I have recently returned utterly bewildered from a company sales conference at the Belfry hotel near Birmingham. As a 43 year old mother I have always prided myself on being the loyal housewife who, despite being dowdy and a little bit prudish at times, liked a little drink and a bit of flirting in the company of guys however this last week has changed me forever and turned my whole life on its head. This years conference was a bigger, more grand affair than usual as we have recently taken on 8 new distributors from all over Europe, all of whom attended the conference for the first time. As a result each of the UK sales managers was assigned the task of looking after the new teams. My particular assignment was to ‘baby sit’ Jean Claude and Patrick from France. My little bit of French and their reasonable English ensured some good laughs as we corrected each others grammar during the evening meal at which we endured the usual round of speeches and back slapping. The copius amounts of alcohol also ensured that Anglo – French relationships were very friendly and cordiale. After the meal we were free to visit the hotel’s night club and the three of us decided to go for a good old boogie. I hadn’t had a good dance for ages and was up for nearly every record making the two French lads take it in turns to keep me entertained. To be honest I was pretty pissed but I was loving every minute of it. I then became aware that I was subject to a bit of competition by the Patrick and JC who, after every dance, seemed to be comparing notes in French, smiling and nodding to each other and then seeing who could fondle certain parts of my anatomy! With each dance they seemed to be getting braver and I seemed to be enjoying the attention to such an extent that on one occasion, after a bit of neck kissing and ear nuzzling, I actually had a small orgasm. As the last orders were being called we decided to call it a night and we bounced back to the hotel arm in arm chanting songs that we’d been singing to throughout the course of the evening. Back at the hotel I invited the lads back to my room for a raid of the mini bar and to crack open a bottle of champagne I’d received for my sales performance. Inside the room I excused myself for a loo break and the boys opened the bottle. I must admit to feeling a little embarrassed as my panties were almost drenched where I’d climaxed a couple of times during the dancing! Back in the room they both toasted my sales success and JC gave me a little peck on the cheek. I protested to Patrick so he came over put both arms on my shoulders and pulled me to him planting a big kiss firmly on my lips. I then taunted JC for his feeble peck on the cheek and he in turn came over and kissed me on the lips but, wanting to go one better, he forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately making me go very weak at the knees. The kiss lingered long and they both realized that I was a little flustered by the proceedings prompting Patrick to join in by sidling up behind me and kissing my neck. My head was now spinning and I felt my panties getting ever wetter as Patrick pushed his hands up under my jumper and inside my bra which he then lifted up over my boobs in one expert motion. JC’s mouth dropped from my lips and immediately went to my boobs as Patrick then lifted the hem of my skirt and lifted it to my waist. Expertly they lifted me onto the bed where they relieved me of my jumper and bra in one tugging motion, then with my skirt now up around my waist JC roughly grabbed the crotch of my tights and rubbed my aching fanny before ripping a hole in the front seam of the tights and exposing my soaking wet panties, which he then pulled to one side and slid a finger right inside me. As I continued to explode Patrick knelt behind my head and kneaded my boobs whilst JC unzipped himself and replaced his finger with his cock. I tugged at Patrick’s trousers and he obliged by releasing his cock out so I could wank him then he rolled over onto his side and forced it into my mouth. Within seconds I exploded in a huge orgasm and they both filled me with what seemed like a joint choreographed orgasm. I lay there as they both pulled themselves away. JC slid off the bed and onto his knees kissing my now completely soaked panties. He pulled them down slightly and kissed my lower stomach making it almost cramp up. Patrick bent over and kissed me on the lips. My mobile phone rang so I quickly grabbed at it and answered it. It was Rich my husband. I’d promised to call him before I went to sleep. I told him about the sales achievement and he told me how proud he was and how he wished he could have seen me! I knelt up on the bed and tried to compose myself but I noticed myself in the mirror. Hair all over the place, dried spunk around my mouth, no jumper or bra which were tangled up as one on the floor. Skirt still around my waist with ripped open black tights exposing a pair of visibly soaking wet lace panties. I looked like a rape victim but I felt fantastic. Talking to my husband as though butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth having been fucked by two very cool and rugged Frenchmen. The dowdy housewife who had never even swallowed before! We said our goodnights and I switched my phone off. Patrick and JC had now both stripped off and started to fondle and kiss my body again. They positioned me on all fours and Patrick immediately started ripping my tights again, this time exposing my panty clad arse. The tights were ripped right open and pulled down to my knees along with the panties. I noticed he was wetting his finger which he then worked gently around my bumhole. This was something I’d never experienced before and it gave me a strange but nice feeling. JC then fed his cock into my mouth which I confidently teased and licked until it was hard again. Then I felt a searing pain as Patrick forced his cock into my arse. I shouted and tried to pull away but the held me tightly and started to fuck me. He tried to reassure me by telling me that French girls loved it that way! He continued his action whilst massaging my clit and the pain eased and then, after about five minutes, I felt him tense before his breathing increased and I experienced a beautiful feeling as he came inside me. JC pulled out of my mouth and I felt his cum spurt all over my face and hair. Another glance at the mirror and I felt like a true whore! We all collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. We woke up about 2 hours later and the boys both got dressed and left as they had flights to catch back to Lyon. This was 2 weeks ago and I’ve now returned to my life of dowdiness. I can’t stop thinking about that night and how it made me feel. I loved every minute of it. The feeling of being the centre of attention. I have relentlessly used my vibrator and fingers as I keep re-running the night in my head. I can’t share it with anybody because I’m certain nobody would understand. I’ve been feeling ten feet tall ever since and aching to get it off my chest. I’m sure it won’t ever happen again but I’d love to think it could. Who knows?