Based on the story "The husband himself suggested it," at the request of the reader)
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Finally! Today is Friday, and I am so happy for her, not because the weekend follows. On Monday, a pretty little white airplane will carry my husband and me to the distant lands to rest from the works of the righteous (in fact, it has been worn out lately). Soon we will give foreigners blood pennies unpatriotically for the opportunity to lie on the clean sand of the beach at the edge of the sea under the scorching sun! My husband, Andrew, persuaded me to jerk to rest in some Siberian jungle. Showed pictures, really beautiful and interesting. But such a holiday will be active, if not extreme, given the specifics of the domestic service sector. And I really wanted to just laze the week, lie on a sunbed, catching the interested glances of men, and, finally, get a beautiful tan. I doubt that the Siberian tan will lie beautifully on my figure.

May this year turned out to be cool. Pulling on the sweater, I hooked the piercing ring in the navel, I gasped, and once again remembered Andryushka with a kind word, who persuaded me to pierce the navel. Now, instead of rings on his fingers and earrings, he gave me intricate jewelry for the navel, with some snakes and other sexual overtones. Beautiful, I do not argue, but I could only demonstrate this to those around me in the summer, when the weather allowed me to wear tops. The rest of the time, the only connoisseur of this beauty was the husband, which apparently gave him particular pleasure.

Though at once I will make a reservation that Andrey is not jealous of me. It just so happens that in men I arouse heightened interest, but to his credit, he never tried to limit me in the choice of candid outfits. And for my 27 years (for my husband, by the way, 30), he gave me such a swimsuit at all, that I still did not dare to wear it, somewhere far away.

Andrew, seeing my torment with a sweater, gently smacked me into a tiny mole above his lip, and, with his characteristic tact, encouraged me:

- Damn, can you quickly, Zaya ?! Are late!

We hurried before closing to a travel agency to pick up last minute trips. Although we have been sitting on our suitcases for the last two weeks, waiting for a call from a tour operator, the next two days will still be troublesome.

Without wasting time on an answer, I slapped him hard on the ass, and we finally rolled out of the house down the stairs. And after less than an hour, we were pretty looking at our vouchers while sitting in the car. In the burning vouchers there are a lot of minuses, but when you see the difference in payment almost twice, you don’t remember them. Andrei and I are both easy-going, working in the private sphere, and we have no problems taking a vacation. So, this is our option.

- Finally! - I gratefully put my palm on my husband's groin and squeezed my fingers lightly, - you are such a good girl!

- Of course, - Andrew rather sat back in his seat, obviously waiting for the continuation. However, to arrange a demonstrative blowjob in a car with transparent glasses, I somehow didn’t smile, and I commanded home. For a couple of days, Andrei could not get to me how to get tired at work. I had nothing against such breaks, as this makes my husband especially gentle, and you can ask for something like that during sex ...

May is the beginning of the holiday season where we were going. But the water in the sea was already warm, the sun was hot, and such an early rest gave me the opportunity to get a good tan in early summer. We were only going to rest together, but we were still not so tired of each other, so that it would be us. Of course, there were thoughts to collect a cheerful company, but, as is often the case, either I didn’t like the wives of my husband’s friends, or he was the husband of my friends.

How long, how short, as they say, and the time of charges flew by, and soon we were met by the Turkish airport.When we, having passed the passport control, crawled out, finally, from the air-conditioned room to the light of God, a wave of hot, humid air spilled over us, and, tightening our jackets, we realized that the rest had begun.

Taking Andrei by the hand, I dragged him to our bus, which I saw first. So it was unusual to walk in short shorts and a light T-shirt, when just a few hours ago I was chilly in a warm sweater. A crowd of Russian-speaking tourists hung out near the bus. Some of them must have gotten to the same hotel with us, and I looked at them with interest. One serious guy, a swarthy, short-haired, obviously an athlete, rushed into his eyes. His gray eyes, too, stopped at me, walked down on my figure and returned to his face. Such views are not news to me, and they flatter me rather than offend. Having clung to my husband's shoulder, I smiled to myself, hurrying to hide my eyes behind the sunglasses, and already from under them sneak peeking at a nice guy.

Impressive muscles bumped into his arms, while he, picking up his only huge bag in which I could fit entirely, pushed her into the luggage compartment. I looked around, trying to find his companion, but the guy, apparently, was alone.

Understand correctly, I am not that very slutty. I even never changed the husband. But just to see ... What's wrong with that? In the fitness center, where I go to workouts, I also look at the strong guys, and, sure, they are at me. I think there is nothing immoral here. A beautiful, strong body deserves to be looked at.

Interrupting these peers, my husband dragged me into the cool cabin of the bus. Quite by chance, I sank into the chair opposite the passage from that guy's chair. The husband sat by the window.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the guy was looking at my legs, opened with short shorts above the middle of the thigh, and regretted that I didn’t look like going to the solarium (don't laugh, some of my friends do it not to walk on vacation for the first white days like death ). Taking off my glasses, I turned and looked into the guy’s eyes, which he hastily withdrew, pretending to look at the passengers. What a shy man! I was ready, in principle, to meet. And I'm sure my husband would join me. I am a sociable and sociable person. The husband in this regard will be more restrained, but if I start a conversation with someone, always support me, and not sitting with a beech.

With some regret, turning away from my neighbor, who was now carefully studying the device of the lamp above the chair (apparently feeling my eyes), I turned to my husband. Having sniffed into the microphone, the guide (a swarthy guy, it seems, an Azeri squinting under a Turk) in Russian began to amuse the public, telling where we were going, how much to go there, who to contact with questions and similar nonsense, which I always ignore. Fortunately, I have enough experience in traveling abroad, so as not to experience difficulties, if suddenly the toilet paper runs out in the room.

Andrei shoved me with his elbow:

- Alena, let me listen! - the husband listened to the guide so intently, as if for the first time left his native city.

I waved my hand to him, and, having nothing to do, I began to look again at the handsome next door, wondering what kind of sport he was engaged in. It was unlikely that this is a banal quality. In the hall where I go, I have seen enough of these guys enough to distinguish them from professional athletes. Being from childhood a sports girl, I had in the circle of communication and gymnasts, and boxers, and even tennis players. All the friends were surprised that I chose a completely unsportsmanlike engineer. Love, what can you do.

The same guy had strong arms with prominent veins and veins and well-developed shoulders, while he was lean, without a tummy. "Anything related to athletics" - I thought.

- Rowing - smiling, the guy told me.

Oh god It seems that I was so fascinated looking at a young man that I began to mutter my thoughts out loud. Unexpectedly for myself, I blushed:

- Excuse me...

- Nothing. By the way, Alex, the guy seems to be happy about ...