I was sitting in the hotel bar, just aching for something, or someone, to do. My meetings were over, and my flight left the next afternoon. I had one last night to live it up, to let my hair down and get wild. I'd just closed a two million dollar sales contract, and I wanted to live it up before I had to go back to home and husband. I was horny, on edge, and raring to go. The bartender brought my drink: a cool vodka tonic, Grey Goose vodka, double lime. I sipped it slowly, not wanting to get too drunk too quickly. I eyed the other people in the bar: mostly middle-aged business men, almost all overweight. Any of whom who would kill to get in my pants. They were boring me. Not exciting enough. I finished my drink and called the bartender over. "Another?" he asked. I nodded. "Hey," I said as he poured my drink. "This place is dead. Where's a good place to go?" He finished making my tonic and placed it in front of me, resting it on a small blue cocktail napkin. I took a small sip. "Guess it depends on what you're looking for," he replied. Anyplace would have been better. "Someplace loud," I said. Someplace with young cock that wouldn't mind some thirty-two year old cunt. He eyed me. "Tell you what, I get off in about ten minutes. How about you and me go to a place I know?" I sized him up. He was shorter than I like, but he had an alright face. And bartenders are usually good in bed. "Ok," I said. "My name's Kelley." He shook my hand. "Justin." Twenty minutes later we were in front of a bar around the corner from the hotel. Loud distorted music could be heard from inside. A large man, lip pierced and arms tattooed sat on a stool out front. We walked up and the bouncer greeted Justin by name. We went in and the music assaulted me, pounding through my body and brain. The bartender was a tall man. His dreadlocks came down over his shoulders and were dyed a bright red. His fingernails were painted black and his ears and lip were pierced. He had tattoos all over. I swear he looked like the devil himself. Quite a far cry from the businessmen slowly getting drunk back at the hotel. Everyone else at the bar was similarly tattooed and pierced. "Drunks serving drunks" a sign read over the bar, and I could believe it. This was certainly the place for me. Justin and I got a seat at the bar. Before long Justin introduced me to his friend, Nick. Nick was a tall guy of about twenty-two. He had bright red hair, cropped short. He was wearing a black t-shirt that read "Satan is Love." But what got me is that he was also wearing a pair of leather wrist restraints, bound tightly around his arms. His ears were pierced, as was his eyebrow. He was cute, in that bad-boy punk kind of way. I was wet in my pants just thinking about bedding him. We drank together for about an hour when I suggested that the three of us go back to my hotel room. They immediately agreed, although Justin said he'd have to sneak in. Socializing with the guests of the hotel could get him fired. Before long we were all back in my suite. I was sitting on the couch, drinking some liquor from the mini bar. Justin and Nick sat down on either side of me. I kissed each of them, making sure that I slipped them my tongue. Reaching out, I put both of my hands in their crotches. I was happy to find that both had substantial bulges waiting for me. We continued kissing and I fumbled with their pants, undoing their belts and unzipping them. Before long they both got the picture and stripped down. I stared at both hardons, soaking my panties. I was going to get fucked properly, and I couldn't wait. I got down on my knees in front of Justin and started sucking him off. His cock was nice and hard and fit in my mouth perfectly. I swirled my tongue around the head before taking him down my throat. Nick felt a little left out and decided to take matters into his own hands. That is, he decided to take my sopping pussy in his hands. He got down on the carpet behind me and pulled my panties off. Leaning over, he put his head between my legs, running his tongue all over my pussy. Up and down my crease he went before moving up to suck on my anus. My head was bobbing up and down on Justin's shaft as Nick licked and sucked at my asshole and cunt. I don't remember ever being as turned on, as deliciously out of control as I was with these two men, one fucking my face and the other sucking my horny clit. I wanted them to use me as their fuck toy. I wanted them to fuck me, over and over, to pound into my cunt until they filled me with their cum, and then to do it all again. I lived only for my cunt. Nick stopped licking my pussy and knelt up behind me. I pulled my mouth away from Justin's cock. "Do it," I said back to him. "Put your cock in me." I felt his cock probing around my hole, so I reached between my legs to guide it home. He slid in easily and I pushed my hips back against him. He filled me completely, just like I needed. "Fuck that pussy hard," I grunted back at him before turning back to Justin's dick. I took it back in my mouth as Nick started pounding into me from behind. It didn't take long for Justin and Nick to match rhythms. I was their fuck sandwich: as Justin thrust forward into my mouth, Nick was pulling out of my pussy. When Nick plunged deep into my velvet hole, Justin pulled back. Back and forth the three of us rocked. I felt nothing but pleasure. Justin's thrusting became more pronounced and suddenly he was shooting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop like a greedy little girl. His dick throbbed and pulsed in my mouth as he came. And when he was finished, I kept my lips wrapped around his lovely prick while Nick continued fucking me doggie-style. After only a few minutes he shot his load deep into my cunt, coating my insides with his warm cum. We took a breather and moved onto the bed. Before the night was out, I'd been fucked and used in every way possible. I even had Justin in my cunt as Nick fucked my tiny asshole. By the time the two of them left, I my entire body was worn, sore and satisfied. I'm sure I was walking funny when I met my husband at the airport the next afternoon. I blamed it on the cramped seating on the plane and he never suspected