I'd been married to my husband for five years, and my days had become monotonous and boring. A friend recommended it, and I'd also been on a sports team in school, so I talked to my husband about going to a personal gym. He was vehemently opposed, saying, "I can't be alone with a male trainer!" That's when I found a flyer for a public swimming pool. I managed to convince him, telling him that only older people go there. That night, I put on the competitive swimsuit I'd worn in school, and the way it dug into my body made me feel good, and I ended up masturbating. The next day, I put on a swimsuit that was a little too small for me, and swam at the public pool, exposing myself to lewd stares...