You drift out of a dream toward wakng, but you are still more than half asleep and more than a little drunk from the night before. The only thing that...you are conscious of is the immediate demand of your throbbing hard-on.So somehow you throw the cover sheet onto the floor and somehow you rid yourself of your boxers. Your hand descends to your rigid cock and slowly closes about it. The feeling has never been more pleasurable. You begin to stroke it, lightly at first. You want it to last. But. It was just past my 38th birthday and I stayed a couple of days over for a little rest and relaxation. I was in the hotel bar one night having a margarita and started talking with three younger guys. I was a little tipsy and flirty with them and they were very forward with me. Okay, so I had already had sex with two men at one time, why not go for three? I would never see them again, so no harm, no foul. Just leaving the bar with all three of them was such a turn on. The people in there. He was looking very cute that day dressed up in formal clothes.Both of kept exchanging glances and smiles with each other when he finally came to me for a chat. We both started talking how we used to in school and really gelled well together. He seemed to flirting too much with me and I was enjoying that. After that we grabbed ourselves some drinks and danced together. There was nice romantic number playing and he held my waist and started dancing. I was starting to get drunk as I had drank too. You aren't even dressed yet." To be honest with you, Art, we weren't paying much attention to the time. It's the first time I've been able to sleep in since I don't know when. Now, get your mind out of the gutter and tell us why we owe you."Bonnie called them into the dining area for breakfast. After they were seated at the table, large plates of food in front of them, Art started talking."Well, guy and gal, you owe me because I saved your bacon again last night. After you guys were already.