I am a married 33-year-old with three children.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve always been a big flirt, and constantly look for a “man on the side” for some extra satisfaction. Little did I know when I went on a ski trip with some friends that I was going to get that plus some. What happened was a dream come true.

I had just come home from a club after a night of dancing when I heard voices outside the patio doors to my hotel room. There in all their glory were six cute guys we’d seen earlier on the slopes. Naturally I threw on the charm, thinking that maybe I could get close to one of them. I invited them in, and — not to be greedy — phoned some of my girlfriends to come over to keep us company. After the girls arrived, we drank and talked and listened to... Read More