This happened in Antalya. I, with my young wife, Zhenya, 21, decided to rest in Turkey. When we took the vouchers, we asked that we be lodged in a hotel where there were a lot of Russians, hoping to make acquaintance with someone, and not spend a vacation alone. I was 24 years old and we have been married for almost two years now. After examining each other in bed, we were happily married.

So, here. Having arrived and settled in a hotel, we spent the first two days on the beach and in the dining room, studying the all-inclusive service. Looking around to others, we did not find us a worthy couple. Either they were bored old people, or groups of young people who always drink free alcohol. We did not want to spend a holiday in a drunken stupor, but to visit at least a few excursions, the benefit from the airplane window we saw beautiful mountains and a beautiful coast.

In the evening of the second day we sat at the hotel’s swimming pool, at a table and, having finished dinner, waited for the start of the entertainment program. Zhenya was dressed in a short skirt, and a tight top, under which there was no bra, and the nipples of her elastic breasts were clearly visible. On her feet she had white sandals with high heels. I was wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt and shorts. The atmosphere of fun reigned around. The Russian-speaking Turks are almost without an accent, starting with a few jokes, then switched to fun contests with jokes.

- will you allow? Can we sit down to you?

Next to our table was a middle-aged couple. He looked at 55 years old, and she was about 48. Despite this, the woman was wearing a tight-fitting open dress of dark blue, which ended 15 centimeters above the knees, which allowed her to look at her slender thighs. She was wearing shoes to match the color of the dress, also high-heeled. A large number of gold jewelry adorned the neck and hands of the woman, and her face was austere, but at the same time tasteful makeup was applied. Curly and slightly gray hair decorated her head, and her face was like that of a Greek goddess.

- Yes of course. Join me - I got up, moved the lady chair.

“Thank you,” she said, a little coquettishly, smiling slightly at me.

We, drinking cold juices and beer, began to follow the course of the show program. The audience laughed amicably when someone casually won or flew in the next competition. At one of the competitions took Zhenya. And when they with some man with their hands tied behind their back danced merrily, suddenly without co-operating with their weight, the fairly drunk partner slipped and fell on my young wife. Zhenya fell on her booty on the platform, and the man struck her face right under her skirt, having buried her in the crotch. When he was pulled out, it seemed that he saw something unusual there. What could this goat see there? His eyes circled in orbits like mad balls. Everyone laughed together again, and Zhenya, freeing herself from the ropes tying her hands behind the ropes, shyly returned to our table. But she was applauded by friendly applause, and she looked up and looked around at them, and flopped into the chair next to me.

- Kill the reptile. - I squeezed through my teeth.

- Do not be so boiled young man. In my opinion, everyone has already envied you. - A man, holding out his hand, introduced himself, - Alexey. And my wife's name is Eleanor.

“Zhenya,” his wife said, and then turning to me. - Well, what are you Tolik? Nothing has happened. I have panties on, and he could not see anything.

- It was not enough that they were not on you. Although I know your panties, they are, that is, that is not.

- Fully you young people. Let's drink to meet you. I'll order champagne.

I gradually departed, and our feasts, let's call them that, began to arouse more interest in me than what was happening on the stage. They looked very intelligent, had an interesting conversation.We found out that we live relatively not far from each other, about three hours' drive, we found out that they also came here, and also only together. It seemed to me that we have a lot in common although we were in different age groups. Would any of my friends ask what we did with these old men? But I myself was amazed how interesting it was to communicate with Alexey, and Eleanor was a woman in the full sense of the word. I even choked on my thoughts when I tried to look at her hips, which were slightly visible from under the dress. No, of course, there was no one sexier than my Eugene, but that was more feminine? With youth and enthusiasm, my wife will not overtake anyone. But the female mystery Eleanor attracted.

Began dancing. First incendiary, fast. We, apologizing to our new friends, ran to jump. Having fun spinning and frolicking, our couple obviously caused delight in holidaymakers. I also saw that our feasts only looked at us. About an hour later, we were tired back to the table to drink something.

- You dance well. - Alex was able to make compliments.

- Thank. And why are you not going.

- Well, you know, not the age.

- Yes, do not be shy. It's all drunk for a long time. And who knows you here? And age must be shaken off, in dance! - Zhenya was not appeased.

She clearly wanted them to break down. She pulled Alexey's hand.

- Come on.

Alexey, looking at his wife, got up, took a sip of brandy and followed the Eugene that was pulling him.

- Eleonora, I invite you too. - I got up and held out my hand.

- Well, well, let's try.

We, the four of us forming a small circle, were frantic in a furious tangle of merry and dancing vacationers. Judging by the reaction of new friends, they liked it, and they have not indulged in it for a long time. They tried to defiantly dance with everyone, but quickly the charter returned to the table. We just jumped and joined them.

- As you.

- Very good. You're happy.

After a little rest, we again and again left and returned from the dance floor. Our "oldies" were very funny. Slow dancing began. Of course, I invited Eugene and we, hugging, began to dance.

- How do you like them? - First asked wife.

- I like. Something draws to them. But we have a big difference in age.

- I like it too.

We danced for a long time and, looking up, I saw next to us at the same embracing and dancing Alexey and Eleanor. They moved very gracefully. I felt some kind of skill.

I invited Eleanor to the next dance, and Zhenya and Alexey stayed at the table. When we went to the dance floor, I suddenly felt some uncertainty. I did not care about the opinions of strangers that I dance with a woman older than me twice. I was seized with a strange excitement, when the woman’s hands gently lay on my shoulders, and my breasts gently rubbed at me when I, hugging her around the waist, held me close. Eleanor, it seemed to me, herself was trembling a little. She looked into my eyes with an interesting look as we smoothly moved in the dance. Being close to her, I felt the delicate scent of her perfume. I really liked this expensive smell, and I involuntarily reached forward. When I touched the lips of the woman’s cheeks and I thought I kissed her a little, my consciousness returned to me. What am i doing? I recoiled. Eleanor, slightly tilting her head back and closing her eyes, was thrilled by the touch. She opened her eyes and, shooting around, also remembered that we were not alone. The two of us looked at our table. Zhenya and Alexey talked about something merrily, and they seemed to us to do nothing. We, turning to each other, smiled shyly. The music is over. I led the woman to the table. More precisely she led me. Walking behind me, I was amazed how gracefully she walked. The perfect figure, beautiful gait, rolling buttocks. Awful, what am I thinking?

It was already too late, and declaring that Zhenya and I were recognized as the best couple at the dances ...