Jas, Ron and I sailed Ron's 8-metre sailing yacht over to Calais a couple of weeks back. Having moored up in the marina, paid the dues, showered and changed we ventured into the town for dinner. On the way back, we called into a bar just off the market square for a nightcap. Yes, there they were, a group of British women getting noisily sozzled at the bar: Hearing me order our drinks in a very bad French accent, they immediately sussed that we were 'English' (I'm a Scot!) with the result that we spent more time than we had planned with these girls, most of whom were (conservatively) middle aged. To cut a long story short, they all wanted to come back to our boat; in the event, only one, Chrissie, actually did so, on the promise that we would get her back to the Hotel Meurice in one piece! We escorted her down into the cabin, and another round of drinks served. It was a drink too many for Chrissie: Without any warning she announced that she had always wanted to be shagged on a ship, and in less that thirty seconds had undressed completey. 'Come on guys, don't keep a lady waiting...' Ron, our skipper, has always been a ladies man - within seconds he too was starkers, and had planted his cock in her mouth, working vigorously at her cunt with his fingers. Having never been presented with sex on a plate before, I hesitated, but was spurred on by Jas also getting his kit off. Chrissie had sucked Ron into rigidity, which he inserted without ceremony into her cunt, lubricated by generous dollops of his saliva. Jas pushed past me to plant his already erect cock into her mouth, calling her rude names when she bit a little too enthusiastically on his tool. Now naked, I hovered waiting my turn: Ron pulled out just in time to spray her face and tits with generous amounts of cum, which she spread and rubbed into her skin with relish...what a slut! Jas having now disengaged from her mouth, lay on the starboard bunk and pulled the somewhat sticky Chrissie on top of him, eventually finding her cunt lips and easing his fairly substantial cock deep inside her. This exposed her well-rounded bum, and finding the puckered arsehole I grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the galley shelf and lubricated her anus generously. before pushing my stiff rod into her. I thought it would be difficult, based on previous experience, but it slid in without any problem, and my whole length was soon rooted in her very being. As Chrissie was riding Jas, I had no option but to match their rhythym - this was my undoing, as after only a couple of minutes, I could feel myself about to cum - and cum I did; the first couple of spurts went right up her passage, the last couple over her arse cheeks as I pulled out. She rode Jas for another five minutes before she came with a very noisy orgasm which must have been heard in Boulogne, but Jas was still hard at work, and she had to wank him furiously before his hot, white contribution splashed over her large belly. After the clean-up and another drink, I volunteered to walk Chrissie back to the hotel. still very tipsy and giggly, she said it was the best shag she'd had in years. Fun for us, too, except we missed the tide the next morning.....