This summer my wife and I rested in Turkey. Masha, that is the name of my spouse, has long dreamed of going abroad, and I’m already rather tired of our southern resorts, with their backward, Soviet service. We settled in a beautiful four star hotel on the Aegean Sea. The room was just a great bedroom, living room, shower room and an open terrace overlooking the sea. This terrace had one interesting feature - it had a way out of the next room, and the territory belonging to the neighbors was fenced off by a small, purely decorative fence. The bar was full of free drinks, and we were fed seven times a day. In short, from the very first day, my wife and I plunged into the atmosphere of real rest. We wanted to rest here for three weeks, but I was able to knock out only two from the authorities. Therefore, I flew home a week earlier than Masha.

On the morning of the second day, going out on the terrace, I noticed a man and a woman sitting on the next half. In appearance they were no more than 30 years old, both fit and sporty. The woman, moreover, possessed a beautiful figure that I was able to appreciate thanks to her miniature swimsuit. They greeted me, but I didn’t understand anything of their words, as they turned out to be foreigners, so I just smiled and nodded in response. From their speeches, I realized that they were German and said this to Masha. She works as a translator and knows three languages ​​German, French and English. Therefore, I was not surprised when I found her during the day talking to our neighbors and another man who was with them. Masha told me that this is a German married couple, and the man is their friend, an American. They rest in this hotel for the third year. They offered us to unite and relax with a common company. My wife and I decided that this would even be better, because our new acquaintances, like vacationers with experience, could become our guides.

All this day we spent five of us walking along the beach, sitting in a cafe, swimming and enjoying ourselves in every way. And more than once, I noticed that an American often throws very eloquent looks at my wife. In truth, it could be understood. Masha, at the age of 28, looked like just a slender, slim figure, curly black hair. Long, slender legs turned into steep thighs, an appetizing round ass attracted the eye, and a high elastic chest, the third size, always attracted men. My wife, knowing the merits of her stunning body, did not even try to hide him from prying eyes. She preferred frank outfits translucent dresses that do not hide her habit of walking without a bra. In general, it was clear that Chuck’s relationship with the Germans was not quite normal. His behavior with Berta was not much different from the attitude of her husband to her. From the side, not knowing who is who, it would be difficult to determine who her spouse and who is friend. And one night, Masha and I heard from the next room passionate groans and oohs, which indicated that Bert and her husband did not waste time. However, when I, awakened by these sounds, went to the terrace to smoke, to my surprise, I found Chuck there, as the name was of an American, passionately kissing with his German wife. Moreover, apart from lightweight sandals on Bertha and a thong on an American, there was nothing more to wear. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat in the light of the lanterns, Chuck kissed Bert in the neck and lips, and she caressed his standing member with her hand. Not even having had time to figure out anything, I saw Berta’s husband, Hans, go out onto the terrace, and to my great amazement, I just smiled broadly and laughed, looking at my wife, kissing an American and holding his dick in her hand.

When they saw me, they were not embarrassed in the least, and Berta, absolutely not embarrassed by her nudity, turned to me and kindly waved her hand.She was the owner of a very beautiful body, maybe not as beautiful as my wife's, however, looking at her delicious breasts and perfectly shaved pubis, I felt that my boyfriend also began to wake up. Embarrassed, I returned to my room and told my wife about what I had seen. To my surprise, she was not surprised, and said that in Germany, and indeed in Europe, relations are quite common and there are even entire clubs for swingers. I lay in bed thinking about this, and imagined Bert fucking simultaneously with her husband and Chuck. Suddenly, in my fantasies, Bertha's place was taken by my wife. I imagined how Masha had sex with another man and, to my surprise, this did not cause any negative emotions, but on the contrary, I felt a strong arousal. Then I asked my wife, and how she relates to such a relationship. Masha replied that everyone has the right to have fun, because they want, most importantly, not to give inconvenience to their loved ones. Having said this, she pressed herself against me and, looking into her eyes, asked:

- Tell me, honestly, would you like to see me with another man?

At first I was confused. It felt like my wife was reading my mind. Feeling how her palm clasped my reeling penis, I blurted out:

- Yes, I would like to see how, for example, an American will fuck you.

Hearing my answer, Masha gasped convulsively and pressed herself against me with her whole body. Apparently, this idea brought both of us, and this night we had fantastic sex, but I did not know what was waiting for me ahead.

The next morning, Masha and I met with our neighbors in a restaurant. They sat down at our table and Hans immediately started talking about last night. Masha translated his words to me. The German told us that he and Chuck had known each other for six years, he is Hans' business partner. They always rest together, besides they meet several times a year when Chuck comes to them, to Germany. Such close relationships they began about four years ago, and, on the initiative of Hans himself. He explained to us that they live in a free marriage with Berta, and in their relationship there is no place for jealousy of each other. And the presence of a third partner in their marital bed greatly enhances the pleasure of making love. Then Bertha intervened in the conversation and asked how we feel about swinging, and whether we want to join them. Masha told them that we have long wanted to try to have group sex. I smiled to myself when I heard this, since my wife and I only started talking about group sex that night.

After breakfast, my wife and I went to sunbathe to the pool and Chuck joined us. My wife and I often visited nude beaches, where she could easily sunbathe completely naked, she did not like, when there were white tracks on her body from a swimsuit. But here, by the pool, she could afford to take off only the top of a swimsuit, which she did, exposing her gorgeous breasts to the sun. I noticed that Chuck was devouring my wife’s body with his eyes and had no doubt about his thoughts on her. He said something to her and she translated his request, he asked me for permission to rub it with oil for tanning. I nodded my head and Chuck picked up the bottle from the table. Having poured some oil onto the palm of our hand, our new acquaintance began to rub liquid slowly into Masha's velvety skin. She leaned back in her lounge chair and frankly enjoyed the touches of men's hands.

Watching Chuck rub a thick, fragrant liquid over my wife's bare chest, as his hands glide over her amazing thighs and abdomen, almost touching her narrow panties, I felt a mixed feeling wake up in me. On the one hand, it was a certain discomfort caused by the actions of the American. But on the other hand, I was beginning to start slightly, with what desire the eyes of another man look at my spouse, how gently his hands stroke (though it was more like affection) her body.After the front part of my wife's body shone seductively, she turned over on her stomach, exposing her rounded ass to the sun and American eyes, with a barely noticeable band of heats disappearing between the two halves. Chuck was massaging these delicious hemispheres for a long time and with pleasure. And, probably, at this moment he imagined how he was pushing these halves ...