Deborah and Giovanni sighed as they left their suitcases in the beach house.

"This is a nice villa," Deborah muttered, stretching sweetly as she looked around. The villa was spacious, with large windows, sturdy doors, and a huge bed right in the middle of the bedroom. "Oh, is there a hammock?" she pressed herself against the window, looking at the swaying hammock between two massive palm trees in the backyard.

Giovanni laughed, seeing his wife so alert and interested. He had tried to pick the best villa out of the ones that both of them liked. The man stretched his shoulders and lower back sweetly, looking heavily at the suitcases. He really didn't understand why they needed so many clothes, but arguing with Deborah about their wardrobe... wasn't the best idea. Deborah seemed to sense this aura from her husband, and sighed, also looking at the suitcases. For some reason, packing for a trip is always more enjoyable than unpacking.

They fiddled around for a couple of hours. Deborah even took a portable clothes steamer with her, "just in case" they wanted to go somewhere more luxurious - a restaurant, for example, or a luxury hotel, for a change. While Deborah was unpacking, Giovanni was scrolling through his tablet for places they could go in the evening, important points with pharmacies and other things, so that if something happened, they would be safe. Deborah trusted her husband, so she left this tedious work to him.

And so, after some more time, they finally got to the beach. Deborah shamelessly filled a jute beach bag with junk - Giovanni knows how important SPF cream is, but why they need four towels, two sun umbrellas and a folding sun lounger for two is a mystery. After all, there were enough sun loungers on their beach, because there were not many vacationers here due to the high price.

"Get some oil on my back," Deborah purrs, taking off her linen dress. Giovanni smiles, caresses her shoulders gently, and admires his wife. Her white bikini with gold jump rings accentuates her figure. Sharp shoulders, full breasts with already swollen peaks. "...mmm, my love? We're going for a swim, baby, then everything else," Deborah notices her husband's gaze, which even after so many years and hardships still oozes with love and desire for her.

"Sorry, mi alma," Giovanni murmurs, warming up the sunblock in his hands before touching his wife. His large palms caress her skin, he playfully touches her luxurious ass, lifts Deborah slightly and kisses her nose. "I can't help it, you look especially stunning in that bikini."

Deborah giggles, feeling the tickle of the slippery cream on the sides of her waist, and kisses her husband on the lips. The kiss is gentle, but she slightly pulled his lower lip with her teeth, setting a slight languor.

After spending the day on the beach, they went out to a local bar. Deborah - in her sinful black dress, with a deep neckline. Giovanni hugged her thigh, even feeling a special pride for the looks that were devouring his wife. Deborah clings to her husband, but her gaze scans the entire space of the bar. Not very loud pleasant music was playing, somewhere conversations in different languages were heard, the air smelled of fried food and some cocktails. Suddenly, Giovanni pressed Deborah closer to himself and nodded towards the corner table.

"Do you speak English?" Giovanni purred, attracting your attention. "Do you mind, miss, if we join you?" There was something languid in his voice, a warm, deep rumble, a rich, confident sound.

"That dress suits you so well," Deborah purred, her brown eyes soft, somehow deceptively innocent, as she sat down across from you at the table. "...we just got here this morning. It would be nice to make friends on vacation, wouldn't it?" Deborah winked meaningfully, smiling. Giovanni sat down next to his wife and put his arm around her shoulder.