The boys weren't so quick to go to sleep, though. Through the wall I could hear them talking in low, rumbling voices and giggling. Then there was silence, and I knew that they were putting their hands on each other's bodies, unleashing the tension that they'd been building up all night. I could just picture them slowly undressing each other, peeling tight T-shirts and designer jeans off slightly sweaty skin to reveal two golden rippling torsos they would press together. Their cocks would be slapping each other in a play fight, their balls against each other's thighs as they kissed urgently, lips and teeth clashing. In my head, I replayed this imaginary film of Rick and Sam fucking, my own body growing hot and aroused as I did so. Their muffled noises next door turned to grunts and moans, a live sound track that made my pussy swell with desire.

Funny that in all the years I'd lived with Rick, I'd never actually heard what he sounded like during sex. We'd always had enough room and privacy to make as much noise as we liked without disturbing each other. But this, this was a new sound, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. The louder the guys got, the more aroused I became until I eventually made myself come. I parted my pussy lips with my fingers, leaving my clit exposed. Just ten seconds of light fondling and I came hard, biting down on my lip to suppress my own moans of delight. Waves of pleasure radiated from my clitoris, at last relieving the tension that had been building up all night, since the first moment I'd set eyes on Sam.

As my climax subsided and my breathing and pulse rate returned to normal, I padded over to the window and forced it open, letting the warm zephyr blow my hair and bring me back to reality. I got back into bed, enjoying the salty tang of the sea air, and closed my eyes while Rick and Sam continued. As I drifted off to sleep, it occurred to me that perhaps I was meant to overhear them. Perhaps they-or at least one of them-wanted it that way.