Peggy was getting rather hot under the sun and sweat beaded between her breasts, especially under the gaze of her husbands. It was a given that they all made a rather pretty picture together, with their heated gazes and lithe bodies playing metaphorical footsie. "Naked? Now what makes you think I'm that much of an exhibitionist?" she teased. What she wouldn't give to be back in their room, pressed against the cold glass window by one of them whilst they took her from behind.
Steve's arm felt like steel around her stomach, possessive and protective at the same time. She sighed happily at his lips on her shoulder, shuffling closer to him and his lounger. She'd put on a show for Bucky if it meant they'd snap and take her like she'd been dreaming about for days. "He does like the idea of being caught, you know. And he's not the only one." She wanted to be lewd, to whisper filth into his ears enough for them both to snap.