Breakfast began quietly, just good mornings and you look tired stuff. It took a little while to get to the previous night. Ella was all ears.
"So in fact," She crowed with false superiority, "I am the only faithful wife here then?"
"Apart from the outside of the clothes action with Gerry." Pam said, remembering something Gerry had said said just before he took a turn on Pam.
"Ahh, well, at least..." Elaine cut her off.
"So little Mrs perfect is just jealous really, not so high and mighty after all." All said in fun.
Monica, who was the most nervous about the women being serviced by several boy toys on holiday, spoke out;
"Look, what really matters is, well, does all this just stay right here? If one of us tells our husband, we all get caught out. It's all for one etc. Or we all hang. Which is it?"
Suddenly all very serious, it was agreed that no one should or would, own up to being holiday tarts. The fifties club was as one, exciting guilt and all.
"So, What about the rest of the holiday then, I mean, apart from Ella the good wife, we have nothing to lose, what if we get another offer?"
Ella set her phone for twenty minute intervals so they could roll over and not burn in the sun. Pam could still, and did, wear a bikini without looking bad in it. Same for Elaine, Ella and Monica felt better in a solid one piece but looked O.K. The club kept hydrated with long fruit juices laced with rum or vodka.
Dinner at the hotel was quiet, no one was exactly fall down drunk, but they were all, relaxed.
A shower and change for the evening was next. They all dressed in loose outfits for the heat, Pam favouring another summer outfit with buttons all down the front. Unlike the others, she decided that the risk of losing more underwear was not worth it, so went full commando.