Now I was clad only in my bikini, the special one I’d bought just for this holiday. I remember trying it on in the shop, trying to decide whether or not I could really possibly justify wearing this out in public. The insecurity of years of being out of shape had weighed on me heavily, and I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off now even after all my work in the gym.

From the look in their eyes I think I was pulling it off just fine.

They stared at me, neither my husband nor Ricky doing anything to hide their attentions from me. They stared at me with the hunger that men got in their eyes, the look of desire that came with the need to remove what little clothing stood as a barrier between them and their desired destination.

I knew just what I wanted next. I wanted my husband to use that silver tongue of his to get Ricky out of the room and then turn that tongue on me. To let it slip between my thighs as I pulled him into me and made him taste me and please me and worship me.

At least that’s what I thought I wanted.

But my husband had other ideas I think, and he knew better than even I did what it was I was really looking for.

Placing his cards down on the table he leaned back in his chair. Letting my eyes slip down I saw the hardening bulge in his pants and felt my body start to crave him.

My husband waited until my eyes drifted up his body and locked with his. He met my gaze for just a moment before looking across the table to Ricky.

I followed him, looking at Ricky raking his gaze up and down my body. He had eyes only for me, and pretence of pretending that he wasn’t checking me out was out the window as he stared at me with wanton lust in his eyes.

So I returned the favor, letting my gaze drift down until my mouth fell open a bit at the sight of the sizable bulge he was packing in return.

From the looks of it Ricky was quite impressive himself.