I was initially deployed for about five months; the only contact with the outside world was through a few letters, and I made a couple of phone calls to the folks at home. Most of the guys had girlfriends and were quick to show off photos in an effort to outdo each other for the hottest girl. Some would share pictures of their girls naked with little to no clothes on. I had little time to think about sex as we operated on long-range patrols. The general idea was to observe and report activities and avoid contact, as this would reveal we were in the area. If we did have contact, we would find ourselves outnumbered, so it always ended in a fire and movement extraction.

The team leader told us we would have four weeks’ leave and could return home. So we were on a flight to the nearest international airport two days later. On arrival, I discovered they had made a mistake with my flight. It was the following day, and I was booked into a hotel for the night.

I enjoyed a long hot shower and headed for the restaurant for a meal. I had been seated for a few minutes when a waiter asked if I would mind sharing my table with another couple as the restaurant was busy. I didn’t care and thought the company would be good. The waiter escorted two women to my table. They were good-looking, one a red-head, the other a brunette and probably around ten years older than myself. They introduced themselves as Glenice and Jane and told me they had been friends since childhood. I could tell by the accents they were Irish. Jane separated from her husband a few months ago, and they were on holiday together to help her overcome the separation. As we chatted, I noticed Jane was not really interested and was generally negative about everything we discussed. Glenice joked that Jane needed a good night of sex, as she had not been with anyone since her separation.

After dinner, they asked if I would like to join them at the bar, where we continued the conversation. Glenice, the brunette, was excited to learn I was single and on my way home. However, Glenice was married but stood close to me at the bar. We were occasionally bumping or touching my arm. After a few more drinks, Glenice asked since I was single, I was interested in Jane. As she did, she sidled up and whispered she wanted to watch. Jane looked uncomfortable and tried to change the subject and remind Glenice she was married. Glenice told her not to be a prude and suggested we return to their hotel room.

When they opened the door, it was a penthouse suite with two king-size beds, a bar, and a hot tub in the corner. We organised another drink, and Glenice suggested we jump in the hot tub. Then, reminding them I did not have swimmers, she told me she was going naked. I undressed, and Glenice commented on my manhood, telling Jane that if she didn’t want me, then she would. Jane protested but removed her clothes. Both women had great bodies, with firm breasts and trimmed pubs.

As we sat in the hot tub, I shared my experience with Sam and the fact she was another man’s wife, and Karen, my flatmate and the gangbang we had. They were both intrigued, and I could see the hot water and erotic stories arousing them and me. Then, when I stood up to go to the bathroom, Glenice commented again about the size of my cock. I had just finished when she walked in behind me in the toilet and reached around to help my semi-erect cock. She whispered she wanted to see me cum, and stroked my cock. Her wet, naked body pressed against mine, and her firm hand had the desired effect of getting me hard. She was skilful in working her hand along the length and caressing the tip. Then, as I turned, she slipped around and sat on the toilet as I pressed my erection towards her face. Finally, she gave me a gentle kiss on the head of my cock and ordered me to leave so she could pee.