Until the evening, I had enough time to think everything over, so to speak, "sober." I could not deny that the idea of ​​closer acquaintance with a neighbor excited me greatly. I got to my husband as a girl, which I was rather surprised by at one time, and in sex I was not particularly sophisticated. The idea that a naked other man saw me agitated me greatly, and I could not stop my imagination from trying to develop a situation. Real sex with another man ?! Hmmm ... From this single thought in me, everything tensed and trembled. But what about husband? He sort of suggested it himself. However, I perfectly understood that it is one thing to give free rein to fantasy during sex, and quite another to bring the matter to the real situation. After all, how will we look into each other’s eyes if everything happens? Rest will be left behind, we will return to our hometown, dive into the routine of everyday life, but what has happened will forever remain between us.

However, maybe I hurry events. Maybe my Oleg meant really ordinary acquaintance with the purpose of easy flirting?

I cannot say that I have enough life experience, but even what I have is enough for some conclusions: sometimes attempts to verbally resolve the problem and “talk heart to heart” only exacerbate the situation and spoil everything. We avoided many of the sharp corners of our family life, Olezhka, on tiptoe, and this allowed us to live several years of our life together without a single major spat.

Now I decided to act on the same principle. Come what may. Internally, I had serious doubts that I was ready for any development of the situation, but when choosing an outfit for a night disco, I was worried like a girl before the first date. In the end, glancing slyly at her husband, she suggested that he take part in choosing a toilet for seduction, carefully watching his reaction. Such an approach to the question obviously made Olezhka. He himself chose a narrow lace underwear, leaving the buttocks as open as possible and a light sundress and helped me get dressed. When I thought that my husband was preparing me for a meeting with another man, the mischievous butterflies of excitement tickled my crotch, causing a torrent of languor. Bra Oleg gently took out of my hands and threw on the bed, putting on the straps of the sundress on my bare shoulders, at the same time kissing on the neck. He was standing at the back and I saw in the reflection of the mirror how his look darkened when he squeezed my chest through the light fabric of the sundress, which was not constrained by underwear.

“You think he will like it?” - a little smile, I leaned my ass back, feeling the tension in the groin of her husband.

- I think yes. - the voice of her husband sounded hollow. Say something witty, he now clearly was not able to. I understood his condition, and suddenly I wanted to abandon this idea. Lock yourself in the room with her husband and indulge in rampant sex without any distortions. Excitement from our conversations and fantasies alone would be enough for me. But my husband did not give me the opportunity to immerse myself in these cowardly thoughts, slapping me on the pope, and directing me toward the exit from the room.

Sighing, and once again deciding to rely on chance, I put on my heels and went out into the heat of the Turkish night. The contrast with the air-conditioned rooms was striking, and I approved my (or husband's) wardrobe selection. A small breeze from the sea pleasantly cooling walked under the hem of a sundress, chest without a bodice, pleasantly heavy from the anticipation of something romantic and unusual, rocked freely while walking on his heels. Blond hair, a little curly from nature, left loose. I was ready to conquer the dance floor.

The husband, to my displeasure, remained in a beach outfit: a sleeveless T-shirt and loose shorts, slippers on his feet.Next to me, he looked a little off topic, but even more emphasizing the elegance of my outfit.

A winding path paved with stone slabs around the hotel, winding between the overgrown bushes of flowers, led us to the sounds of music on the site, where during the day the audience was amused by the audience, and at night they organized discos. Fun was already in full swing. The men, who got their carte blanche for alcohol from their halves, finally asked the degree. It's funny, at home in discos with their yokes you can't pull out to dance (I know my husband), but here they famously and ridiculously vyplyasyvali under some kind of brutal klubnyak, a la "tyts-tyts" around their companions. Loners of both sexes were spinning here, trying to pick up a couple for the night, adding some piquancy to the holiday atmosphere.

My appearance did not go unnoticed, and while my husband and I were making our way around the edge of the dance floor to the intended free table in the open air, I was thrilled to catch the interested views of the male half. I could not see the novel, and with an incomprehensible confusion in my soul, I thought “maybe it is for the better,” because the atmosphere of the resort and permissiveness began to shift something smoothly in my head.

My husband left me at the table alone, and drove to the bar for a cocktail for me and whiskey for myself. By sad experience I know that from the cocktails I quickly demolish the tower, but now I wanted this. Literally ten minutes later my eyes gleamed pleasantly, and I did not hesitate to meet the frank glances of men. Oleg also interestedly intercepted these views and looked all contented. Soon he pulled me to the dance floor to move. The feeling of a sweet drink drove out the stiffness and I gladly gave myself up to the dance. In motion, it was especially piquant to feel the absence of a bra - bare breasts, rocking freely, pleasantly rubbed against the light fabric of a sundress. Tanned legs, open short sundress above the mid-thigh, sorted out studs to the beat of the music. The husband sometimes grabbing my thighs, shifted the fabric to the limits of decency, almost showing the public what kind of underwear I was wearing.

Without letting me really go away, Oleg suddenly pulled me to him and muffled the screaming music, he said loudly in his ear:

- He's here...

Having fun, I almost forgot what it was all about. But Oleg, apparently, scanned the public in search of Roman, and did find him. Easily turning me around in the dance, he gave me a slight nod of the head where to look.

The novel, to my surprise (and perhaps joy) was one. Holding in his hand a huge glass of beer, he made his way along the edge of the ground, looking for where to sit. He was wearing light white pants, a colorful shirt, opening his tanned hairy chest, and sandals. Seeing us, he stopped awkwardly. I stood with my back to my husband, continuing by inertia to move my hips in time with the music. A cocktail that was splashing more merrily in my head made me raise my hand and wave my palm to it. Shame, however, immediately took over and, worrying, I turned to my husband, not knowing what to do next.

Oleg smiling encouragingly to me, began to push me to our table. Roma, apparently taking my gesture for an invitation, moved there too. Pushing the audience, we made our way to the table at the same time.

Despite the accepted alcohol, my heart was pounding wildly, and at the greeting of Roman I could only nod in response and sit down on the wicker chair pushed back by my husband, holding my knees together.

- Hello to the neighbors, - Roman, however, did not look particularly embarrassed. Maybe he thought I didn’t guess that he saw me naked? - but I haven't pulled mine out.

- Why? - Oleg gave voice, clinking glasses with his neighbor his viskar.

- Yes, it razed her. Lies in the room - asleep.

Despite the excitement, I could not help but smile, thinking that I know why his companion “razed”.

- Are you Oleg and ...? - he looked at me inquiringly and I introduced myself.

- Olya - although it already seemed to me that then by the pool I already called my name.

- How are you - a married couple? - continued Roma. At the same time, he was not much hiding from her husband, fumbling over my legs. I just skin felt this look.One half of me wanted to pull the hem of a sundress lower down, the other half-spread her legs, so that he finally saw what he wanted.

- Yes, and you? - Olezhka easily kept up the conversation. I hardly tried to appease my thoughts, galloping ...