Here this damned Jacques-Yves Cousteau emerged right next to me, triumphantly holding my panties in my fist:

- Found! - Seeing my husband next to me, for some reason he handed his find to him. A silly smile never left his face, though I noted that he had regular features, a slight unshaven face, a crooked nose. Our small balconies were adjacent and both went out to the pool. One time, when Oleg thought of joining me on this very balcony, our neighbor went out onto his own, almost having burnt us. We then had to move to the room and under the rhythmic pushes of Olezhka in me, I wondered if our neighbor could hear everything. Up close, he was quite powerful, with broad shoulders and strong arms.

Having mumbled thanks (although it was more likely he should have thanked me for the show shown), I intercepted the trunks that I needed more than my husband, immediately noting how my neighbor’s eyes shot down. Pancake! In the clear water it was perfectly clear that I was naked downstairs. You could even see the nuances of my intimate haircut. Rather, catching the swimsuit shorts, red as a cancer, I sat down and began to pull them over.

- Roma! - At last, our neighbor’s companion appeared on the scene, peering anxiously from under the arm with a visor from a distant lounger at the unfolding action.

"Jealous, stupid," - continuing to get angry, I thought, trying to sort out the drawers of my underpants.

“I am Roma,” my “savior” introduced himself, for some reason referring again to my husband. The men shook hands. Oleg looked as stupid as Roman. For which I, however, did not blame them - the situation was really idiotic. In addition, Roma's wife, or who she was there for him, decided to come closer, probably worrying that I would take Roman away from her right in front of her husband.

Having stretched, finally a swimsuit, I decided that I was swimming in and out of the pool, not wanting to communicate with this Roman's companion either. Passing by, she looked at me suspiciously and hurried to the pool, apparently intending to carry out political instruction to her peasant. My Oleg, having correctly understood the intentions of this lady, and also not feeling a desire to be present, left the pool and hurried after me. Behind our backs, as we expected, we heard muffled piljez and vague excuses. I even felt somehow sorry for this Roma.

Already in the room, having calmed down a bit, we found all this rather amusing and did not develop the theme. Although, occasionally recalling this absurdity, I could not get rid of the strange pleasure of knowing that our pretty neighbor saw me naked. Having twisted this idea in my head this way and that, I decided that the atmosphere of the resort was to blame for everything and there was nothing like that here. With a slight trepidation, it was thought that I might even flirt a little with Roman if I had a chance.

The case presented itself earlier than I expected. Having had a bite at the buffet, my husband and I went to the room to wait out the midday heat under the air conditioner. Grabbing a bowl of fruit, I dragged my husband to the balcony and served martinis for myself and a sake for my husband on a small table. It was not hot here now: the bindweed dividing the balconies between our room and the neighbor's room gave a spotted shadow, from the open door to the room blew air-cooled air conditioning. Sat down at the table, we relaxed sipping alcohol, ate fruit and looked at the pool. Oleg recalled with laughter my today's flight over the cuckoo's nest. In my case, apparently under the influence of alcohol, this memory, for some reason, caused a slight excitement.Seeing no reason to restrain myself, I stretched my leg under the table and, putting my groin to my husband, who was dressed in some melting, began to knead my fingers there. Sucking a straw from my martinitsa, I looked slyly at Olezhka. He stopped smiling, and exhaling noisily, he leaned back in the plastic chair, slightly spreading his hips to the sides. Under the swimming trunks immediately there was a tension. Only our heads were visible from the hotel, and I thought that we could continue. Usually, the initiative belongs to her husband, and now I, having sweetly felt my licentiousness, decided to act myself. Putting the unfinished drink on a small plastic table, I pushed it aside, and slipped down from my chair, disappeared from the view of possible observers around the pool. My knees and hands rested against the cold tile of the floor, while I, losing my light robe, posing naked in front of my husband, like a cat, was picking up at his feet. The physiognomy of Olezhka is funny stretched out. He clearly did not expect such courage from me. Being excited more and more, I reached out with his hands to his swimming trunks, and tinkering with a knot on a string, pulled them down. The testicles, pursed with rubber band heats, swelled like balls. The member, already fully gained strength, pressed against her husband's belly, almost reaching the navel.

Smiling excitedly, I looked down at my man, stroking his organ with both hands. Oleg noisily swallowed and quickly looked around, if anyone sees us. I, however, did not care. Excited by the publicity of the situation, my own nakedness, I moaned and kissed the glossy head that had been poured. Throwing from under the eyelashes glances at the beloved, licked the dick along the entire length, kissed the large testicles, and, having pulled out of Olezhka’s chest, took a deep breath, took the dick deep in her mouth. Hardened nipples filled breasts, I touched the knees of a man. Before eyes, I will mark, there was our healthy big-neighbor who has clamped my panties in a fist.

Between my legs the fire was already blazing, demanding what my mouth was now busy with. Unable to endure, I thrust my fingers between my thighs and grabbed wet folds. Coupled with the sensations of a hard-moving member, it was so sweet. Literally a couple of meters from our balcony, someone passed, talking loudly. Surely, they could see the face of my husband, with glassy eyes, hoarsely drawing in the air. The piquancy of the situation made me, with double tenderness, caress my tongue with the swollen head of the penis, and squeezing it with my lips, put it on deeper and deeper. Usually at such a moment, we proceeded to the next phase and I went under my man, but this time I was determined to satisfy Olezhku with my mouth and do it right here, on the balcony, in dangerous proximity to the strolling guests, separated only by a rare bindweed from the adjacent neighbor balcony.

As soon as I thought about it, the balcony door of the room next door opened, squeaking. I stopped with a member in my mouth, bare ass to this balcony, I heard heavy male foot steps in beach slippers and the creak of the weight of a plastic chair man.

With a pounding heart, I raised a questioning glance at my husband. With a strange expression on his face, he was looking at the place where our neighbor must have been sitting. Do they see each other? Does he see me?

I swallowed moisture in my mouth, continuing to hold the man’s penis in my mouth, not knowing what to do. My husband, still with the same incomprehensible expression on my face, looking somewhere over me, stretched out his hand and pressed my head, making me understand that I should continue. His cock, compressed by my lips, just stiffened.

What does this mean? What we can not see and can continue?

Suddenly, I imagined what picture opens to our neighbor, assuming that he sees everything: the young blonde nymphet, putting his bare bottom on view, on his knees satisfies the muzhik's mouth, fingering himself from below with his fingers.Mumbling from the newly flushed excitement, I again sank on the penis with my mouth, feeling the head somewhere near the throat. It seemed to me that I felt someone else’s male gaze with my bare ass. Out of myself from this debauchery, I put my mouth harder on my husband's dick, and his hand on the back of his head pushed his rod into me harder, sometimes forcing him to squeeze.

Probably, if I knew for sure that they were seeing us, the restraint would take over, and I would retreat back to the room. But here such uncertainty incredibly excited.

And what does the husband feel, risking burning his naked wife in front of another man? Or does he consciously give the other to enjoy the view of his half?

These thoughts just blew my mind. Hardened nipples ached, between the thighs was wet as never before. Feeling that I would soon finish, I inserted into my middle finger, then another index finger. I already did not care if someone saw me or not. Rather, I even wanted someone to see it.

My husband wheezed and clutched my head tightly with his hands, covering his ears and pulling over. In the ringing silence of his phallus pulsed with sperm somewhere so deep that I did not even feel her taste. Her husband's orgasm was the last straw, and I, too, disarranged and finely twitched my pelvis. In my eyes it became dark and still in convulsions of orgasm, I felt like a probe was being taken out of me. Oleg took out his penis, a little lost elasticity, but not diminished at all. In exhaustion, I buried my face in it, by inertia kissing gratefully and collecting the remnants of semen with my lips.

Behind his back, a chair on the neighbor's balcony squeaked sharply and, a second later, the balcony door slammed, returning me to the real world.

The excitement receded, and sensible thoughts began to seep into the brain except hormones. God, what was that? How did all this happen? What will my husband think about me now? Although he himself ...

I timidly looked up at him. A blessed smile wandered across Oleg's face. He looked at me without any trace of repentance or regret.

- He saw us? - I almost squeezed out of myself, wrapping myself in a robe before standing up to my full height.

Oleg was silent for a while, looking at me with satisfaction. Blushing under his gaze, I wrapped my robe around my chest. Her husband's gaze swept over my bare legs, his cock again showing signs of life.

- And how! - The husband stood up, pulled off his swimming trunks, his dick swayed from side to side, his appearance again causing a pleasant languor in me.

Taking my hand, my husband pulled me into the room:

- Did you like it?

I was indignant at not finding the answer. But Oleg did not give me time - he was already pulling a robe from my shoulders, pushing towards the bed.

Having spread me on it, he finally laid down on me with his whole body, I felt his tense cock in the lower abdomen. Excitement broke out again and I reached out to his lips.

Behind the wall a female groan suddenly sounded distinctly. After a moment, rhythmic tapping was added to it: apparently from the headboard, beating against the wall.

Oleg squeezed my strained nipples with his fingers, causing a similar loud moan.

- I liked the hike, the husband, - with these words my husband easily penetrated me through grease, all at once. I gasped - it was so big today. I crossed my legs on his lower back, revealing as much as possible.

My head was circling the thought that somewhere a meter away from me another man, Roman, excited by my charms, is having sex.

Husband moving more rhythmically in me, he squeezed his earlobe with his lips, after which he whispered hotly:

- I think we need to get to know him better today ...

“Mmmmm,” I almost came up with one thought, to which such an acquaintance can bring, “how?”

“You'll try it at the night disco,” Oleg squeezed my chest hard, forcing me to gasp.

- How do you say, dear, - I swam on the waves of the next orgasm, with similar sounds from behind the wall, - as you say ...