While I was a police officer in the mid-1990s, my daughters were in middle school.
Since one or more of my daughters would be attending, I received an invitation each year to assist the school during residential week.
I was one of four assistants assigned to support the four male teachers during my youngest daughter's first residential in the Brecon Beacons region of Wales, approximately the third year of my attendance.
The forty or so kids were being transported by a coach company that sent a smaller-than-normal coach, so the other assistants and I rode in my own private vehicle behind the coach.
Only then did I realise that the other helpers were all female, all in their early thirties, just like me, and that they were all very athletic and sporty, which was one of the requirements.
While their husbands stayed at home to take care of their other children, their children were on the trip.
I will call them Toni, Suzy, and Wendy because I cannot remember their names.
We were not strangers because we all knew each other from the school gates, so the trip was enjoyable and we got along well.
I would be sharing a room with three women because there had been a mix-up with the rooms when we got to the hostel. The teachers had been given one room, and the rest of the helpers had been given another.
After a quick conversation, we decided it would be alright since we would only be using the rooms for sleeping for the four nights. The room was quite simple, with just two bunk beds and not much else.
Since I knew Toni better than the others, I opted for the lower bunk with her on the upper one. This seemed to be the right arrangement.
This place was horrible; we all changed and washed in the mixed communal showers.
The first night, we all slept well since we were all exhausted from the travel, and the ladies did not mind that I was there.
We were all able to participate in the outdoor activities on the second day, which involved getting muddy and wet.
The shower room was set up with lots of individual cubicles with doors to give people privacy, so the ladies were happy for me to shower with them.
We returned to the dorm, each wrapped in a towel, and things got awkward. I offered to leave so they could change into their clothes, but they all said they were fine with me being around as long as their partners at home did not find out.
That night, after dark, there was an outdoor disco, campfire, barbecue, and pyjama party planned for the kids. We were also invited to wear our pyjamas.
As the women dried off and changed, I turned to face them and was astonished by how attractive they seemed in their pyjamas as opposed to their hiking and outdoor attire.
Since I knew the itinerary, I had to buy some pyjamas for the trip as I had not worn them since I was a child.
The kids had a great time playing games, sipping carbonated drinks, and enjoying hamburgers before turning in for the night.
After cleaning up, we returned to our dorm at around ten thirty and opened a few bottles of wine because we were no longer on duty and the teachers were in charge during the night.
I was prepared for bed, but the women had other plans. They were game for a little excitement and wanted to play spin the bottle with a truth or dare option.
All of us were dressed in our matching two-piece pyjamas, with the women's outdoor bras taken off in preparation for bed.
Although I liked these women, I was curious about their intentions. We took a seat on the floor in a circle around the empty wine bottle, and someone locked the door.
They came to the decision that if someone declined to respond to a question, they would forfeit one article of clothing. Since we each had two items left, it would not take much for us to become nude.
I wondered if anyone would regret playing this game the next day.
The game quickly became very raucous as wine bottle number three was poured, making the ladies more audacious and daring.
First to go was Toni, who had nice pert breasts about a c-cup. Next was Suzy, who had adorable tiny a-cup breasts with huge nipples. Finally, Wendy flaunted her lovely big d-cup breasts that were slightly sagging. My top had disappeared and I was in heaven, with a stirring in my trousers.
I was the first to lose my trousers. I made an effort to hide my nine-inch monster, but it was impossible, and in any case, they would eventually find it.
As soon the women saw my cock one of them commented on it, “What the hell is that, it’s huge!” The others just seemed to stare open-mouthed.
I was sitting cross-legged, allowing my cock to be visible to everyone. I was with three attractive young women, all of whom were topless, and my cock was already swollen.
The women kept playing the game, offering each other absurd challenges and unquestionable truths.
When the bottle hit Suzy, things became serious. I could practically hear her mental gears turning. She then said, "Toni, I dare you to measure Bob's cock. I have a tape measure in my bag."