Yes - on a few occasions. The question brings to mind a specific time when a few of us met up with a MILF type while ashore in Porto Veccio.
Three of us had borrowed a boat to sail over from a nearby island and we were greeted by a lady who saw us docking at the port. More likely, she heard us as we were yelling to each other in English to get the boat tied up to the pier. As we came ashore she asked if we were Americans. Duh.
But she spoke English well and we had no French, so we were glad when she offered to show us around starting with coffee at a local shop. We shared morning cafe au lait while she talked about what it was like to live in Corsica and then began to describe her home which was a place nearby, walking distance in fact, just up in the hills, and where she was having some trouble with the engine that pumped water from her well.... Being good sailors we offered to help, and ended up doing some minor repairs on a gasoline engine that ran the pump, helping with some yard work, rerouting a water supply line and in return, being offered dinner.
This woman was outgoing, quite warm and friendly, and her home was very simple. Basically one large room and an adjoining bath. The room containing a kitchen area, a nice fireplace with a huge hearth, room for some comfortable furniture, and and one large bed. No electricity, but there was the fire and kerosene and Coleman style lanterns. There was some wine, and as it was getting dark, she offered that we could spend the night and sail back in the morning if we wanted. In the flickering light of the fire the we were all telling stories and the three of us were wondering exactly what sleeping arrangements might be on the offer. We learned that she had only two sleeping bags available for guests. One of us, it appeared, would have to bunk with her. At this point who sleeps where was the only thought going through three salty male minds.
Our hostess evidently had given the bed partner questions some consideration as well, and had also realized that since I was the guy who had arranged the sailing trip, I was the most likely to come back another day. On the other hand, the guy who had actually fixed the gasoline engine was leaving the area soon, and so was likely a one time visitor. He was the lucky dog she chose to share the bed. That left me and the third of us lying in sleeping bags in the now very dark room lit only by the glow of the dying fire. And from our places by the hearth we heard, but really could not see, our hostess and our buddy taking advantage of each other with all the vigor that might be expected. I don't know about the other guy, but I felt severely left out, and found myself rock hard and jacking off in the sleeping bag, catching the cum in a handkerchief. No telling who was going to be using that sleeping bag next, I figured, or who had been before me. Mostly I was trying to be reasonably quiet, though I doubt sounds from us would have slowed either of the two in the bed. Next morning, after an early breakfast we three returned to the boat with one of us totally smiling but he provided little detail about his experience with our hostess; for my part I was working out how to get back for another visit.
Which I did. A couple of weeks later, and this time arriving without friends I returned to the port. My hostess again asked for some assistance, still with her primitive plumbing arrangements, and prepared a nice dinner of fresh local fish and vegetables. And, as I had hoped, extended an invitation for the night which I readily accepted. This time, though, I discovered first hand, what the lucky dude on the previous trip had not really described, and that was a hungry cougar in the pitch dark bed. She encouraged both condoms and a highly exciting variety of positions leaving us both satisfied and soundly asleep through the remainder of the night. After from a quick session before breakfast I headed back to work - all smiles. We did see each other once more, but that becomes a different story.