I was in the Royal Navy years ago, in 1989/90. We visited Mayport in Florida, and one night I found myself ashore at a bar called the Outback. It was fairly quiet, and the boys I was with were busy drinking as I headed to the toilets. Just outside of which was a phone attached to the wall. I have no idea why it caught my eye. I needed to pee, but there on the wall next to the phone was a number/message that said, 'If you like big knockers, call Mike and Melanie on this number,' so I went for my call of nature and kept thinking about the message. This was back in the day before mobile phones were commonplace. So, I went up to the bar, asked for a pen and made up some shitty pretence of writing something on a beer mat before I went and got the number.

Fifteen minutes later, with butterflies churning away. I'm waiting outside the Outback and using a call box across the street. I dialled the number and was pleasantly surprised when Mike answered my call. I told him who I was and where I'd seen the number and was relieved to hear Mike say that it was genuine. He liked to watch Melanie have fun with other men. Mike explained that she was dark-haired, had big knockers, etc and that they'd love to meet up over the course of my visit.

We arranged a meet for the following day in the afternoon; trepidation then set in. I'm wondering all kinds of things. How did she look? Was it a setup? All sorts went through my mind. The boys and I turned too at 8 am sharp after breakfast. The morning just dragged; I loafed, of course, and then 12 pm came around. I grabbed a quick shower. I threw on my civvies and told the boys that I had to do something and that I'd be back later.

Stepping ashore, I headed to the Outback where Mike had said he'd meet me. When I walked in, it was pretty much empty except for the staff. So, I got a bottle of beer then found a seat. About ten minutes later, a bloke walked in, looked around, and acknowledged me. I nodded back; he walked over and introduced himself as Mike, so I got him a drink. We sat talking; he told me that Melanie was waiting at home. That he had to make a quick call once we were set to go. He was maybe 10 years older than me, about 38, and Melanie was a few years younger than him. We spoke about various things, sussing out that I wasn't a nutter, probably. Then he went to the bar phone, returning a couple of minutes later and asked me if I was ready.

We left in his car. I'm shitting myself thinking about whom I'm going to meet next, but after a short drive. We pulled up at a very nice hotel and went to the bar where I met Melanie for the first time. She was exactly as he described: shortish dark hair, voluptuous with fabulous legs; she was dressed in a denim above-the-knee skirt, a t-shirt and Converse. She sat opposite me during the conversation, pulled one foot up to sit on the chair with her knee up. Melanie kept moving her resting leg. It was at this point I realised that she wasn't wearing any knickers. After half an hour of conversation and me getting turned on. She just looked at Mike, and nodded, then got to her feet and asked if I were coming.

We left Mike sitting where he was. I asked her if he was joining us. She said no, he'll come up in his own time. Then she took my hand and squeezed it.

"C'mon." We walked through reception and toward the lifts; she summoned one. We stepped in when it arrived. Inside the lift, Melanie turned to me and kissed me; my hands found her delicious bum, and we kissed until the lift arrived at the third floor.

I couldn't wait to get into the room and resume our embrace, but Melanie just walked casually along. That arse swaying from side to side and her big tits jiggling away. Once inside the room, my wishes were granted; it was lovely kissing her. My hands were free to roam over her figure and her delicious arse once more. She stopped momentarily to place her hands on my chest, to push me away from her. Melanie then told me to take my clothes off. I watched as she went to the bathroom as I stripped in no time. I was sat on the bed as she came out of the bathroom naked.

Fuck me, she was stunning. A curvy, swervy figure; her boobs were tremendously natural, her pussy was trimmed, and her legs were fabulous - have I already mentioned them? She walked right up to me and pushed me back onto the mattress, leaving my cock as the only thing standing. Melanie then dropped a towel onto the floor and knelt on it. Her hands pushed my legs apart before licking the head of my cock. I love a lady with a bob cut, especially if she's wearing glasses. I can forgive her for not having to wear glasses given what she's now doing to me. After about ten minutes, she got up off her knees and onto the bed. I took this as a sign that it was my turn and started down at her feet. I brushed my lips, licked and nibbled my way up her legs. I went past her pussy.

While my head rose above her stomach, she grabbed me by the hair. She kept her hands there until I'd got to her neck; more kissing ensued. Then I was back down, stopping at her breasts and then down toward her pussy. I pushed her thighs up, or she may have moved them for me. Anyway, my lips and tongue found her pussy. I went to work; nibbling, sucking and licking. She was wet, and I made her somewhat wetter. Her hand trailed down over her boobs towards her clit. She started to play, and we then rolled over with her squatting on my face. I lifted my hands to play with her nipples; she started to ride my face, her movements getting faster as she could feel her orgasm building. This was the first time a woman had ever squirted over my face.  It gave me more impetus to carry on with what I was doing; Melanie, though, was a tad sensitive for a few minutes and flopped down beside me.

We heard the door going, and Mike entered the room. He unbuckled his belt and took a seat to watch. Melanie then asked me to fuck her from behind, so that she could look at Mike and tell him all about it. For the next half an hour we fucked doggy style with Melanie narrating. I had to announce to Melanie that I was about to cum, Mike told me to cum inside her as Melanie told me to fuck her harder and faster. I was done within two minutes. Melanie lay back on the bed and played with her wet, creamy cunt, dipping her fingers in to taste my offering. What did I do? I went down on her, of course. Melanie gasped as I did, and Mike just said Wow! Her cum and mine tasted good, and Melanie ground her pussy into my face while she pulled on my head to press me in harder. Then she started to cum again.

We lay there for a while, catching our breath. Mike poured us a drink each. Melanie suggested that Mike strip. He did and joined us on the bed; he fingered his wife whilst she sucked him. Then told him to fuck her. I started to get off the bed, but Melanie grabbed my hand and pulled me back, taking my cock and sucking it back to its previous state of erectness. She then told us to spit roast her - this was totally new territory to me, pretty much all of it was. I'd never been with a couple before; it was exciting, anyway, it's all good clean fun.

Mike's cock was about the same size as mine. I was somewhat thicker, with more girth, and Melanie told us she wanted us both—shit, I'd only seen in porn films on board ship. I was told to lie down on my back. Melanie climbed on top, then with her left hand guided me into her pussy, but I was told not to start fucking her until she said. Mike then took some lube and spread it over her bum before guiding his cock into her from behind. - It's a weird sensation feeling another man’s cock next to yours, save for a thin stretch of skin, but I wasn't about to complain.

“Okay,” Melanie said, “slowly, please.” At first our rhythm was a bit ragged, but we soon got the hang of it. Melanie was making all the right noises, given my recent climax. I was happy that I was going to last for some time. I'd like to say that an hour later, or even half an hour later, we stopped.  In reality, it was about fifteen minutes at the most. Then Melanie pushed Mike away, climbed off me before kneeling on the bed and taking both Mike and I in hand and sucking our cocks alternately. Seeing Mike's cum splash across her lips and her face was too much for me. I came seconds after. She went to kiss Mike, but he pulled away.

“Goddamn pussy,” said Melanie and turned to me. I was only too happy to kiss her once more, playing with her breasts as I did so. Mike then joined us and kissed her, feeling guilty maybe- I have no idea, but after that, he went for a shower. Melanie and I kissed and cuddled on the bed. Then we showered together, dried off and got dressed. We then returned to the bar and had a couple of drinks.

Melanie asked Mike if they should invite me along to a party they were having that night. Mike said sure, and Melanie gave me the details, the address and asked if I would invite one of my shipmates. I had just the one in mind, and a few hours later, showered, shaved, foofed up and smelling like a knocking shop. Johnny and I arrived at a fairly nondescript house near Atlantic Beach.

Most of the guests were already there; we introduced ourselves. Some of the ladies were telling us how cute our accents were blah blah, but fuck. They were good-looking ladies. We'd taken a bottle of spirits, some beers and were busy chatting away to a few people when Mike explained the rules for the night. It was keys in a bowl; you pick a bunch of keys. Then the owner would fess up as to whether they were theirs or not. They were your prize. As guests, we got to pick first. Mike explained that everyone would have fun and that the two guys who were potentially missing out wouldn't, as they would end up with whoever wanted a threesome that evening. Once everyone appeared happy, Johnny and I both had the biggest cheesy grins on our faces. We dipped into the bowl, he goes first—he got some lady with blonde hair, a lovely figure and glasses. I got Melanie once more, and she said we were going for a drive to have some outdoor fun. As we got into her car, a voice from the back said hi, and it was one of the other guests. A very nerdy-looking tomboy, she was gorgeous. And as a bonus, she wore glasses too, but that's for another time...