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 music.

Around 4 a.m., people started leaving. Eventually everyone had left but two of the guys, Dylan and Evan. Dylan, the one who had been flirting with me all night, had a hungry look in his eyes. I figured we would get to know each other a little better. Evan was the quiet type; he hadn’t said much at all.

I told them, with little conviction, that I was getting ready to go to bed. Dylan said, “You don’t want us to leave yet, do you?” Then he started giving me a back massage that I just couldn’t resist. It felt so good having his strong hands stroke my back. Suddenly he flipped me around and started caressing my stomach. My instinct was to push his hands away and laugh, but deep inside I wanted to fuck him, though I didn’t want to seem too easy. Besides, Evan was still in the room, just watching and not saying anything.

Then Dylan raised my hands over my head. As if it were some kind of signal, quiet Evan leaned in and passionately kissed me. I had no resistance left, and just melted. I could feel Dylan kissing my stomach and Evan caressing my breasts.

In one swift movement, Dylan pulled off my pants and dove into my pussy headfirst, giving me the tongue-fucking of a lifetime. Evan now pulled his cock out of his pants and straddled my face. I hungrily took him in my mouth and gave him the blowjob of his life. Dylan had moved on to licking my ass. I was squirming so much from sheer horniness that I couldn’t have kept still if my life depended on it. Dylan lifted me up, positioned my ass on the pillow, and drove his long thick cock into my pussy. With Evan’s cock still deep down my throat, I was in ecstasy. Dylan was fucking me like no man had ever fucked me before. Each thrust caused electricity to flow through my body as I brought Evan to a climax in record time, swallowing his hot come in large gulps.

Dylan, seeing all this, was turned on even more. He removed his cock from my pussy and inserted it into my ass, never missing a beat. Evan just watched as Dylan fucked my brains out, flipping me from one side of the bed to the other. Before long, Evan was back with a hard cock in hand. Dylan reluctantly turned me over so I could deep-throat him again.

After two hours of licking, fucking, and sucking, we all collapsed in a heap on the bed. We woke up two hours later, showered together, and parted ways. I congratulated myself on having lived out one of my favorite fantasies. And what could be better than that?

Later that night, Dylan and Evan returned with two other guys. Let me just say that I got to live out yet another fantasy. There wasn’t a hole in my body that wasn’t being filled over and over again. At one time I had three in me at once.

All too soon the weekend was over. I’m hoping we can all hook up in the future. I would love to get the party started all over again.