'Words are so easy, but you got to show me love.'

I was surprised he had suggested the swim in the morning, although I guessed his intention was not only to see whether I would balk at the idea, but also show John Riley he was drawing a line in the sand as far as his advances towards me goes. Well my urgency to agree to his wishes proved that I was in wholehearted agreement with him, not only tomorrow but also tonight.

That wasn't the only urgency I had. So it was that I dressed for our night out without any kind of trepidation or apprehension, I could not understand why no nervousness, instead my brain was telling me with some urgency that I wanted to get underway with my husband's plan, whether it was the need to prove my dedication and love for my husband and our life together or just the need to seek some **** on my nemesis, John Riley, in any case I dressed to show, My little black dress had been the first thing to be packed and as I had yet to wear it I decided tonight set the right mood. It was accompanied with a pair of tanga panties as we may well, I was hoping, would be going dancing, accompanying the dress a pair of black strappy heels with a reasonable heel that would allow dancing without rolling my ankle, but they did give definition to my legs, no stockings or tights, if the need arose I wanted my husband to have as much access as he wanted, oh and I had decided to not wear a bra.

I had managed to retain some fullness to my breasts since stopping breast feeding but they are by no means large. My husband has always assured me that he loves my 'little titties' as he calls them and he must do as he spends a lot of time in their company, all but bowing to them in homage. The only problem with my breasts whether I wear a bra or not is the fact my nipples stand out quite proud when I get cold or I'm excited. I didn't think the former would be a problem at all but I actually remarked about the latter to my husband who was no help at all saying that he'd just have to do as much as he could to ensure they stayed erect all night.

In fact that caused the first shred of apprehension in me, I just about returned to the bedroom to change, tossed it over in my brain, my husband would be aware if I wore a bra now, so finally I had to ask, “Honey given the circumstances don't you think a bra might be a better alternative.”

“In the past you've worn your lbd without a bra, why? because it's sexy, because I love the way you're little buds pop out when you get excited or feel a nip in the air, so what, because of John bloody Riley you don't get to do that here, for you? For us? The only difference is him, so to answer your question, not wearing a bra gets my vote. The only question you need to ask yourself is, do you need to wear a bra to feel comfortable, for you?”

I knew what my answer would be. Immediately. “No honey I feel comfortable the way I am.”

The hotel had two upmarket restaurant's, one was a bit more intimate, and smaller, we choose that to dine at. It was not full or even busy, just nice and quiet and romantic. After we walked to the Casino, that too wasn't to busy, although it would pickup as the night went on. Surprisingly my Wife seemed more than happy which was a big big bonus, given what she'd put herself through today, I did suspect that she was looking for a bit of a showdown of some kind tonight with John Riley, whether that happened would be up to him but I wasn't gonna go looking for him, if he turned up so be it. What I was sure about was if he did, then my wife and I would talk about how I expected her to handle herself and while she wasn't going to like what I had in mind, which revolved around her remaining to greater extent reserved and well, lady-like, I didn't see a need to tell her unless he did appear, I was pretty confident the shit-head would turn up in the morning though.

And so it was maybe a bit of a surprise that when we went to one of the local Cuban style Merengue and Salsa Cafe that not long after arriving John Riley turned up, unaccompanied.

My wife didn't see him until one of the waitresses bedecked in a brightly colored outfit that she had admired happened to stop at the table that Riley was sat at, taking his order. I knew she had spied him immediately her expression changed as she stared at him with something bordering on **** if I had to guess.

FUCK! There's the asshole sat right there, straight where I couldn't miss him! How long's he been ....

My husband looking bemused watching me, in which case he knew who I was looking at, so how long had he known asshole had been sat there? “How long has HE been sitting there honey?”

“About ten minutes.”

“Hmmm not by chance, I bet.”

“Look don't worry hun, ok, it's fine, enjoy yourself.”

That was easier said than done, I knew it would not go down well if I did what I wanted to do, which was to go over there and slap that stupid smile off his face, kick him fair between the legs and then let my husband have what's left over. I **** a smile on my face, for my husband's sake, he knew it wasn't real and he just broke out in a big smile and laughed back at me, “Good try honey, good try.”

It was then I knew Riley was watching me, sure enough a quick glance across the room verified that he was trying to catch my eye and I very subtly looked to his left like I'd glanced across and not recognised him. I could feel his look but I'm afraid he didn't deserve an acknowledgment from me even if it came in the form of a contemptuous glare, I would determine when if ever I would be acknowledging anything to that man, not him.

Instead of sitting on the opposite side of the table and facing inwards to where the dancers were performing I moved to sit next to my husband obscured to Riley somewhat because my husband now sat in his line of sight, of course I did it not so much for that as it would also send what I hoped would be a visual message to the man, I wanted to be closer to my husband, the only man in my life, to reinforce this I picked up my husband's hand and made a show of holding it to me, it wasn't hard it was what I'd always done, it took nothing but a continuing firm belief in my love for him.

My wife's actions made me smile, I knew what she was doing and I appreciated it, however I know what that would mean to Riley. He would see it as a challenge renewed, so he would try a different tact, My best guess was I think he'd go the 'penitence route', beg forgiveness because of his poor judgement and mis-reading the signs that were presented. It would all be BS. The last bit, him asking for absolution for his sins, allows him enough wiggle room to be able in the future(as if there was going to be one with my wife) to bring up a hint of a suggestion that he had misread her signals, leave it up to her subconscious to determine that the signals did exist, the result – a slight underlying guilt that part of it was her own fault.

For the 'penitence route' to work he would need to do two things, first a way to initially apologise to both of us, to offer his guilt to be examined by both of us, accompanied with a heartfelt apology man to man. If things ran the way he wanted the result would be a complete rejection of his apology by me, the husband or partner, not necessarily right in front of him, more likely when we left and went back to our hotel suite where we would end up arguing. The second thing he needed to do was be convincing enough to my wife, that he was truly sorry. Once done the two differing assessment's made by my wife and I being poles apart would see her being more understanding of his situation, and less appreciative of my suspicion's about him, well that's his game-plan, I was about to make it a lot harder for him. And if on cue the 'harder' bit just sat down at his table.

SHIT! ANDREW! Where the gosh darn did he come from? Oh wait this was a set-up wasn't it. Yeah it was all I had to do was look at the smirk on my husband's face. I get it now, “You're truly nasty, my husband, do you know that?”

“Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about.”

John Riley thought that the first part of his plan had staggered somewhat, he was hoping that he could of made eye contact with the woman, so he could determine his approach. That she had moved closer to him and cut off a direct line of sight, well all it did was mean he'd need more time to assess, particularly her feelings. He knew there were no mixed messages from the mornings escapade. He knew they were there smoldering just below the surface, his for the taking. It was a full ten to fifteen seconds before she had got him to remove his hands, wiggling his fingers attached to her pussy had helped he knew that from the fact she had squeezed her thighs partially together and it wasn't shock he saw in her eyes, it was lust, he knew that without looking twice, and as for the running off, he knew that too, she ran from the excitement a secret little interlude like that can produce, back to what she feels safe from. Me, the big bad wolf. He would of bet a month's pay, she went back to fuck the shit out of her husband, it wouldn't be him she'd be thinking of though.

His thoughts were interrupted by a rather large shadow walking into his vision. He was about to say something to the shadow as it sat itself down on the other side of his table. The fact that he had to still look up to see the man's face tended John Riley to think that any kind of complaint to this giant may not be in his best interest. He looked again at the broadness of the giant's upper body, the sheer size of his hands rested on the table was enough for Riley to have lost any interest in his intended target, he'd have to deal with this problem first, well not so much deal with, maybe more a strategic retreat from. He looked up at the man's face and as he did came the first sign's of a familiarity to who he saw, as he looked at the strong line of the giant's jaw. God, he'd seen the woman and her husband with this guy the other day when they'd 'bumped into each other' at the Art store.

Riley settled himself, decided not to look at the giant in case it, god forbid, sent the wrong message he took a nervous drink, decided he'd take his time to check what was happening at the table on other side of the room.

He looked across at an empty table, muttered and cursed under his breath, it was only for a second, as he turned his eyes were met in the glare of the man sitting across from him. He swore those eyes were looking straight through into his soul. Now would be an opportune time to leave.

As we watched the dancers My husband leant over and spoke, “Honey, I really like the dancing here but I'm not about to even attempt something like this tonight, least I end up on my ass, let's go find a dance club, I suspect you probably know where one is I'm guessing.”

“Yep do. Okay, what about Andrew.”

“Ummm, nope I think Andrew's entertaining himself right now.”

“I kinda feel a bit for Riley, it can't be comfortable.”

“Yeah so do I, feel sorry for him I mean, ahhh, and now I don't, coming?”

“Not yet Lover, but I'm hoping.”

My horny little Wife was really enjoying tonight, I'm guessing it was all the going's on tonight that had stirred it up for her, I'm not complaining at all, I was enjoying it as were a fewer other club patrons, both male and female who seemed to be taking her lead and indulging themselves in self styled levels of dirty and I do mean dirty dancing. My Wife whispered to me, “God honey, I feel overdressed, I'm gonna have to go clothes shopping before I come back here again.”

“So what's stopping you from upping the ante right now then?”

“What do you mean?” I watched her brain tick over what I'd just told her. When she had it figured I saw her mouth turn up in the sexiest smile, “Oh, well you had better go and get me another drink while I go to the little girls room.”

“Done.” I escorted her off the floor, I went to head to the bar, when I noticed she hadn't let go of my hand, I turned back towards her when she latched that hot little body of hers to me, she rubbed those stiff little buds up and down my chest so she could show they were still erect, her lower half pressed up against my stiffness, she grabbed my head and **** her tongue into my mouth, I drew her close and sucked her too me. She broke away.

“Wait for me Lover, I won't be long. I promise.” The look she gave me as she went would melt steel at fifty yards.

I didn't need to say anything, I turned back towards the bar and found three guys, smiling at me, fascinated with something, the middle one spoke, “WOW man, just WOW!”

I felt my phone vibrate, pulling it out I read the text, perp gone back to hotel, he went lookin, couldn't find you, god save the queen. tomorrow mr.

I returned a reply, thanks andrew. god save the queen and all who sail in her. Shit I hope he doesn't take that the wrong way, I'd meant it as a joke, not with any seriousness certainly not an insult, Shit.

Ding. _ha, nevr heard that be4, very good joke. funny man, for a colonial, mr. see i can b funny too. Well, touché.