My husband, a big fan of the waves, constantly ran to swim in the sea, the benefit is not far (about 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 in 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 glances did not seem to bother them at all. 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 completely honest, it was nice to feel the hungry looks of these males on you, 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 suddenly cold splashes 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.
Screaming in surprise, I rewarded my spouse with a slap on my wet ass.
- Fool.
In general, it is good that he did not let me completely limp here in the sun. Standing on a sun bed, I stretched out like a cat, stretching my socks and flexing my back, feeling with pleasure how the muscles come in tone. The men at the pool, as one turned in my direction. Including that cute one.
- What are you doing? Now they open 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 it was objectively to stare at what. I went to yoga, periodically changing it to Pilates or dancing, generally kept myself in good shape. And it is 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 holiday-makers 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 had no such activity. My Olezhka beat all records. I did not complain about intimate life with my husband anyway, but here, at the resort, he was just constantly on edge. As soon as I put his 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 more intoxicating. 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, at last, the slide was free from the omnipresent children. Yes, and seem closer to our neighbor - 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 wide apart, headfirst down, lying on my stomach, counting hard joints with my breast. I didn’t even have a chance to oyknut, as she plopped into the water, stretching her arms ridiculously, for the pleasure of grateful viewers.
Even 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 my peasants, who were frightened by my breasts still untouched by tan, with their nipples strained from the cool water. While I was blushing, I pulled back the swimsuit, one of the men, who was wearing glasses, dived, and then I realized that I don’t have panties from the 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!
A husband with an idiotic smile hurried to my aid. About cowards, he clearly did not know.
- You, how, Ol? Didn't hit? - Maybe he thought it sounded thoughtful, but I clearly saw that he could hardly restrain laughter.
“You fool, your wife is sitting without panties,” quietly so that no one hears, I hissed, “Look, come on!”
My 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 professedly uttered and finally went down into the water, looking around in confusion, looking for the lost.
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 then 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), I intercepted swimming trunks that were more necessary to me than to 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 panties, red as a cancer, I sat down and began to pull them over.
- Roma! - our neighbor’s companion finally 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 the panties.
“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 and went 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 indistinct 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 pulled my husband out onto 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 it was blown with cooled air conditioning. Sitting up at the table, we relaxed sip 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 only his trunks, began to knead his fingers there. Sucking a straw from my martinitsa, I looked slyly at Olezhka. He stopped smiling, and, exhaling loudly, leaned back in the plastic chair, slightly spreading his hips to the sides. Under the swimming trunks immediately there was a tension. From the hotel territory only our heads were visible, 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. Placing the unfinished drink on a small plastic table, I pushed it aside, and sliding 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 dressing gown, appeared 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. Excited more and more, I stretched my hands to his swimming trunks, and fiddling with the knot on the string, pulled them down. The testicles pursed with an elastic band swimming trunks, swelled up 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, with my own nakedness, I groaned 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 fellow-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, caressing my tongue with the swollen head of the penis, and squeezing it with my lips, putting it on deeper and deeper. Usually at such a moment, we passed to the next phase and I went under my man, but this time I firmly decided to satisfy Olezhku with my mouth and do it 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, 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 up to our neighbor, assuming that he sees everything: the young blonde nymphet, putting his bare bottom on view, on his knees satisfies the peasant'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 in the throat area. 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 pressed his rod more and more hard, 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. In this story, I recommend and use this particular tool for a member. Hardened nipples ached, between the thighs was wet as never before. Feeling I was going to finish soon, I inserted the middle finger in me, 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 squeezed my head 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. My 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 an 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 him, 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 looked up at him shyly. A blessed smile wandered across Oleg's face. He looked at me without any trace of remorse 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 dick 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 with no answer. But Oleg did not give me time - he was already pulling a robe from my shoulders, pushing towards the bed.
Having spread it on her, he finally lay down on me with his whole body, I felt his tense cock under his belly. The 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 the lubricant, 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, squeezing 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 what can such an acquaintance 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 ...
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 in my time, and was not particularly sophisticated in sex. The thought 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 are we going to look into each other’s eyes if everything happens? Rest will be left behind, we will return to our hometown, plunge 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 can not 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 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 a formulation of 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. At the thought that my husband was preparing me for a meeting with another man, the mischievous butterflies of excitement tickled in my crotch, causing a torrent of languor. Bra Oleg gently took out of my hands and threw on the bed, putting on the sundress sundress on my bare shoulders, while kissing my neck. He was standing at the back and I saw in the reflection of the mirror how his eyes darkened when he squeezed my chest through the light fabric of the sundress, which was not constrained by my underwear.
“You think he will like it?” - smiling a little, I leaned my ass back, feeling the tension in my husband's groin.
- 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 a room with my husband and indulge in unrestrained sex without any perversions. 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, brought us to the sounds of music on the site, where during the day the animators were amusing the public, 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 you can’t pull out dancing with your yoke (I know my husband), but here they famously and ridiculously vyplyasyvali under some kind of brutal klubnyak, a la "tyts-tyts" around their companions. Spin here and loners of both sexes, trying to pick up a couple at night, adding some piquancy to the holiday atmosphere.
My appearance did not go unnoticed, and while my husband and I walked along 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 pleasant drunk drove away 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 with 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 himself and muffled the screaming music, 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 nudged me with a slight nod of the head where to look.
The novel, to my surprise (and perhaps joy) was one. Holding a huge glass of beer in his hand, 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. Noticing us, he stopped awkwardly. I stood with my back to my husband, continuing by inertia to move my hips in time with the music. Cocktail, which all the fun splashing in my head, made me raise my hand and wave to him with my palm. Shame, however, immediately took over and, worried, 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 as 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 away by my husband, holding my knees together.
“Hello to the neighbors,” Roman, however, did not look particularly embarrassed. Maybe he thought that I had no idea that he saw me naked? - but I did not pull out my own.
- Why? - Oleg voiced, 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 because I thought that I knew why his companion had “worn out”.
- 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? - Roma continued to pry. 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 would finally see what he wanted.
- Yes, and you? - Olezhka easily kept up the conversation. I hardly tried to appease my thoughts, following the gaze from curly hair on his chest to beautiful eyes, of some dark color.
- Also. Tanya stayed in the room, ”said Roman, introducing her spouse in absentia.
Men talked quite easily, I sipped a cocktail, looking at them. Excitement gradually gave way to excitement, and soon I could already admit to myself that I liked this man. After the second glass, I openly exchanged glances with Roma and giggled at his jokes. I must say that with a sense of humor he was all right.
Oleg squinted at me, smiled approvingly, and less and less participated in the conversation, giving me the opportunity to settle.
Soon Roma's glass was empty, and he excused himself and let the cellar through the dancers to the bar stand for a new portion. I, rolling my straw in my mouth, watched his broad back flicker between people, as Oleg moved closer to me. His hand slipped down to me under the sundress, his fingers pressed to the crotch over the panties. Needless to say that the last half hour, I gradually moistened, and now my husband felt it.
- Does my girl like everything? - Oleg pressed a little panties between the swollen lips.
I was breathing heavily, trying to make sure that no one sees her husband’s manipulations under the table, from under her eyelids.
- Yes. What was my boy up to? - I smiled peered into the eyes of her husband, trying to understand his intentions. After all, we did not decide anything.
“Take off your pants,” my husband told me in his ear. To say that he dumbfounded me is to say nothing.
- Crazy?! - I looked back in shock. Roman still stood at the bar.
But Oleg caught the gum of panties with his fingers and strongly pulled it down. In order not to fall out of the chair, I had to lift my hips, and in dismay, I felt this part of the toilet slide down my legs. I grabbed my hands on the armrests, and I had to step over my legs so as not to draw undue attention to his manipulations. Oleg straightened, stuffing my panties in his pocket. His eyes burned with feverish excitement.
I sank into a chair, immediately felt with my most delicate place the hard weaving of the seat and the cool breeze, which, incidentally, could not cool me down.
- What are you doing?! - I screamed out muffledly, watching as Roman was moving in our direction with a new glass of beer in hand - what should I do now?
The question was rhetorical, but Olezhka answered:
- Dance with him, I will say that I need to make a call and leave for a moment ...
Finish did not give him a novel, sitting down on his chair and putting drinks on the table. I sat, legs together, red as a cancer. The fact is that it cost Roman to deviate a little away from the table, and he would have a beautiful view of my legs.
This time, too, it was difficult for the husband to concentrate on the conversation, but gradually the communication flared up again. After some time, the absence of panties on me caused me not only shameful spasms, but also some excitement. In my head, thoughts already casually flooded over to show Roman what was under my sundress. The third cocktail only contributed to such thoughts. In the end, this resort, the rest is over and we will never see each other again!
But Oleg, having muttered something about “I have for a moment” left us, giving me the last meaningful glance. I immediately got a lump in my throat and I hid behind my glass, shooting my eyes at Roma over it. For some time we were silent. The novel looked quite frankly into my eyes, perhaps recalling my rear view. Even when I decided that I myself would not have enough to invite him to the dance of courage, Roman himself finally offered. I smiled in strength and on wooden legs allowed him to lead me to the middle of the dance floor. The ballads have been playing for a long time, and Roma surely whirled me among the few remaining couples.
In the dance, Roma immediately acted bravely, holding me close and putting his hands to me a little below the waist, as if in a hurry to enjoy my closeness, until the husband sees us. The head was already a little dizzy with alcohol. It seemed to me that I felt his dick through his clothes, causing a sudden weakness to roll in and I had to cling to his shoulders to keep his feet. Roma did not mind, holding me closer to him, making me feel my strength. It emanated a pleasant scent of some kind of perfume. "Prepared" - I smiled at my thoughts. For some reason, I was embarrassed to look into the eyes of a man, looking at people around him, while his arms slid lower and lower in the dance with my waist. Roma is clearly looking for my opinion, apparently trying to start a conversation. Finally he leaned toward my ear.
“You are beautiful,” an unpretentious compliment came to my taste now, and I was finally able to look into his eyes smiling.
“Thank you,” so that he heard I had to stand on tiptoes. It turned out as if I myself am looking for closer contact. Roma has grown bolder so much that after a moment, I felt his hand on my ass. Pancake! A little more and he learns that I am without panties! From this thought, it sank pleasantly downstairs, and I barely restrained myself from informing him about it.
I was already beginning to fear for my behavior, feeling that I was losing control of myself. In an attempt to preserve the remnants of prudence, I tried to look for a husband with my eyes, but he was not there. What did he plan with his plan? I did not hear out. Does he really want me to continue this increasingly frank flirtation with Roman?
- Have you been together for a long time? I now did not want to talk about her husband. I was already beginning to want to openly. Hands involuntarily began to stroke the back of the man in the dance.
- Yes ... And you are here for a long time? - for some reason I wanted him to answer positively.
“Four days, it seems,” it pleased me.
The man no longer hesitating, stroking my buttocks, also from time to time casting a glance over his head to make sure that mine is not yet.
“Where did yours go?”
I wish I knew, damn it!
- To call somewhere ... It's a long time, - for some reason I added, immediately blushing when I saw how I looked at Roma. He apparently decided that everything was going more than well, and turned to frank flirting:
- Cool dress, - he leaned close to me, brazenly peering into my neckline. Given the fact that he was decently taller than me, I think, the view he opened almost to the navel.
“It's a sundress,” I murmured, feeling that the situation was getting out of control. An unfamiliar man squeezes my ass in a public place, looks at the chest in the neckline, while my husband tweaked it and dumped it somewhere!
But surely! Himself will be to blame, if that!
This dubious argument reassured the remnants of my sleepy conscience and allowed the growing excitement to speak for me. Gathering my courage, I reached out to the man’s ear again and whispered:
- I'm without underwear.
- What? - Roma did not hear because of the music and I had to repeat.
- I'm without panties! - From excitement, I shouted it louder than necessary. This time it seemed to me that even a few people on the court heard this, because they looked at me with interest.
I froze, but with a challenge, I met a dumbfounded gaze of a man.
Like a plague looking at me, he crumpled a sundress on his buttock and dragged it up, apparently intending to verify my words right here.
- Wait! - I turned the booty, struggling, - not here!
God, what am I carrying !? She herself is ready to jump on it.
Roma took me by the hand and dragged me along like a powerful icebreaker, cutting through the road among the bodies moving on the platform. I minced on his heels behind him, in the last hope of throwing a glance at our empty table.
"Well. and to hell with it! In the end, he suggested it himself! ”
Roma turned onto a walkway that led to the massage table at the end of the beach, which is now completely unlit. The music behind me was getting quieter. In the light of the hotel’s lights and the moon, I saw that someone was bathing. But Roma confidently led me on, without looking around, as if deciding everything for me. Some confused thoughts were rushing through my head, ranging from the missing condoms to the fact that we could be seen here.
Finally, the novel dragged me into an arbor stumbling in the dark (the Turks called her some beautiful word) and with a turn, without letting me say a word, he stared at me with a kiss. He smelled of beer and something mint. Lips persistently caressed my, language confidently penetrated into my mouth. Not having the strength to resist, feeling how everything becomes wadded from languor, hanging in his hands, I took a caress. Opened his lips wide, letting his tongue deeper into my mouth. Thoughts about my Olezhka flew farther and farther.
The man's hand finally penetrated under the clothes from the back and reached the bare skin. Roma strongly squeezed the bare buttock with one hand, the other lifting the sundress in front. Fearing that he would simply tear it, I pulled out and turned my back and pulled my hair back from my neck, showed me a zipper. She vzhiknula under his fingers and now sundress creeps up. Roma took it off over his head and for a moment pulled away, glancing at my body with hungry and admiring eyes. Despite the situation, I was embarrassed, and in order to interrupt the pause, she reached out to his lips. Roman kissed me so that I felt dizzy and caressed my chest. I shuddered when his rough fingers brushed my stiff nipples. Unable to endure, I directed my hand myself downward and finally felt his fingers in my crotch. He immediately began to firmly pull at the swollen lips, but in the heat of arousal I was already pleased. I already wanted to see his dick.
With trembling hands, I tried to pull off his pants, not immediately figuring out that you first need to untie the knot there. Roma helped me and I, having swallowed with excitement a lump, at last lowered his shorts at once together with cowards. His penis was very beautiful. Straight like a stick, large, swollen, he stood straight at me. Groaning with excitement, I took this miracle in my hands and immediately felt a heavy hand on my crown.
I did not intend to protest, and under the pressure of a man I knelt on a wicker mat covering the floor. Impatiently, Roma began to poke my head in the lips, pushing me behind the head.
“Wait,” breathing excitedly, I looked up at Roma, “let me…”
Roman's face turned red, his eyes were kind of frantic, but the hand on my nape relaxed a little. Looking into his eyes, not in myself from the sinfulness of this moment, I kissed his heavy large head. Roma breathed hoarsely. Holding his penis with both hands, I began to lick the head. All this unthinkable situation for me earlier forced me to give pleasure to a man with double tenderness. A thought flashed, but what if my husband saw me now? I groaned deafly, I finally opened my mouth wider and let my neighbor's penis deep into me. Again taking me stronger behind the head, he began to move, just fucking me in the mouth. Without noticing his strength, he dragged me across the floor to here, following the movements of his member. From such a hard fucking, I began to tear down the roof, and sparks ran between my legs, hinting that there would soon be an orgasm. Putting one hand down, I rubbed my clitoris, intensifying the sensations almost to painful ones. After a few moments, I began to beat, finishing, moaning thickly with my mouth full. Roma did not notice my orgasm (or just spat) continuing to love me in the mouth at a frantic pace. My jaws were already starting to narrow, and I prayed that he would finish faster.
But suddenly the rum abruptly came out of me and lightly, like a feather, picked me up from the floor, turning my booty to my side and putting my hands on a lounger for a massage.
“No-no-no ... wait!” - I began to protest, knowing that there was no time to think about protection. Feeling his big head in his crotch, I tried to slip out of his hands, but the forces were too unequal. Both of us were there all wet and a member, powerfully pushing me from the inside, entered me. Immediately all. Surrendering, I groaned:
- Yeah ...
A foreign man fucks me without a condom while my husband wanders somewhere along the beach, somewhere near here! The fat member of another man slid inside me, it seemed to reach the uterus. The testicles spanked on swollen labia. Strong hands clenched the waist, stroked the back, grabbed the chest. Unable to restrain myself, in order to prolong this moment of accomplished treason, I again sharply finished, completely limping and dropping my chest on a lounger, giving myself at the complete disposal of a man. It seemed that Roma realized that the resistance was canceled, and letting go of my waist, he began to hammer at me. Slaps from our sweaty bodies spread across the beach, leaving no doubt as to what is happening here. I relaxed, blissed out.
Roma, sped up and strongly slapped me on the pope. He leaned over and squeezed my breasts against my ear.
- Where? - he gasped out.
- Come on - in the excitement of his debauchery I did not care. I needed to feel his seed in me in order to bring this treason to the end. I at this moment simply could not think of a possible pregnancy.
Snarling, Roman pushed me to the end, squeezing tight in my butt, and began to cum. A swollen head in me shot cum at the womb, forcing me to wriggle from a high under a man. I couldn’t finish again, but the buzz was indescribable.
Having calmed down, Roma thankfully slapped me on the pope and with one unhurried movement, which caused additional convulsions of pleasure, came out of me.
I turned to the man, smiling tiredly and wiping the sweat from my face.
Roma, hard puffing, also smiled. He sank down on a small bench against the wall and looked at my naked body with pleasure.
- Kiss? - he nodded down at his beginning to weaken wet fighter.
Thinking that I had nothing left to lose, I sank down between the legs of a man and put my hands on his thighs, took the penis in my mouth. A little sucked, feeling the taste of his sperm and my moisture, then completely licked, and causing a sweet shudder of a man, kissed his head.
- Cool you! Thank!
“Not at all,” without thinking of anything better in return, I began to gather. I pulled a sundress on my wet body, asked Roma to fasten a lock to me from behind. He did this by kicking my neck lightly.
Having put myself in order, I asked Roma to escort me to the room, and seeing his questioning look, I reassured:
“It's all right,” he clearly didn’t want to deal with the husband of the girl he just had.
“He won't guess anything,” for some reason I wanted Roman to think that way.
It was only when we got to the lighted area of the hotel that Roman removed his hand from my waist and showed me off just like a gallant gentleman. At the door of our room with Oleg, I turned to Roman and gently kissed him on the lips, thanks for the presented sensations. He smiled, and pleased with himself, stomped down the corridor to his room.
I entered, wondering if my husband was here and almost screamed: my hands were lifted up, they dug me in with a kiss and dragged me to the bed without saying a word. So excited, I have never seen Oleg. Hike, explanations were postponed ...
After a moment, I was lying naked on the bed. Oleg in some swimming trunks lay on top of me, clutching his chest and kissing his neck. I squeezed my legs together and tried to wriggle out from under him - I wanted to go to the shower first. Lover's cum was still in me and I felt unclean. I could not understand at all, whether Oleg realizes that I have just had sex with another? Besides, I was not ready to admit that I gave it without a condom.
- Wait ... let me in the shower ...
My husband did not let me go, continuing to caress. He held my hands above my head with one hand, caressed my chest with the other, and went down the belly. His fingers felt my girl and I felt how he stopped in confusion.
I turned away in embarrassment, staring at the wall. In the eyes of suspiciously tingling. I realized that Oleg had just felt the difference between fantasy and reality. This happened when his fingers slipped into me over the sperm of another man.
By inertia, continuing to touch my fingers at the bottom, Oleg confusedly looked at me not knowing what to say. I still could not look him straight in the eyes, waiting for him to take the first step. Now, in the arms of a loved one, seeing his confusion, I suddenly felt like a cheap whore. I already expected a scandal, realizing that I deserved it.
But Olezhka suddenly unexpectedly clung to me with a long, gentle kiss. A tight knot of tension in the chest weakened. I hesitantly responded to the kiss. Her husband's fingers slipped easily back into me. He caressed me, smearing moisture on the pubis and labia majora. Hip, I felt how his penis is straining under the swimming trunks.
So it all gets him!
- Honey, are you not angry? - interrupting the kiss, I hopefully looked into his eyes. - I just did not know what to do ... you didn’t have ... And then he didn’t have condoms ... At first I didn’t want ... And then ...
Embarrassed, I fell silent. Oleg continued to caress me from below. He came down a bit and took my nipple on the lips.