Sasha, we don't need to change anything. And we'll make the bed ourselves. - All right, all right, mate! If you need anything, you can always ask me, I'll help you - smiling all over his face, the Arab said in broken Russian and headed with his cleaning material to the exit. - I was so ashamed! He realised that it came out of me..." said Masha, as soon as she heard that the Arab had gone out and closed the door behind him. - And I was embarrassed too... But don't be upset, nothing terrible happened. Don't spoil your mood, we came to have a rest. Masha smiled at me and an hour later, on the way to the restaurant for dinner, the two of us were laughing about it. This situation even excited me a little. It's not every day that an Arab from Africa looks at your wife's intimate secretions. I used to get jealous when strangers looked at my Masha too much, but sometimes it happened and, on the contrary, aroused me. Of course I realise that it's hard not to pay attention to my Masha. In her 23 years she blossomed even better than before the wedding. Blonde long hair, correct, slender body shape, medium, but beautiful, firm breasts, firm ass... And a very beautiful face, as from the cover of an expensive glossy magazine. The next day we went to conquer the water park. Emotions were over the edge! The slides were awesome! Each slide was served by an Arab guy-instructor. He told us how to sit on the circle, how to hold on and go. But in addition, many of them, as if by the way, allowed themselves to put their hands on the waist of pretty girls, whom they helped to sit in the circle. Well, to say that they were looking upside down every passing by them beautiful girl in a swimming costume, and it is not worth talking about. Some of the girls even liked it. But since on all the slides Masha rode only with me, the Arabs did not allow themselves anything like that. The next day after breakfast we went to the sea. There were not many corals, but still we liked the sea very much. I noticed that there were a lot of Germans of retirement age on the beach, the male part of whom were not without interest looking at the sexy figure of my wife. After lunch Masha and I decided to go to the water park. Coming off the next slide I decided to take a break and stayed down under one of the umbrellas on the sunbed No sooner had she moved away from me for 20 metres, I saw how two Arabs who had passed her turned around and began to look at the ass of my wife, which was covered only by bathing panties. From the look on their faces, they obviously liked her ass very much. They must have imagined her completely naked... A strong jealousy started to play in me. But it was replaced by excitement that my wife's ass is very sexy and desired by others, and especially by Egyptians, unfamiliar to me before, who probably have their own ideas about beauty. Meanwhile, Masha, not suspecting that her ass was being glared at by two Arabs she didn't know, started climbing the stairs to the top floor of the water park. Upstairs at that moment there was almost no one from the people and all the slides were free. Though the distance to Masha was decent, nevertheless I could see and hear well that all Arab guys started to call her to their slide as if their salary depended on it. Masha stood in confusion until an Arab guy about 25 years old, tall and athletic, came up to her. He took her hand and said something to her. Masha smiled. It was probably some kind of compliment they showered on every beautiful free girl. Leading her to the edge of the slide, he took the circle from her and placed it in front of her. Then he stood behind Masha and put his hands on her waist and gave her a little push forward so that she would step into the circle. But Masha was afraid that the circle lay very close to the edge of the slide, so at his sudden push forward, she spontaneously arched her butt backwards. As the Arab-instructor was standing almost close to her, my wife's butt bumped into his groin, which was covered only by her swimming trunks. From such a strong "touch" Masha must have felt his cock with her ass, because she immediately made a step to the side and froze in confusion. The Arab smiled and gestured to invite her back into the circle, while giving her his hand. Masha smiled at him, but refused his help in the same gesture. She sat down in the circle. Arab put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward. In a moment Masha was already downstairs. - What happened down there? - I asked Masha when she got out of the pool and came towards me. - The Arabs are joking, it must be their humour," Masha grinned and blushed. - Yes, humourists... Let's go to the room? - I suggested. - My holiday on the water always makes me sleepy. And now...<br>Let's go to the room, darling, I'm going to lie down for a while. When I entered the room, Masha threw off her wet swimming costume and appeared before me in the nude. I got even more excited, but my wife gave me a "resignation", saying that she was very tired and "everything will be in the evening". She headed for the shower and I stayed in the room more aroused and unsatisfied than ever. A few minutes later, my spouse came out of the shower and lay naked on the bed. In a minute she fell into a deep sleep. In order not to disturb her, I closed the window and went out through the glass sliding door to the pool. Having bathed, I lay down on one of the sun beds and began to sunbathe. My overexcited friend, feeling the hot rays of the Egyptian sun, tried to get out of his swimming trunks. Two girls from the neighbouring bungalow who passed by me noticed it and giggled to themselves and went on. To reduce my excitement I got into the cool pool again. When I reached the opposite edge, I turned to face our bungalow and saw that the neighbouring room was being cleaned by our Arab Sasha. The next room was supposed to be ours. I remembered that we hadn't put a "do not disturb" tag on the front door handle. My naked wife was lying on the bed in the room! I was about to run to the bungalow and warn the Egyptian not to enter our room, but then I had the idea not to do that, but, on the contrary, to give him the opportunity to see her in all her glory. The thought that in a minute my sleeping naked wife would be seen by this Egyptian Arab "knocked me out" and excited me inexpressibly. I got out of the pool, ran into the room and hid in the wardrobe, which was located at the entrance. I immediately opened the wardrobe door a couple of centimetres so that I wouldn't have to creak it later. I could clearly see my wife, who was lying on her stomach with her legs spread apart. Her intimate bud of labia and clitoris was clearly visible between them. It was an amazing sight! It was impossible to contain myself... After a couple of minutes I heard someone using an electronic key to open the front door. The Arab was humming to himself some song in his own language. He closed the door behind him and walked into the room. At that moment his song was cut off halfway through. I heard the Arab say something with a gasp in his own language and froze. It was only after about half a minute that he stirred and took a step back, apparently intending to leave. But there was no next step. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest, and two feelings - jealousy and excitement - were playing in me. Arab Sasha approached my wife and looked around, making sure there was no one else in the room. Standing beside her, he put his right hand in his trousers and began to work his cock with it. He was looking at my sleeping wife so much that he was ready to pounce on her. From the adrenaline and unreal excitement in me, my heart was pounding so hard that I thought I could hear it in the whole room. My cock was so aroused it was ready to rip my swim trunks. With my hand shaking from adrenaline I began to stroke my cock through the fabric of my swimming trunks. At the same time, the Arab lowered his national trousers and pants, letting out his dark-skinned friend, who was no less than 22-24 cm long! My size, of course, was more modest... The Arab carefully stood with one knee on the bed. With one hand he began to imitate the stroking of my Masha's naked ass, passing his hand over it at a distance of only a couple of centimetres. With his other hand he began to work his stake even harder. Losing control over himself Arab Sasha decided to touch my wife's intimate parts. With his index finger he lightly touched Masha's labia, and then he passed it all the way to her clitoris. Who would have thought - some Egyptian touches my wife's intimate parts, and she does not even know anything about it... But it was not enough for him, he knelt between my wife's legs, and then bent over her, leaning with one hand on the bed. With his other hand he took his cock and ran the head of it over Masha's labia and clitoris. I was afraid he was going to stick it in her pussy. But at that moment Masha, without waking up, turned her head the other way and said something like "ooo-um". The Arab froze and pulled back from her. But Masha, in spite of the touch, still continued to sleep as soundly as before. After waiting a minute and making sure she was asleep, he continued to jack his cock, kneeling between her legs. After a couple of minutes he sharply accelerated the rhythm and a powerful jet of white semen burst out of his huge swarthy cock, which "went" all over Masha's back, and the second and third impulses hit her ass When he came to his senses, he got off the bed and brought his still erect cock to my wife's face and lightly touched her lips with the head, from which the remnants of thick white semen were still flowing.<br>After running his lips over hers, he tucked his giant into his trousers and quietly left the room. My excitement was at an all-time high. I came out of the wardrobe and walked over to my wife. There was so much of the Arab's semen that it ran down from both buttocks to her anal hole, and from there down her labia to her clitoris. My wife's most intimate places were sprinkled with another man's semen, not anyone's but some Egyptian's... But then I saw that his white semen was also spread on her lips... I could not hold myself back any longer. I climbed between her spread legs, took my cock in my hand and guided it into her vagina. My wife's labia, smeared with the Egyptian's cum, gave me the opportunity to drive it full length into her vagina in one sharp thrust. Strangely enough, I didn't mind my cock touching someone else's cum at that moment. The excitement shut down my entire mind. It only took me about two dozen strokes to pour all the cum into her pussy. It made me shudder to be finally "unloaded". I did not restrain myself like an Arab and moaned loudly with pleasure. All weakened by such overexcitement and discharge, I collapsed next to Masha. My wife was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even feel that I had just slept with her. If that Arab had been bolder, he could theoretically have fucked my wife and left quietly, and my wife would not even know about it... Masha woke up only after an hour. She apparently felt the tart taste of semen on her lips, licked them with her tongue. - Sweetie, I see you couldn't stand it till the evening? - She asked, sucking and swallowing the cum she had licked. - Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," I replied, looking guilty. - Did you put it in my mouth too? - Frowning for the sake of appearances, asked Masha. - Yes, no - without thinking, I blurted out. - Of course, and all the lips in the cum where from? I was about to get out of it by saying that it was all me, but I had a crazy idea to tell my wife and see how she would react if she knew that her lips and crotch were covered with the cum of the Arab who had made her cum just an hour ago. I told her everything as it happened, not daring to tell her that I had hidden in the wardrobe and deliberately wanted to see what the Arab would do. I said that I was in the pool and when I got to the glass door I saw everything that was happening. Masha was in shock at first, but after pouring her her favourite martini she slowly moved away. - Mash, well, what happened, happened. I'm sorry. Don't beat yourself up. I didn't think that in a dream they could do that to me, and even together... I was also a little turned on by your story - finally, smiled and said Masha. - Really? - Yes! An interesting sexual adventure - winked at me, replied my wife and pounced on me,  [https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 Misbrug] throwing me on the bed. She was already a little drunk from the martini and in her eyes I saw a great desire to have sex. My wife pulled down my trunks, took my cock in her hand and guided it into her warm mouth. She sucked it like never before. I stood up and reached for her pussy. It was something - she was already covered in her juice. Masha was swallowing my cock almost to the base. I could feel the head of my fighter entering her throat. I was experiencing a pleasure that was unimaginable! I wanted it to never stop.... But in the middle of the blowjob, someone knocked on our room. - Who is it? - I shouted, as Masha's mouth was busy. - It's me Sasha, your cleaner. Hearing that it was the same Arab Sasha, who had seen her naked just an hour ago and had taken advantage of her defenceless state, Masha stopped and took my cock out of her mouth. - Wasn't it enough for him? - she asked me in surprise. - Well, he thinks that we don't know that he was in our room today. - Oh, yes - Masha stretched out. What do we do? - We can tell him to leave...or we can... - What can we do? - My wife looked at me in surprise. - I had an idea, since you and I liked what happened and we as you see it excited us so much, so maybe we can do it again... - How? - We'll pretend we didn't hear him and [https://24tv.ua/ru/sud-otpravil-pod-domashnij-arest-rukovoditelja-zernovoj-korporacii_n1714989 Titty] go on. He'll probably come in anyway, cos we haven't put up the "do not disturb" tag. - Are you out of your mind? I can't do that, I'd be ashamed to be naked in front of an Arab I don't know, and give you a blowjob! - Don't look when he comes in. Just pretend he's not there. And he'll probably leave when he sees us. - You're such a dreamer, my wife said to me thoughtfully. I am already shaking with fear, though I am drunk and excited, and what will happen then?... Arab Sasha, without waiting for any answer, opened the door to the room. At that moment I took Masha's head in the palm of my hand and put my mouth on my cock, which was twitching with excitement.<br>As soon as my cock entered her open mouth, Sasha the Arab entered the room. - Oh-oh, uh-oh, I apologise, I didn't know you were here..." the frightened Arab mumbled. Masha wanted to let my cock out of her mouth - she was scared of the situation after all. And that meant it would be over before it started. That's why I pressed forward without letting her head out of my hand, pushing her mouth on my stake even more. - It's okay, Sash, don't worry about it. Start cleaning. We won't disturb you, will we? - Oh no, no - not expecting such a turn of events, the Arab could only reply. Masha tried to get off my cock again, but I didn't let her. She mumbled something and continued to work on my cock. Sasha, meanwhile, was mopping the floor with a mop, pretending not to look at us at all. But of course he couldn't help looking at us, and he looked at us every now and then. The fact that he liked it could be determined by the "shalash" in his trousers, which could not be hidden at all will. It is impossible to convey the feeling that was in me at that moment. Doing "it" when some Arab is looking at you is not natural and therefore unrealistically arousing. It drove me crazy and switched off all reason, putting me into a kind of trance and an impossible pleasure. My wife's fear also began to pass and she started to work her mouth even more actively. In order not to stop there, I wanted Masha to stand on the other side of me and continue giving blowjobs. This would give Sasha a chance to see her pussy. - Masha, now get over to the other side and stand on the other side - I whispered to her and released her head. - Okay - unexpectedly easily agreeing, she replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth. My wife's firm ass was on display for Egyptian Sasha. Here he could not hide the fact that he was interested. Even on his swarthy face there seemed to be an unnatural pallor and confusion. He was staring at my wife's arse and couldn't take his eyes off her. My wife, realising that her ass and crotch were now being stared at by the Arab caretaker, became even more aroused as she began to stroke the protruding nipples of her sexy tits with her other free hand. The Arab guy was looking at the ass and crotch of my favourite Mashenka like an enchanted man. He couldn't control himself, he put his right hand in his trousers and started kicking his sexual giant. Could I imagine that someday my wife would suck my cock, and next to us would stand a stranger Egyptian and kick himself, looking at her intimate places and how she skilfully gives me a blowjob. Completely losing control of myself, I wanted more - for the Arab to touch my wife's intimate parts... With my free hand I called the Arab Sasha to us and showed him my wife's arse. He looked at me incomprehensibly. I showed him my wife's arse again and showed him my tongue. When he realised what I wanted him to do, he opened his mouth in surprise. I had to call his hand a third time to get him out of his trance. Arab Sasha came to our bed, knelt down and gently dug his face into my wife's crotch. Masha, suddenly feeling the Arab's head between her legs and feeling his lips touching her genitals, tried to get off my cock and stand up. I expected her reaction, so I used both hands to hold her in place. Masha threw a confused look at me. I winked at her hoping she would agree to this madness with the Arab. In the meantime, the Arab was working his tongue, rubbing my wife's clit and vagina with it. These pleasant touches could not go unnoticed and I felt that Masha's body relaxed and she was no longer trying to escape. Her breathing became more rapid, indicating that she was even more aroused. Masha continued to work on my cock, which was already begging for her nest. Giving the Egyptian a chance to enjoy my wife's pussy a little more, I pulled my wife up with my hands, showing that I wanted her to climb on top of me. Masha understood without words. She sat on top of me and guided my cock into her pussy with her hand. Since she was already all licked and well developed by the Egyptian's tongue, my cock immediately penetrated her all the way to her scrotum. My wife cried out with pleasure and started to move up and down. Meanwhile, the Arab got to his feet and stood a metre away from us, not knowing what to do next. I even felt a little sorry for him and called him to us. - Masha, our Egyptian friend did you a nice thing "there", maybe you will do him a little? - I turned to Masha and winked. - What do you mean? - Gasping with excitement my wife asked me, not stopping moving up and down on my cock. - Look what a "shalash" he has in his trousers, who is very tight there... - Indeed... - Masha said thoughtfully, looking at his "shalash".<br>Masha reached out and touched him, while giving the Arab a "may I?" look. Sasha was just waiting for that. He stood close to our bed and Masha began to stroke his cock through his trousers. - How do you feel another cock? - I asked my wife in my ear. - Unusual - blushing, she answered quietly. - Do you want to see and touch it live? - I continued. - I want to - even more modestly and quietly answered my wife. Can I? - I allow it, I want to see it - without controlling myself and without assessing the meaning of what I said, I replied. Masha pulled away the elastic band of her trousers and panties with her hand, and with the second one she climbed into them. The Arab exhaled deeply with pleasure, feeling the touch of my wife's hand on his cock. - How big it is - said Masha and pulled the Arab's cock out of his trousers. Right in front of Masha's face there was an unusually dark cock of the Egyptian. Seeing its size, Masha let it out of her hand out of surprise, and she lowered herself all the way down on my cock and froze, staring at this dark huge cock. The Egyptian was not confused and moved his pelvis forward. The dark crimson head of his cock immediately pushed into her half-open mouth. Realising that the Egyptian wanted her to let his cock into her mouth, Masha opened it. In a moment the whole head of his cock was hidden in my wife's mouth. The Arab put his right hand on Masha's head, and moved her forward on his cock. The penis entered another 7-8 cm and the head of the penis bumped into my wife's throat, causing her to choke. Masha grabbed the base of his cock to stop him from pushing it further. - Hey, mate, keep it down! - I told him. - I apologise, I couldn't help myself - the Arab mumbled and lowered his head in embarrassment. - I'll try it myself - my wife intervened, taking the Arab's cock out of her mouth. Masha took the Egyptian's cock in her right hand and pulled the skin to the base of the cock. The Arab seemed to enjoy it, as he exhaled an exhalation like "ahhhh". Then Masha pulled the skin up to the head of the penis. After making a few back and forth movements, Masha opened her sexy mouth again and directed the Arab's cock into it. After a few seconds she actively started to move her head back and forth, holding the cock in her hand. At the same time she continued to move up and down on my cock. Her vagina was as wet as ever. My cock and my entire pubes were covered in her lubrication. Masha was working the Arab's cock so professionally that it excited not only the two of them, but me as well. With each new head-first thrust, she gripped Sasha's Arab's cock deeper and deeper. From below I could see that the head of his cock in the furthest position was already partially entering her throat, which made it expand with each forward movement. But that wasn't enough for Masha. She took the cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue from the base of the cock to the head. Then she did it the other way round, and at the end of the "journey" she took each of the Arab's testicles into her mouth in turn. The Egyptian liked it fabulously. I even became jealous and envious of him. So at the next upward movement of Masha, I took her off my cock and stood on my feet. My wife understood everything and took my cock in her left hand, which she then guided into her well-developed mouth. As she did so, she continued to slowly stroke the young Arab's cock with her right hand. I put my hand on her head and began to nudge her in a back and forth pace. With my head I felt it enter Masha's narrow throat. Her mouth was drooling profusely, which was a good lubricant. After sucking my cock for about a minute she moved again on the Arab's cock, while continuing to wrap my cock with her left hand Masha was so well into the rage that I did not want to distract them and again got under Masha and pulled her vagina on my cock. Masha moved even faster on it than before. At one point she let the Arab's cock out of her mouth and lay on top of me, breathing loudly and often. This told me that she was nearing orgasm. I lifted up a little and put my hands on her buttocks. With my fingertips I felt the narrow anal hole of my wife. Losing all brakes, the desire came to my head that the dark huge cock of this young Arab was there. - Mash, will you take another one on board? - I asked modestly, ready to get a slap for such a thoughtless and vulgar proposal. - What do you mean? - Masha asked, taking Arab Sasha's cock out of her mouth. - How about anal sex? - Do you want this black cock in my arse? - No offence, but at the moment I want to - I quietly answered, blushing. - If you had offered it to me half an hour ago, I would have filed for divorce, but now I want everything! - said Masha and took the hand cream from the bedside table. She squeezed it onto her hand and smeared it on the Arab's dark cock and her anal hole. - Sasha, do you want to come in my arse - offered the wife to the Egyptian. - Really can, no kidding? - Not believing his ears, he replied. - In the pussy is not allowed - it is only for her husband, but in the ass we allow - said Masha smiling slightly. Masha lay on top of me even more, so that her arse was more accessible.<br>Masha's protruding nipples pressed against my face. I sucked them in turn. Masha liked it very much! Meanwhile, Sasha, the Egyptian, got behind my Masha and directed his cock into her tight anal hole. Masha stopped bouncing on my cock, allowing the Egyptian to enter her leisurely. I felt something large and hard slowly moving through the thin partition separating my Masha's vagina and anal opening. This meant that the Arab's cock was beginning to explore my Masha's arse. - Ahhhhhh.... - said my wife. - What's hurting you? Is it already in you? - I asked her. - The head is already all there - answered Masha. - If it hurts, let's stop. - No, let it go all the way in, I can take it! - moaning, my wife replied. I felt the Arab's cock continuing to move forward through the septum. In a minute it was almost completely inside my Masha's arse. The Arab began to move his pelvis back and forth, thereby pushing his huge cock in and out of Masha's ass. I followed him and also moved my cock in my Masha's pussy. My wife moaned and dug her lips into mine. Through the thin wall separating my Masha's vagina and anal opening, I could feel the Arab's cock tearing her asshole with each new back and forth thrust. I could see from my wife's face that she was both in pain and inexpressibly pleased by the two working pistons in her intimate holes. After a couple of minutes I wanted to take a more active part and go upstairs. - Mash, let's change the position. You and I are in the usual missionary position, only under you will be our Arab Sasha in your arse. - With pleasure - my wife agreed without shyness. Masha moved forward and jumped off the two stakes. We laid the Arab on his back, and Masha threw her leg over him and sat with her butt on the Arab's groin, with her back turned to him. She leaned back a little. The Arab took her buttocks, lifted them up and pulled them apart to put them on his cock. And then I saw that from the narrow anal hole I was used to seeing in my wife, there was a real hole about 2 cm in diameter! The Arab, not thinking long, put his cock to the anal opening of my Masha and moved it upwards. Already with the first thrust he was halfway in! Masha cried out either from pain or from pleasure. But she did not get off the cock, but, on the contrary, she lifted up a little, and then slowly went down, absorbing the whole cock of this young Arab with her ass. Masha sat in front of me like on a gynaecological chair with her legs spread apart. The only difference was that there was a real Egyptian Arab underneath her and his huge dark brown penis in her arse. - Honey, come here! My main hole is just waiting for you," my wife said suddenly, waving her finger at me. She leaned back a little more, resting her hand on the bed. With the fingers of her other hand she spread the labia of her pussy apart. It was impossible to get away from such a sight! Taking my cock in my hand and aiming it, I pushed my pelvis into her vagina with one pelvic thrust. My excitement was at an all-time high. So were my wife and the Egyptian. Everyone was moaning loudly, enjoying the inexpressible pleasure. After less than a minute, the Arab surrendered. Through the thin wall that separated our cocks, I felt his cock throbbing, spurting semen into my wife's ass. This pushed me so sharply to orgasm that in a few seconds I was twitching in convulsions, pouring portions of my cum into my Masha's pussy. Almost immediately Masha, feeling the jets of cum hitting her holes, squirmed on our still standing like stakes dicks, and moaned very loudly, having an orgasm. Without controlling herself, she wrapped her arms around my back and scratched my entire back with her fingernails. Apparently having lost all her strength in the orgasm, she lay back on the Arab Sasha lying under her and with closed eyes breathed heavily, as if she had just run 5 km for a while... My wife and I had an inexpressible orgasm! Not only physiological, but also in a sense moral. The most real discharge for the whole organism. We lay in such a state for several minutes, until our softened cocks began to "come out" of Masha's holes. I got up on my feet and saw that streams of thick white semen were flowing out of her vagina and ass, which united into one and flowed down onto the sheet. - You guys are really something, aren't you?<br>I'm wet with your cum, inside and out! - said Masha, running her hand over her crotch. - I'm sorry, that's the way it is," said Sasha, lowering his eyes. - All right for the first time I forgive you - said Masha smiling, getting up from the bed. - I have to go, or I will be scolded - said Sasha, putting on his trousers. - Don't tell anyone about what happened here! - I told him one last time. - Of course, of course, or we'll be kicked out for it. - Well, that's great - said Masha, heading for the shower to wash up. After our Arab friend Sasha left, my wife and I took a shower together and slept until almost dinner time. Every next day Arab Sasha came to our room hoping to relive what had happened to him. And we with Masha did not disappoint him in it..... My wife and I remembered this trip to fabulous Egypt forever!

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Egypt.Our story in issue 2025
Finally, it was October! And that meant that my beautiful wife Masha and I were going on holiday abroad for the first time. We had only been to our Black Sea resort a couple of times before. I can't say anything bad about our resort, but I wanted something else, more distant and unexplored. Where exactly to go to decide for a long time did not have to decide, as we have long dreamed to visit the eastern fairy tale - Egypt! After reading hundreds of reviews on different sites we chose the hotel "Jungle" built in 2009. Besides the fact that the hotel was brand new and fresh, it also had the main feature - the best water park in Hurghada. Having collected all our things we called a taxi and at three o'clock in the morning we were already at Domodedovo airport. The flight went normally, without any incidents. It was our first trip by plane. From Hurghada airport we were taken to the hotel by the tour operator's bus. Entering the main building of the hotel, where the reception was located, we were simply enchanted. It was a real palace! Before we had time to remember, a young Arab boy ran up to us and said in broken Russian that we needed to check in, and then he would help us carry our things to the room. Having read in the reviews that at the reception it is desirable to give 20 quid to get a room in a good place, I did so. The Arab at reception smiled and gave us an electronic room key with the words "this one is the best!". The room was labelled 2025. I already knew from reviews that rooms starting with "2" were in a convenient location. The Arab boy took our bags and went to show us where our room was. Coming out of the main building into the inner territory of the hotel, Masha and I were absolutely delighted - it was a real paradise on earth! The hotel consisted exclusively of bungalows covered with straw. But the main thing everywhere were swimming pools, some so big that they even had islands with palm trees and bridges to the "big land". In the background we could see a huge water park with dozens of different slides! Our room turned out to be not far from it. The boy asked me for my electronic key. He opened the front door with it and we entered the bungalow. It was absolutely gorgeous! I couldn't imagine anything better. The main thing I liked was that at the far end of the room the wall was almost entirely glass with a sliding door, and behind it was an exit to a large pool, which was designed for several more bungalows. After paying the boy a baksheesh of 2 quid, we closed the door and collapsed the two of us onto the bed. Our delight at everything we saw was unrivalled! We started hugging and kissing. I got excited and could not stop myself. And my wife was not against unplanned sex in such a romantic place. I pulled off Masha's tight white breeches that she had worn in the lavatory of the aeroplane. I was so excited and I was so impatient to possess my wife that I did not even take off her thong and bra. In 2-3 minutes everything was over. It was unforgettable sex! On the first day my wife and I went to explore the territory of the hotel, which was just huge. Several restaurants, amphitheatre and the main thing of course water park. In the evening before dinner, a cleaner came to our room. It was the most usual Arab, only higher than those that we have already met in the hotel, height under 180 cm. He looked very young, no more than 20 years old. My wife and I liked him immediately, as his appearance was not repulsive and he was quite good-natured. He said that we could call him Sasha and from now on he would clean our room every day in the afternoon. I was pleased to learn that there are Sashas in Egypt too, as I was called the same name. Although it is clear that they make up their own names, so that we Russians do not break the language, pronouncing their real names. Having asked our permission, he started cleaning. In order not to disturb him, we sat down at the table and began to watch what channels were on TV. After mopping the floor, he started to make the bed where Masha and I had made love before. - Should I change the linen? - The Arab asked and smiled slyly. - Why? It's new," Masha replied incomprehensibly. - There are already stains here," he said, pointing his finger at the centre of the sheet. These were traces of secretions from my wife's vagina, which are usually a lot when she gets excited. Masha blushed in shame and could not say anything. The Arab realised, of course, what had been on that bed only a few hours ago and where the marks could have come from.
I didn't immediately find something to say, but I pulled myself together and told him: - "No, Sasha, we don't need to change anything. And we'll make the bed ourselves. - All right, all right, mate! If you need anything, you can always ask me, I'll help you - smiling all over his face, the Arab said in broken Russian and headed with his cleaning material to the exit. - I was so ashamed! He realised that it came out of me..." said Masha, as soon as she heard that the Arab had gone out and closed the door behind him. - And I was embarrassed too... But don't be upset, nothing terrible happened. Don't spoil your mood, we came to have a rest. Masha smiled at me and an hour later, on the way to the restaurant for dinner, the two of us were laughing about it. This situation even excited me a little. It's not every day that an Arab from Africa looks at your wife's intimate secretions. I used to get jealous when strangers looked at my Masha too much, but sometimes it happened and, on the contrary, aroused me. Of course I realise that it's hard not to pay attention to my Masha. In her 23 years she blossomed even better than before the wedding. Blonde long hair, correct, slender body shape, medium, but beautiful, firm breasts, firm ass... And a very beautiful face, as from the cover of an expensive glossy magazine. The next day we went to conquer the water park. Emotions were over the edge! The slides were awesome! Each slide was served by an Arab guy-instructor. He told us how to sit on the circle, how to hold on and go. But in addition, many of them, as if by the way, allowed themselves to put their hands on the waist of pretty girls, whom they helped to sit in the circle. Well, to say that they were looking upside down every passing by them beautiful girl in a swimming costume, and it is not worth talking about. Some of the girls even liked it. But since on all the slides Masha rode only with me, the Arabs did not allow themselves anything like that. The next day after breakfast we went to the sea. There were not many corals, but still we liked the sea very much. I noticed that there were a lot of Germans of retirement age on the beach, the male part of whom were not without interest looking at the sexy figure of my wife. After lunch Masha and I decided to go to the water park. Coming off the next slide I decided to take a break and stayed down under one of the umbrellas on the sunbed No sooner had she moved away from me for 20 metres, I saw how two Arabs who had passed her turned around and began to look at the ass of my wife, which was covered only by bathing panties. From the look on their faces, they obviously liked her ass very much. They must have imagined her completely naked... A strong jealousy started to play in me. But it was replaced by excitement that my wife's ass is very sexy and desired by others, and especially by Egyptians, unfamiliar to me before, who probably have their own ideas about beauty. Meanwhile, Masha, not suspecting that her ass was being glared at by two Arabs she didn't know, started climbing the stairs to the top floor of the water park. Upstairs at that moment there was almost no one from the people and all the slides were free. Though the distance to Masha was decent, nevertheless I could see and hear well that all Arab guys started to call her to their slide as if their salary depended on it. Masha stood in confusion until an Arab guy about 25 years old, tall and athletic, came up to her. He took her hand and said something to her. Masha smiled. It was probably some kind of compliment they showered on every beautiful free girl. Leading her to the edge of the slide, he took the circle from her and placed it in front of her. Then he stood behind Masha and put his hands on her waist and gave her a little push forward so that she would step into the circle. But Masha was afraid that the circle lay very close to the edge of the slide, so at his sudden push forward, she spontaneously arched her butt backwards. As the Arab-instructor was standing almost close to her, my wife's butt bumped into his groin, which was covered only by her swimming trunks. From such a strong "touch" Masha must have felt his cock with her ass, because she immediately made a step to the side and froze in confusion. The Arab smiled and gestured to invite her back into the circle, while giving her his hand. Masha smiled at him, but refused his help in the same gesture. She sat down in the circle. Arab put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward. In a moment Masha was already downstairs. - What happened down there? - I asked Masha when she got out of the pool and came towards me. - The Arabs are joking, it must be their humour," Masha grinned and blushed. - Yes, humourists... Let's go to the room? - I suggested. - My holiday on the water always makes me sleepy. And now...
Let's go to the room, darling, I'm going to lie down for a while. When I entered the room, Masha threw off her wet swimming costume and appeared before me in the nude. I got even more excited, but my wife gave me a "resignation", saying that she was very tired and "everything will be in the evening". She headed for the shower and I stayed in the room more aroused and unsatisfied than ever. A few minutes later, my spouse came out of the shower and lay naked on the bed. In a minute she fell into a deep sleep. In order not to disturb her, I closed the window and went out through the glass sliding door to the pool. Having bathed, I lay down on one of the sun beds and began to sunbathe. My overexcited friend, feeling the hot rays of the Egyptian sun, tried to get out of his swimming trunks. Two girls from the neighbouring bungalow who passed by me noticed it and giggled to themselves and went on. To reduce my excitement I got into the cool pool again. When I reached the opposite edge, I turned to face our bungalow and saw that the neighbouring room was being cleaned by our Arab Sasha. The next room was supposed to be ours. I remembered that we hadn't put a "do not disturb" tag on the front door handle. My naked wife was lying on the bed in the room! I was about to run to the bungalow and warn the Egyptian not to enter our room, but then I had the idea not to do that, but, on the contrary, to give him the opportunity to see her in all her glory. The thought that in a minute my sleeping naked wife would be seen by this Egyptian Arab "knocked me out" and excited me inexpressibly. I got out of the pool, ran into the room and hid in the wardrobe, which was located at the entrance. I immediately opened the wardrobe door a couple of centimetres so that I wouldn't have to creak it later. I could clearly see my wife, who was lying on her stomach with her legs spread apart. Her intimate bud of labia and clitoris was clearly visible between them. It was an amazing sight! It was impossible to contain myself... After a couple of minutes I heard someone using an electronic key to open the front door. The Arab was humming to himself some song in his own language. He closed the door behind him and walked into the room. At that moment his song was cut off halfway through. I heard the Arab say something with a gasp in his own language and froze. It was only after about half a minute that he stirred and took a step back, apparently intending to leave. But there was no next step. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest, and two feelings - jealousy and excitement - were playing in me. Arab Sasha approached my wife and looked around, making sure there was no one else in the room. Standing beside her, he put his right hand in his trousers and began to work his cock with it. He was looking at my sleeping wife so much that he was ready to pounce on her. From the adrenaline and unreal excitement in me, my heart was pounding so hard that I thought I could hear it in the whole room. My cock was so aroused it was ready to rip my swim trunks. With my hand shaking from adrenaline I began to stroke my cock through the fabric of my swimming trunks. At the same time, the Arab lowered his national trousers and pants, letting out his dark-skinned friend, who was no less than 22-24 cm long! My size, of course, was more modest... The Arab carefully stood with one knee on the bed. With one hand he began to imitate the stroking of my Masha's naked ass, passing his hand over it at a distance of only a couple of centimetres. With his other hand he began to work his stake even harder. Losing control over himself Arab Sasha decided to touch my wife's intimate parts. With his index finger he lightly touched Masha's labia, and then he passed it all the way to her clitoris. Who would have thought - some Egyptian touches my wife's intimate parts, and she does not even know anything about it... But it was not enough for him, he knelt between my wife's legs, and then bent over her, leaning with one hand on the bed. With his other hand he took his cock and ran the head of it over Masha's labia and clitoris. I was afraid he was going to stick it in her pussy. But at that moment Masha, without waking up, turned her head the other way and said something like "ooo-um". The Arab froze and pulled back from her. But Masha, in spite of the touch, still continued to sleep as soundly as before. After waiting a minute and making sure she was asleep, he continued to jack his cock, kneeling between her legs. After a couple of minutes he sharply accelerated the rhythm and a powerful jet of white semen burst out of his huge swarthy cock, which "went" all over Masha's back, and the second and third impulses hit her ass When he came to his senses, he got off the bed and brought his still erect cock to my wife's face and lightly touched her lips with the head, from which the remnants of thick white semen were still flowing.
After running his lips over hers, he tucked his giant into his trousers and quietly left the room. My excitement was at an all-time high. I came out of the wardrobe and walked over to my wife. There was so much of the Arab's semen that it ran down from both buttocks to her anal hole, and from there down her labia to her clitoris. My wife's most intimate places were sprinkled with another man's semen, not anyone's but some Egyptian's... But then I saw that his white semen was also spread on her lips... I could not hold myself back any longer. I climbed between her spread legs, took my cock in my hand and guided it into her vagina. My wife's labia, smeared with the Egyptian's cum, gave me the opportunity to drive it full length into her vagina in one sharp thrust. Strangely enough, I didn't mind my cock touching someone else's cum at that moment. The excitement shut down my entire mind. It only took me about two dozen strokes to pour all the cum into her pussy. It made me shudder to be finally "unloaded". I did not restrain myself like an Arab and moaned loudly with pleasure. All weakened by such overexcitement and discharge, I collapsed next to Masha. My wife was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even feel that I had just slept with her. If that Arab had been bolder, he could theoretically have fucked my wife and left quietly, and my wife would not even know about it... Masha woke up only after an hour. She apparently felt the tart taste of semen on her lips, licked them with her tongue. - Sweetie, I see you couldn't stand it till the evening? - She asked, sucking and swallowing the cum she had licked. - Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," I replied, looking guilty. - Did you put it in my mouth too? - Frowning for the sake of appearances, asked Masha. - Yes, no - without thinking, I blurted out. - Of course, and all the lips in the cum where from? I was about to get out of it by saying that it was all me, but I had a crazy idea to tell my wife and see how she would react if she knew that her lips and crotch were covered with the cum of the Arab who had made her cum just an hour ago. I told her everything as it happened, not daring to tell her that I had hidden in the wardrobe and deliberately wanted to see what the Arab would do. I said that I was in the pool and when I got to the glass door I saw everything that was happening. Masha was in shock at first, but after pouring her her favourite martini she slowly moved away. - Mash, well, what happened, happened. I'm sorry. Don't beat yourself up. I didn't think that in a dream they could do that to me, and even together... I was also a little turned on by your story - finally, smiled and said Masha. - Really? - Yes! An interesting sexual adventure - winked at me, replied my wife and pounced on me, Misbrug throwing me on the bed. She was already a little drunk from the martini and in her eyes I saw a great desire to have sex. My wife pulled down my trunks, took my cock in her hand and guided it into her warm mouth. She sucked it like never before. I stood up and reached for her pussy. It was something - she was already covered in her juice. Masha was swallowing my cock almost to the base. I could feel the head of my fighter entering her throat. I was experiencing a pleasure that was unimaginable! I wanted it to never stop.... But in the middle of the blowjob, someone knocked on our room. - Who is it? - I shouted, as Masha's mouth was busy. - It's me Sasha, your cleaner. Hearing that it was the same Arab Sasha, who had seen her naked just an hour ago and had taken advantage of her defenceless state, Masha stopped and took my cock out of her mouth. - Wasn't it enough for him? - she asked me in surprise. - Well, he thinks that we don't know that he was in our room today. - Oh, yes - Masha stretched out. What do we do? - We can tell him to leave...or we can... - What can we do? - My wife looked at me in surprise. - I had an idea, since you and I liked what happened and we as you see it excited us so much, so maybe we can do it again... - How? - We'll pretend we didn't hear him and Titty go on. He'll probably come in anyway, cos we haven't put up the "do not disturb" tag. - Are you out of your mind? I can't do that, I'd be ashamed to be naked in front of an Arab I don't know, and give you a blowjob! - Don't look when he comes in. Just pretend he's not there. And he'll probably leave when he sees us. - You're such a dreamer, my wife said to me thoughtfully. I am already shaking with fear, though I am drunk and excited, and what will happen then?... Arab Sasha, without waiting for any answer, opened the door to the room. At that moment I took Masha's head in the palm of my hand and put my mouth on my cock, which was twitching with excitement.
As soon as my cock entered her open mouth, Sasha the Arab entered the room. - Oh-oh, uh-oh, I apologise, I didn't know you were here..." the frightened Arab mumbled. Masha wanted to let my cock out of her mouth - she was scared of the situation after all. And that meant it would be over before it started. That's why I pressed forward without letting her head out of my hand, pushing her mouth on my stake even more. - It's okay, Sash, don't worry about it. Start cleaning. We won't disturb you, will we? - Oh no, no - not expecting such a turn of events, the Arab could only reply. Masha tried to get off my cock again, but I didn't let her. She mumbled something and continued to work on my cock. Sasha, meanwhile, was mopping the floor with a mop, pretending not to look at us at all. But of course he couldn't help looking at us, and he looked at us every now and then. The fact that he liked it could be determined by the "shalash" in his trousers, which could not be hidden at all will. It is impossible to convey the feeling that was in me at that moment. Doing "it" when some Arab is looking at you is not natural and therefore unrealistically arousing. It drove me crazy and switched off all reason, putting me into a kind of trance and an impossible pleasure. My wife's fear also began to pass and she started to work her mouth even more actively. In order not to stop there, I wanted Masha to stand on the other side of me and continue giving blowjobs. This would give Sasha a chance to see her pussy. - Masha, now get over to the other side and stand on the other side - I whispered to her and released her head. - Okay - unexpectedly easily agreeing, she replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth. My wife's firm ass was on display for Egyptian Sasha. Here he could not hide the fact that he was interested. Even on his swarthy face there seemed to be an unnatural pallor and confusion. He was staring at my wife's arse and couldn't take his eyes off her. My wife, realising that her ass and crotch were now being stared at by the Arab caretaker, became even more aroused as she began to stroke the protruding nipples of her sexy tits with her other free hand. The Arab guy was looking at the ass and crotch of my favourite Mashenka like an enchanted man. He couldn't control himself, he put his right hand in his trousers and started kicking his sexual giant. Could I imagine that someday my wife would suck my cock, and next to us would stand a stranger Egyptian and kick himself, looking at her intimate places and how she skilfully gives me a blowjob. Completely losing control of myself, I wanted more - for the Arab to touch my wife's intimate parts... With my free hand I called the Arab Sasha to us and showed him my wife's arse. He looked at me incomprehensibly. I showed him my wife's arse again and showed him my tongue. When he realised what I wanted him to do, he opened his mouth in surprise. I had to call his hand a third time to get him out of his trance. Arab Sasha came to our bed, knelt down and gently dug his face into my wife's crotch. Masha, suddenly feeling the Arab's head between her legs and feeling his lips touching her genitals, tried to get off my cock and stand up. I expected her reaction, so I used both hands to hold her in place. Masha threw a confused look at me. I winked at her hoping she would agree to this madness with the Arab. In the meantime, the Arab was working his tongue, rubbing my wife's clit and vagina with it. These pleasant touches could not go unnoticed and I felt that Masha's body relaxed and she was no longer trying to escape. Her breathing became more rapid, indicating that she was even more aroused. Masha continued to work on my cock, which was already begging for her nest. Giving the Egyptian a chance to enjoy my wife's pussy a little more, I pulled my wife up with my hands, showing that I wanted her to climb on top of me. Masha understood without words. She sat on top of me and guided my cock into her pussy with her hand. Since she was already all licked and well developed by the Egyptian's tongue, my cock immediately penetrated her all the way to her scrotum. My wife cried out with pleasure and started to move up and down. Meanwhile, the Arab got to his feet and stood a metre away from us, not knowing what to do next. I even felt a little sorry for him and called him to us. - Masha, our Egyptian friend did you a nice thing "there", maybe you will do him a little? - I turned to Masha and winked. - What do you mean? - Gasping with excitement my wife asked me, not stopping moving up and down on my cock. - Look what a "shalash" he has in his trousers, who is very tight there... - Indeed... - Masha said thoughtfully, looking at his "shalash".
Masha reached out and touched him, while giving the Arab a "may I?" look. Sasha was just waiting for that. He stood close to our bed and Masha began to stroke his cock through his trousers. - How do you feel another cock? - I asked my wife in my ear. - Unusual - blushing, she answered quietly. - Do you want to see and touch it live? - I continued. - I want to - even more modestly and quietly answered my wife. Can I? - I allow it, I want to see it - without controlling myself and without assessing the meaning of what I said, I replied. Masha pulled away the elastic band of her trousers and panties with her hand, and with the second one she climbed into them. The Arab exhaled deeply with pleasure, feeling the touch of my wife's hand on his cock. - How big it is - said Masha and pulled the Arab's cock out of his trousers. Right in front of Masha's face there was an unusually dark cock of the Egyptian. Seeing its size, Masha let it out of her hand out of surprise, and she lowered herself all the way down on my cock and froze, staring at this dark huge cock. The Egyptian was not confused and moved his pelvis forward. The dark crimson head of his cock immediately pushed into her half-open mouth. Realising that the Egyptian wanted her to let his cock into her mouth, Masha opened it. In a moment the whole head of his cock was hidden in my wife's mouth. The Arab put his right hand on Masha's head, and moved her forward on his cock. The penis entered another 7-8 cm and the head of the penis bumped into my wife's throat, causing her to choke. Masha grabbed the base of his cock to stop him from pushing it further. - Hey, mate, keep it down! - I told him. - I apologise, I couldn't help myself - the Arab mumbled and lowered his head in embarrassment. - I'll try it myself - my wife intervened, taking the Arab's cock out of her mouth. Masha took the Egyptian's cock in her right hand and pulled the skin to the base of the cock. The Arab seemed to enjoy it, as he exhaled an exhalation like "ahhhh". Then Masha pulled the skin up to the head of the penis. After making a few back and forth movements, Masha opened her sexy mouth again and directed the Arab's cock into it. After a few seconds she actively started to move her head back and forth, holding the cock in her hand. At the same time she continued to move up and down on my cock. Her vagina was as wet as ever. My cock and my entire pubes were covered in her lubrication. Masha was working the Arab's cock so professionally that it excited not only the two of them, but me as well. With each new head-first thrust, she gripped Sasha's Arab's cock deeper and deeper. From below I could see that the head of his cock in the furthest position was already partially entering her throat, which made it expand with each forward movement. But that wasn't enough for Masha. She took the cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue from the base of the cock to the head. Then she did it the other way round, and at the end of the "journey" she took each of the Arab's testicles into her mouth in turn. The Egyptian liked it fabulously. I even became jealous and envious of him. So at the next upward movement of Masha, I took her off my cock and stood on my feet. My wife understood everything and took my cock in her left hand, which she then guided into her well-developed mouth. As she did so, she continued to slowly stroke the young Arab's cock with her right hand. I put my hand on her head and began to nudge her in a back and forth pace. With my head I felt it enter Masha's narrow throat. Her mouth was drooling profusely, which was a good lubricant. After sucking my cock for about a minute she moved again on the Arab's cock, while continuing to wrap my cock with her left hand Masha was so well into the rage that I did not want to distract them and again got under Masha and pulled her vagina on my cock. Masha moved even faster on it than before. At one point she let the Arab's cock out of her mouth and lay on top of me, breathing loudly and often. This told me that she was nearing orgasm. I lifted up a little and put my hands on her buttocks. With my fingertips I felt the narrow anal hole of my wife. Losing all brakes, the desire came to my head that the dark huge cock of this young Arab was there. - Mash, will you take another one on board? - I asked modestly, ready to get a slap for such a thoughtless and vulgar proposal. - What do you mean? - Masha asked, taking Arab Sasha's cock out of her mouth. - How about anal sex? - Do you want this black cock in my arse? - No offence, but at the moment I want to - I quietly answered, blushing. - If you had offered it to me half an hour ago, I would have filed for divorce, but now I want everything! - said Masha and took the hand cream from the bedside table. She squeezed it onto her hand and smeared it on the Arab's dark cock and her anal hole. - Sasha, do you want to come in my arse - offered the wife to the Egyptian. - Really can, no kidding? - Not believing his ears, he replied. - In the pussy is not allowed - it is only for her husband, but in the ass we allow - said Masha smiling slightly. Masha lay on top of me even more, so that her arse was more accessible.
Masha's protruding nipples pressed against my face. I sucked them in turn. Masha liked it very much! Meanwhile, Sasha, the Egyptian, got behind my Masha and directed his cock into her tight anal hole. Masha stopped bouncing on my cock, allowing the Egyptian to enter her leisurely. I felt something large and hard slowly moving through the thin partition separating my Masha's vagina and anal opening. This meant that the Arab's cock was beginning to explore my Masha's arse. - Ahhhhhh.... - said my wife. - What's hurting you? Is it already in you? - I asked her. - The head is already all there - answered Masha. - If it hurts, let's stop. - No, let it go all the way in, I can take it! - moaning, my wife replied. I felt the Arab's cock continuing to move forward through the septum. In a minute it was almost completely inside my Masha's arse. The Arab began to move his pelvis back and forth, thereby pushing his huge cock in and out of Masha's ass. I followed him and also moved my cock in my Masha's pussy. My wife moaned and dug her lips into mine. Through the thin wall separating my Masha's vagina and anal opening, I could feel the Arab's cock tearing her asshole with each new back and forth thrust. I could see from my wife's face that she was both in pain and inexpressibly pleased by the two working pistons in her intimate holes. After a couple of minutes I wanted to take a more active part and go upstairs. - Mash, let's change the position. You and I are in the usual missionary position, only under you will be our Arab Sasha in your arse. - With pleasure - my wife agreed without shyness. Masha moved forward and jumped off the two stakes. We laid the Arab on his back, and Masha threw her leg over him and sat with her butt on the Arab's groin, with her back turned to him. She leaned back a little. The Arab took her buttocks, lifted them up and pulled them apart to put them on his cock. And then I saw that from the narrow anal hole I was used to seeing in my wife, there was a real hole about 2 cm in diameter! The Arab, not thinking long, put his cock to the anal opening of my Masha and moved it upwards. Already with the first thrust he was halfway in! Masha cried out either from pain or from pleasure. But she did not get off the cock, but, on the contrary, she lifted up a little, and then slowly went down, absorbing the whole cock of this young Arab with her ass. Masha sat in front of me like on a gynaecological chair with her legs spread apart. The only difference was that there was a real Egyptian Arab underneath her and his huge dark brown penis in her arse. - Honey, come here! My main hole is just waiting for you," my wife said suddenly, waving her finger at me. She leaned back a little more, resting her hand on the bed. With the fingers of her other hand she spread the labia of her pussy apart. It was impossible to get away from such a sight! Taking my cock in my hand and aiming it, I pushed my pelvis into her vagina with one pelvic thrust. My excitement was at an all-time high. So were my wife and the Egyptian. Everyone was moaning loudly, enjoying the inexpressible pleasure. After less than a minute, the Arab surrendered. Through the thin wall that separated our cocks, I felt his cock throbbing, spurting semen into my wife's ass. This pushed me so sharply to orgasm that in a few seconds I was twitching in convulsions, pouring portions of my cum into my Masha's pussy. Almost immediately Masha, feeling the jets of cum hitting her holes, squirmed on our still standing like stakes dicks, and moaned very loudly, having an orgasm. Without controlling herself, she wrapped her arms around my back and scratched my entire back with her fingernails. Apparently having lost all her strength in the orgasm, she lay back on the Arab Sasha lying under her and with closed eyes breathed heavily, as if she had just run 5 km for a while... My wife and I had an inexpressible orgasm! Not only physiological, but also in a sense moral. The most real discharge for the whole organism. We lay in such a state for several minutes, until our softened cocks began to "come out" of Masha's holes. I got up on my feet and saw that streams of thick white semen were flowing out of her vagina and ass, which united into one and flowed down onto the sheet. - You guys are really something, aren't you?
I'm wet with your cum, inside and out! - said Masha, running her hand over her crotch. - I'm sorry, that's the way it is," said Sasha, lowering his eyes. - All right for the first time I forgive you - said Masha smiling, getting up from the bed. - I have to go, or I will be scolded - said Sasha, putting on his trousers. - Don't tell anyone about what happened here! - I told him one last time. - Of course, of course, or we'll be kicked out for it. - Well, that's great - said Masha, heading for the shower to wash up. After our Arab friend Sasha left, my wife and I took a shower together and slept until almost dinner time. Every next day Arab Sasha came to our room hoping to relive what had happened to him. And we with Masha did not disappoint him in it..... My wife and I remembered this trip to fabulous Egypt forever!