It was a very tough competition, and the tennis game took almost one and a half hours which was more than a regular exercise for us. We were hardly breathing when we reached the locker room.
We play tennis at least once a week, and my tennis partner is one of my oldest and best friends. We know each other since college time, and at 35 our friendship is still close enough to share almost everything.
Mehmet is working for a multinational company in Istanbul, and one of too many fringe benefits his company offers him is the perfect sport facilities with a tennis court inside. This is where he reserves the court for early Saturday mornings and we play our game each week.
We are so close that our wives also get along well with each other and even some summer vacations are spent together with them.
Back to our situation, when we entered the locker room after the tiring game and started to undress for the shower, Mehmet told me that he wanted to show me his secret. There was a thin wall which was built later to split the locker room into two, and a separate room was created for the ladies.
He took me to the last shower at the end of the men's room, which was neighboring the ladies' room and opened the curtain calling me to enter with him. I could think that he was a gay who was trying to seduce me if he weren't my old friend.
As we entered he pushed on the corner of one of the tiles on the wall and took it out. There was a hole behind the tile which was filled with a little piece of stone that was almost impossible to be noticed. As he removed the stone, we could both see the hole. He asked me to look through and I saw the one and only shower for the ladies and the locker room behind it since the curtain was open. Then he repeated the same process for another tile and opened the second hole on the wall between the two showers.
Mehmet said "I discovered the first hole purely by chance when I was taking a shower and then it was not difficult to find the second one." I asked him who did this and he replied "I don't know exactly but perhaps somebody from the company instructed this to the workers who built the wall. I suspect three people in the company who were able to access to the workers. I thought of warning the management first, but then I thought I could benefit from this situation instead of starting a scandal that would help nobody." I asked whether he could use the opportunity till now and he continued "I had a few occasions but I was too scared to be caught and had to keep my voyeur session very short and jerked off immediately after I replaced the tile. But after all it is really great to see somebody you know totally naked which is impossible in normal life ."
I asked him if the holes were visible on the other side, and he told me that he wondered the same thing and passed to the other side late one night after working extra-hours in the office. He then showed me the iron shelf on the opposite wall of our shower. It was a long shelf about 40 cm.s to put the shampoo, towel, etc. There were two iron bars parallel to each other mounted on the wall to hold the shelf, there was a distance of almost half cm. between them and Mehmet told me that the holes were on the two sides of this half cm. gap. I also understood that the work was done professionally. It was really useless to have two parallel bars on the wall to hold the shelf on them, but it was impossible to be suspicious.
Then we took our showers and started chatting again while dressing. He told me that he had a great idea and wanted to ask my opinion about it. But before asking he said "Osman, you and me are very old friends who shared almost everything until now, I don't want you to get angry with me or worse to cease our old friendship after you hear my idea, because I can only do what I have in my mind with you and nobody else in the world"
I said "Mehmet stop teasing me in such a stupid way, and tell me about your great idea, after all I am not a fool to get angry with you just because of your idea whatever it is."
He replied "OK then, I'll tell it to you. My idea is to trap our wives by bringing them to tennis and letting them have their shower while we watch them through the holes, I think watching Nuray totally naked can be great for you and the same for me to watch Yesim(my wife)"
I was first shocked to hear such an offer from him but in few seconds my blood started to run faster and I got excited by the thought of his idea.
I could hardly speak "well, I am shocked to hear your interesting offer, we even had bachelor parties together with you and really shared everything, so if there is something to do to activate our sex lives and to introduce new pleasures to it, that should be done with you indeed. And we have been on the beach all four of us several times and we knew each other's wives' bodies very well (actually I was trying to justify my unexpectedly positive feeling towards his idea) Let's start thinking how to do and what to do."
Mehmet said "we should invite the girls to play a couples match and then to take them to a cinema or something to make sure that they have to take their showers here instead of home to be on time for the plan. It must not be later than 10 am Saturday morning to be alone in the locker room before others arrive if any"
It seemed that he already planned everything in his mind. So we agreed to fix it for next Saturday and went home. The same evening I called him first to confirm that Yesim was OK, and he gave the confirmation for Nuray.
The next week was a torture for me and for him as it was the longest week in my life and you know why. We have talked with Mehmet several times during the week about our secret plan not to leave any room for unexpected surprises.
Unfortunately the bad news arrived on Friday, the last day of the long week. It was Mehmet who called and I immediately understood from his disappointed voice that something was wrong about our plan.
He said "Nuray is not able to join because her mother is coming on Saturday to spend a couple of days with us-what a lovely mother in law she is. So we have to postpone our plans for next Saturday"
I said Ok and hang over the phone.
I called Yesim and told her that our Tennis plan was postponed for a week due to Nuray's excuse. Yesim said she already arranged her mother to leave the kids for a whole weekend and she wanted to start the weekend with a good exercise, so she wanted to play even if Nuray was not there (my poor wife was preparing her end).
I couldn't find the good reason to stop her and had to accept what she said. So I called Mehmet again and told him the situation, he was so kind to say that we can play tennis but we have to wait for Nuray to join us next week to play the real game after tennis because it was not fair for me to start it only with my wife. And I unconsciously answered him in the opposite way and said "Mehmet we were both very impatient to wait for this weekend and I want to start the game with my wife alone, and Nuray can join one week later"
He said "if you approve it then I am not that stupid to say no to this opportunity of seeing your beautiful wife naked"
I have to confess that I was very excited.
Finally Saturday came and we went to Mehmet's company and he took us from the front gate to the court.
Now let me tell you something about my wife. Yesim is at my age, 35 and although she gave 2 births she managed to keep her good shape by exercising. She is 167 cm tall and 50 kg.s. her measures are 94-62-92. She has brown hair and green eyes. The most interesting part of her body are her big breasts that lost their firmness a little after two births and months of breast feeding. Her big tits attract almost all men when she wears tight shirts and especially bikinis on the beach. She has a thin belly that makes her big tits and curvy hips even more noticeable and attractive. Finally her long and shapely legs complete the piece of art.
Yesim was wearing her one piece Nike tennis suit that helped to exhibit her long legs under its short skirt and its chest was quite tight to keep her big tits tight together with her sportive white bra. Of course all that assistance and precaution were good to a certain extent to stop her tits swaying and bouncing. But it was not possible to totally stop them moving.
As we were three, we took our turns to play and Mehmet watched while I was playing with Yesim, I watched while they were playing and Yesim watched when we played with Mehmet. She was surprised to see both Mehmet and me to play that bad, without knowing the reason of the loss of our concentration.
Her tits swayed and bounced as much as her bra and the jersey allowed during the game and watching them made us even worse.
Mehmet's wife Nuray was a little shorter than Yesim, approximately 160 cm.s, but she had some overweight at her belly after her only birth unlike Yesim's smooth abdomen. Nuray had smaller breasts than Yesim but her tits also cannot be considered small, and they also had the effects of the birth and feeding and were beaten to gravity as far as I could figure out over her bikini top. She had narrower hips than Yesim and my wife's ass is a little more bumpier than hers. Both girls have developed little celluloid on their outer thighs and hips, and are exercising and using some creams to get rid of it.
I always thought that my wife's tits were her(or mine?) greatest assets and all the men on the world would like them. Mehmet was a healthy man and was no exception as I observed his looks at my wife's big tits in their bikini top several times in the past.
I think that Yesim also caught him too many times staring at her big tits but didn't tell anything about it. Maybe because she liked to be appreciated like most women do or because she was used to see other men looking at her tits, or both.
Having all of these thoughts in my mind, my patience was running to an end when I heard Mehmet asking Yesim for a last set of 3 games before finishing today's exercise.
As she was playing very aggressive, her tight jersey and white cotton bra were almost totally wet by her sweat, and her breasts and nipples became more visible under the wet fabric.
Finally they finished and we walked to the locker rooms with our bags in our hands. We first left Yesim in front of the ladies' room and hurried up to ours.
As we entered, we threw our bags to the bench and rushed to the last shower room. We closed the curtain after entering in and took the two tiles and the little pieces of stone out. My heart was beating like it never did before and I think the situation was even worse for Mehmet.
