Fingering Threesome

We boarded the overnight ferry from Athens to Rhodes on the last leg of our holiday.

Wandering down the third deck corridor to our cabin, I grabbed Jack’s arm and pointed to a small sticker on the outside door of a neighbouring cabin showing an upturned pineapple fruit. It was the universal sign used by swingers on cruises and in hotels.

I smiled at Jack. “Seems like someone is aiming for a fun night.”

We’d seen these stickers on hotel and cabin doors during our travels and sometimes even on the side of restaurant and bar tables.

Several years ago, in a luxury hotel in the city of Tallinn, we noticed similar stickers on two adjacent doors in our corridor and in the lift. Although we never made contact with the occupiers, we spent an entertaining time trying to spot who they were among the guests at breakfast.

Jack bought a bottle of wine and in our comfortable cabin, we drank a couple of glasses before venturing out to see the onboard entertainment.

The ship was packed with tourists, mostly English, German and Scandinavian. We settled in the bar, ordered drinks and listened to the pianist and singer.

It wasn’t long before a Karaoke session was announced. This was my idea of fun, but Jack’s idea of hell.

The compere of the show, a young man in a flowery shirt and jeans, full of self-confidence and a bouncing personality, rallied the passengers to join him on stage, which was soon packed with fellow travelers, mostly couples.

The young man announced that the first theme for the evening was ABBA songs. I felt perfectly dressed for the event, wearing my tight fitting white jeans that hugged my small ass and pulled themselves snugly into the crack of my crotch. They showed off my slim waist and long legs perfectly and left little to the imagination. I joined the crowd on the stage, leaving Jack at our table by the bar with his third whiskey.

I danced around the mic, which was being held by a very Scandinavian-looking woman in her forties. The songs continued, and the mic was passed around the crowded stage to whoever grabbed it first.

I started singing the lyrics and soon was aware of a man standing very close to my back, pushing into me, no doubt urged and shoved on by the crowd around him.

He leaned over my shoulder and sang into the mic I was holding to my mouth.

We sang in harmony. Not a bad duet.

I was aware he was deliberately dropping his arms down by his side, allowing his hands to lie onto and along my thigh, feeling round my ass and towards my crotch.

We sang together into the mic, so close I could smell the aftershave on his body. His head was barely inches from mine. Below me, his hands wandered, fingers so close to the front of my tight fitting white trousers I could feel a light pressure against my pussy crack. He pushed his hand under my crotch, a finger slipping in to stroke along the tight fabric.

On the crowded stage his moves were not noticeable to others. But from the bar area, Jack could see what was going on in front of him. The smile on his face revealed he knew exactly what was going on and didn’t mind. He raised his glass to me.

The song came to an end, the compere announced a short interva,l and I turned to thank the man who smiled back at me. “Hope you and I can sing together in the second half.”

I looked straight at him, the first time I’d taken a proper look at my fondling partner. He was younger than me, dark hair, strong body, and smartly dressed in a white linen shirt tucked into pale blue loose-fitting trousers tied at the front.

“I’ll be back,” I replied, stepping down from the stage and making my way towards where Jack was sitting.

He glanced up as I passed by. “You seem to have found yourself a fan. Enjoying the attention up there?” he asked.

I leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Glad you’re enjoying the view. I’m going to give him something to grope for.”

Minutes later, I returned to the bar area. I’d changed from my tight white trousers into a floating, loose-fitting skirt which hung just above the knee, a pair of cowboy boots, a broad leather belt and a silk blouse.

As I passed Jack, with his third glass of whiskey in his hand, I brushed alongside his leg. “Keep watching,” I whispered and made my way to the stage.

The Karaoke had started with a full assembly of participants. As I mingled in among them, I noticed most had taken the Country and Western theme to heart and dressed for the event. I didn’t feel alone, surrounded by cowgirl women in short leather skirts, men in bright checked shirts and waistcoats.

I was jostled as I made my way towards the microphone and sidled up to the singer, a tall, elegant and leggy blonde woman wearing a suede fringed skirt, loose checked shirt tied at the waist under her pert bosom and calf-length leather boots. She was middle-aged, my age or older, but clearly looked after herself. I couldn’t help but notice a lightly bronzed and gym-toned body.

All eyes were on her as she swayed effortlessly to the music, the fringes of her dress twisting around her narrow hips, singing the lyrics with a strong and confident voice.

I joined her singing and became aware of a body close beside me. The amorous man from earlier, now in full cowboy clothes, tight jeans, tight shirt and stetson hat. He was close enough for me to notice that he smelled divine.

To the encouragement of everyone, we three sang together, arms around each other, our breaths mingling, huddled around the mike.

Our closeness felt erotic. Our arms were locked into each other, and our hands held together. The man let his arms drop to each side of me and he took me round the waist, pushing his groin into the back of my ass as we swayed to the music.

Then he moved, placing himself between me and the woman and put his arms around us both.

He pushed into the side of me, and I felt the bulge between his legs against my hip. He let one hand drop and it slid along the top of my skirt, down to the hem and up inside my thigh, his fingers inches from my pussy.

I could sense he was making the same move on the cowgirl on the other side on him. The blond woman was encouraging the attention and made no effort to move away.

In the crowded space, I parted my legs just a little, opening up my thighs and the space up to my crotch. He was quick to notice and take advantage, enjoying his naughty grope. Somehow, the cowgirl seemed to position herself in front of me, as if deliberately shielding his hand movements from view.

The crowd closed in on the three of us. Nobody noticed as as one of his fingers pushed itself into the side of my panties and along the slit of my dampening cunt.

On the other side of him, his hand made the same move on the cowgirl, lifting the back hem of her suede skirt just enough to get his hand up inside her thigh. She too parted her legs, making it easier for him to grope her.

I looked down and noticed a large bulge in the front of his jeans, stretching the fabric almost straight out from his groin.

He murmured to us both. “Love the outfits, love your naughtiness. Let’s all enjoy this moment.”

I tried hard to keep a blank expression as his finger pushed between my pussy lips, gently entering me, slipping into the wetness, fingering my open crack, my skirt hanging over his hand hiding his actions from view. He guided my hand to the bulge in his trousers. I pressed my palm against the length of his prick, rubbing it gently, feeling the width of it in my hand.

I sensed the woman’s hand alongside mine. She was also caressing his swelling prick. We were both rubbing him as his erection grew.

“Something to share.” She pouted at me.

The mike was grabbed by another singer, and the three of us found ourselves huddled together, smiling at one another.

The man took us both by the hand. “How about we go get a drink?”

We climbed down from the stage, across the bar area where Jack was sitting. I threw him a quick glance, and he acknowledged with a smile and another raising of his glass.

The man pulled me and the cowgirl across the room as we giggled, willingly following him.

He aimed for the corridor behind the bar, to the open door of a storage room, dim wall lights on at the back, shelves of towels and miniature bottles.

Still holding my hand, he led us in and leaned himself into the panting cowgirl who threw herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and pushing her tongue into his wet mouth, her saliva mixing noisily with his.

He responded by pushing his hand up her suede skirt, his other hand wandering under the hem of my skirt. His probing fingers were on the top of my thigh, inched from my pussy.

He smiled broadly at us both. “Do we need names? Well, I’m Brandon, from Aus. And it’s an absolute pleasure bumping and grinding into you two fine ladies. Let’s all enjoy.”

I was swept up in the moment and turned in to face him. “Hazel, from England,” I replied breathlessly.

The cowgirl momentarily paused snogging Brandon and smiled. “Christina, from Poland.”

Brandon, fumbling with his trouser belt, replied. “Well, a truly international encounter then.”

His hand continued to grope me, reaching my panties and sliding a finger along the seam. Christina had found his belt buckle and, in a frenzy, undid it and pulled his trousers down to his knees.

He was commando. His long prick sprung upwards and into Christina’s waiting hands.

She turned to me. “We’re going to have some fun together, I think.”

Then in one smooth and swift move she stepped out of her skirt and slid her pants down to her ankles revealing her long slim legs and a naked, shaven cunt. I moved to one side so Brandon could let go of me and he was quick to put both his hands on her hips, bringing her body close to his and making her push her pussy into his crotch.

I looked down to see Brandon’s prick fully erect now, a beautiful hot gleaming rod, perfectly straight, ready to fuck.

I watched as he slid a finger into Christina’s bare pussy, parting her glistening lips, making her wet in readiness for him. She pushed her body onto his, her breasts on his chest, her mouth and tongue in his.

With the gentlest of practiced moves, he bent her legs very slightly sideways and apart as he pushed his glistening prick into her. She sighed as it slid into her wetness.

Watching them, feeling aroused, I allowed my fingers to find my pussy and gently played with myself, letting my fingers rub into the wetness.

I was suddenly aware of a movement over my shoulder.

It was Jack, in the shadow of the doorway, trouser zipper undone, semi erect cock in hand. He looked over to me.

“Go on my little Hazel, play with yourself, give yourself a finger fuck while I wank myself watching you all.”

I didn’t need the encouragement. Pulling my skirt up higher, over my hips, my middle finger, then my forefinger plunged deep into myself as Jack whispered to me.

“That’s it you naughty girl, play with your pretty pussy, watch them fuck and watch me wank. Watch both our cocks. And watch that horny naked girl he’s fucking. Enjoy the group voyeur session.”

Brandon had his prick deep inside Christina’s pussy, thrusting in and up into her, her juices mingling with his and flowing from her cunt lips over his shaft and onto his balls.

Pulling himself out, he lifted her body onto a table and pushed her back, her legs wide open and dangling over the edge, her pussy lined up for him. She took his prick in her hand and guided it back towards her open pussy lips as she drew breath.

“Fuck me good, Brandon. Give me a good Aussie screw.”

He took her by the hips and drew her towards him, his erect prick wet with cum again pushing deep into her open cunt.

They were locked together stickily, pumping, groaning, oblivious to Jack and me masturbating next to them.

I looked over to Jack, his red hot shaft proudly erect, straight and glinting, his hand cupping his balls as he watched me, my two fingers deep inside my swollen pussy lips, my cum juices dripping over my hand, over my wedding ring and mingling into my pubic hairs.

I managed to speak through my panting breath.

“Oh, Jack, let’s both enjoy this. Let’s wank together. Make ourselves cum.”

Jack moved over alongside me, and we both stood by Brandon and Christina. I pulled Brandon’s trousers to the ground and did the same to Jack and both men stepped out of them, their cocks standing long and stiff.

I went to undo the top buttons on Christina’s blouse. They were fastened tight, so I yanked the blouse, tore the material from her, pulled the torn shirt to one side revealing neat, bronzed pert tits. I felt a cheap slut doing this but it excited me and I could see Christina and the boys loved my crudeness.

Jack breathed into my ear. “Tear her fucking shirt off, you dirty little minx. Let’s all see her tits and I can wank over them.”

The four of us stood together, almost naked. The boys had their cocks out and our pussies were wet and sticky.

Brandon pushed himself into Christina’s oozing cunt lips once again. I dribbled saliva onto my cum covered hand and taking hold of Jack’s cock started to wank it over Christina’s trim, brown belly and perky tits as he fingered me.

“Come on, Jack. Cum over this pretty little cowgirl babe for me. Look at her pretty body being taken. Let your prick explode onto her tanned tummy as you watch her being fucked.”

Christina looked up at us. “Oh yes, Jack. Do as Hazel says. Look at me getting fucked and cum all over me.”

Jack’s fingers slipped hard into my pussy juices as he pumped them into me.

His cock strained in my hands, strong and long, lubricated by the saliva on my fingers and the cum from my cunt.

I used my free hand to fondle Brandon’s balls as his prick pumped into Christina’s wet cunt. I cupped his swinging balls, pushing his cock into her wet slit.

In the half light of the room, our bodies squirmed, the only sound was hard breathing and squelching from our juices.

With a groan Jack ejaculated, a log spurt of white cum splattered onto Christina’s belly and tits.

I widened my legs and pushed my fingers into my cunt alongside Jack’s. We both masturbated my drenched pussy, letting the wetness dribble through our fingers until I reached a trembling orgasm.

Next to us, Brandon pulled his cock out and let a spurt of his cum land on Christina’s tits as he finished her off with his broad fingers.

The four of us collapsed into a heap of exhaustion. Giggling, covered in cum, dishevelled and exhausted we pulled our clothes back over our bodies.

“I have something for you both,” smiled Christina, pulling a plastic envelope from a pocket in her suede skirt.

She handed me a small sticker with an image of a pineapple, looked me straight in the eye and planted a wet kiss on my lips, parting them and lustfully pushing her tongue into my mouth.

She purred, peeling off one of the stickers and placing it, upside down, on my shirt, over my breast.

“Never did get to feel your pussy, Hazel. Next time, you can finger me if you like. We can make each other cum. Join the club, my naughty Hazel and my sweet Jack. You’ll both be most welcome anywhere in the world with these stickers, and you’ll always find others to masturbate with.”

The pack of stickers now travels with us wherever we go. We’ll use them at our next destination. We promised Christina we would.