It was about the third day of rest in a cheap resort in Turkish Alanya. My husband and I had enough money only for a hotel of the category “one star minus, everything is off”. Just kidding) In fact, I really liked the hotel, although I wore only three stars + all inclusive. But the first coastline, a large swimming pool, rooms in small cottage-type houses and excellent food. According to conversations on the beach with vacationers in a five-star hotel nearby, we had more comfortable and cozy.

We have already smoked decently in the local sunshine, and my skin, with the participation of Turkish baths and scrubs, acquired a very nice even tan. I didn’t particularly like the cobbled bottom of the beach, where one could even twist one leg before one entered the water (probably one of the reasons for the “three-star”), so I often bathed and sunbathed around the pool in the hotel. My husband, a big fan of the waves, constantly ran to swim in the sea, the benefit is not far (a hundred meters along the path between not too carefully trimmed bushes with beautiful flowers), leaving me to bask on a deck chair under the gaze of several men languishing by the pool next to their matrons. While waiting for the opportunity to reach the free alcohol at the bar, they had nothing to do, they peered at me when they thought that their spouses did not see. And the fact that I perfectly see their carnivorous looks, they did not seem to care. Me, however, too. Ordinary family peppers about forty, like all Russian. My Olezhka would give a hundred points ahead to the most attractive of them. Although to be very honest, it was nice to feel the hungry glances of these males on yourself, lying in your most open swimsuit (it was time to align the tan and get rid of white spots on your map)). Well, maybe one of them would interest me if I were a free girl - a swarthy dark man of about 35 years old, blond hair, white teeth. Our neighbor in the cottage, settled a day later with a woman of his age, maybe a wife. But she did not take her eyes off him, apparently correctly assessing the resort risks. Although it did not prevent him from throwing glances at me (slanting, but pleasant).

In pleasant bliss, I admired the sun glare through my covered eyelashes, and it was already going to completely drive off into the world of midday drowsiness, when cold splashes suddenly flew at me, accompanied by an unintelligible “b-rr-r” played by Olezhka. He returned from the beach and decided to cheer me up with a cold shower, shaking me with his wet hair.

I screamed in surprise, I rewarded my spouse with a slap on a wet ass.

- Fool.

In general, it is good that he did not let me completely limp here in the sun. Standing on a lounger, I stretched out like a cat, stretching my socks and flexing my back, feeling with pleasure how the muscles come to tone. The men at the pool, as one turned in my direction. Including that cute one.

- What are you doing? Now they are setting their necks, - the husband good-naturedly slapped me on the bottom with a wet towel, nodding towards the male half of the rest at the pool, and, grunting, lounged on the next bed. He is not jealous of me. Apparently for reasons of male solidarity, he had nothing against the fact that others were staring at his half, because objectively there was an objective thing on that. I went to yoga, periodically changing it to Pilates or dancing, generally kept myself in good shape. And it's not difficult to do it at 20 with a small tail, if by nature everything is in place.

I smiled, rising from the lounger and adjusting my swimsuit:

- Well, let them rejoice. You look at their wives, - in fact, I am not a fan of discussing people behind the eyes, but here I meant, rather, not appearance, but behavior.In our cottage there were three rooms, in all pairs, and I already got a comprehensive view of my neighbors. We somehow did not try to get close to them, just nodding to each other if we met on the narrow paths of the hotel. And even this was enough for the female half of the rest to start sawing the male if they suddenly turned after me or smiled too favorably at the meeting. In this case, the ladies themselves were quite well-groomed for their age and looked good. I never understood such possessiveness towards a loved one. This situation amused me a little, and sometimes, during intimacy with my husband in my room, if I happened to resist especially loud cries and groans, I imagined how our neighbors react to these sounds. They have not seen such activity. My Olezhka beat all records. I did not complain about having an intimate life with my husband, but here, at the resort, he was just constantly on edge. Whenever I put my palm on his thigh, Oleg was already reaching for a towel to hide an erection.

On me, however, the local climate, the sun and the sea, also acted drunk. I felt more liberated than in ordinary life, I wanted something new. Getting out to the beach, looking through dark glasses, I sought out with interest the nude male torsos and strong priests in swimming trunks among the overwhelming mass of beer tummies and sparkling bald spots.

- Will you go swimming? - Oleg asked, covering his eyes with his hand from the sun.

- Perhaps, I will dive a little, - I looked around the pool and found that the ladies were catching their screaming offspring, and now only a couple of men were disturbing the surface of the water with lazy strokes. One of them, previously noticed by me, for some reason was in water glasses. A small water slide with two turns was free. "Why not?" - I decided to go to the ladder. I am a sports girl, and had nothing against such rides. In addition, finally, the slide was free from the omnipresent children. And to seem closer to our neighbor is also a pleasant thought.

The men in the pool moved closer to the ladder, on which I climbed, apparently quite by accident, surveying my slim legs and what the swimsuit was hiding from below. Having grabbed my blond hair from behind with a rubber band, (during these manipulations, the gaze of both men from the pool moved to the area of ​​my chest as if on command), I prepared to gracefully slide on the wet surface of the trench into the water. But then an opportunity happened - the landing in front of the chute was also wet, and my supporting leg treacherously went through the slippery plastic. I tried to grab onto the rail, and still grabbed hold of my body, which turned my head forward. As a result, instead of a graceful congress on my back, I flew over the chute, headfirst, lying on my stomach, counting hard joints with my breast. I didn’t even have a chance to oyknut, as she plopped down into the water, stretching her arms ridiculously, for the pleasure of grateful viewers.

Already when I appeared on the surface, the benefit is shallow, sniffing and gulping air, I realized: something is wrong with my swimsuit. A quick glance down confirmed my fears - the inverted cups adorned the abdomen, revealing to the peasants who were dumbfounded, my breasts still untouched by tan, with their nipples strained from the cool water. While I was blushing, I pulled back a swimsuit, one of the men, who was wearing glasses, dived, and then I realized that I was not at all wearing panties from a swimsuit. Screaming, I tried to cover myself with one hand from the bottom, under the water, the second helping myself to swim, went to the side, where it was smaller and you could squat. With shame, I imagined what kind of sight this diver opens with glasses, whether he is not alright!

Husband with an idiotic smile hurried to my aid. About cowards, he clearly did not know.

- You, how, Ol? Didn't hit? - Perhaps he thought it sounded thoughtful, but I clearly saw that he could hardly restrain laughter.

- Fool, your wife is sitting without panties, - quietly, so that no one hears, I hissed, - Look, come on!

The husband for some reason, the first thing looked at the men.Rather, the man - the second (prettier) dived again nearby, apparently looking at me from below.

- Oops ... - Oleg thoughtfully spoke and finally went down into the water, looking around in confusion, looking for the lost ....