Lexi's awakening at a Hen Party.
My wife Lexi was invited to attend a hen party, apart from the bride she knew no one else, she is normally shy and awkward in these situations so I was surprised when she accepted with no fuss, I think she was doing it out of politeness.
As the weekend approached, she spent many hours meticulously planning her outfit and make up like normal, "mood boards" were produced on Pinterest and banded around family and friends, various dresses were ordered to try on, Lexi was not one for spontaneous actions.
As the weekend arrived I watched her packing, she surprised me by getting out a very sexy silver dress with a low off the shoulder revealing neckline resulting in what I could only suspect would produce as a stunning display of cleavage. She was packing her "best" bras and pants, Lexi is not naturally stunning, but I would describe her as MILF, 5 ft 7 Auburn shoulder length hair, natural 34B English Rose, a little bit of a bit of a pear shape, in heals great legs, when done up could be a head turner, but on the school run could be missed if you know what I mean.
I drove her to the hotel Saturday morning and left her saying I would pick her up Sunday Afternoon but call me if anything changes. The next part is from her description;
When I got to the hotel it was up filling up with lots of people from different Stag and Hen Parties, I checked in to the "standard" hotel room, the bride had arranged early afternoon to meet us in the bar. I went to the bar early as I hate to be late or arrive with everyone knowing each other and the polite conversations! I had a snack and drink and messaged my friends, I was to be honest, dreading this. The Bride to be arrived, I said hi, and as got introduced to the other girls and ladies in our party as they arrived, we made polite conversation got to know each other and the drinks started to flow, I drifted to the corner of our area with a drink in my hand counting down the hours to my collection. After downing a few bottles of Prosecco and G&T's, conversation was more flowing, amongst us girls, laughs were being had. Soon it was 6 o'clock, we all went back to our rooms to get ready, out by 9 meet in the bar by 8:30 for a drink before we left.
I wasn't sure of my dress, I thought it was a bit low a little short and revealing, however, I was determined not to be prude but not be a tart either! Turns out I got it right! Sexy matching underwear with strapless bra, I felt good about myself. We met up in the bar at the pre arranged time and walked to the venue, turns out I had got the balance right with my dress for the party!
The main venue for night was a trendy cocktail bar, there was a mix of normal night outers, a stag party and us, we arrived to a "private" reserved area next to the stag do there was a cocktail tower surrounded by chilled bottles of Prosecco, which we all readily dove into, drinking was becoming heavier and the hen and stags were mingling. I got chatting to a couple of cute twenty something year old lads (Paul and Jeff (names changed)) from Northamptonshir, I was flattered by their attention, we discussed home towns where to visit, inevitably we discussed ages they said they were 27 and 24, I told them my age and they were astounded and didn't believe me, I had to prove it with my driving licence, I think it was so they could get my address! compliments were flowing along with drinks, I was feeling good about the night. I kept in with the hen do but the hen was being distracted by her friends so it wasn't really noticeable that I was chatting to these lads. We danced and flirted, they kept saying what happens on hen and stag do's stays on the stag and hen do's, in the hope that I would lighten up, the lights became dimmer and dimmer and it became difficult to keep track of who was who or which party was which as they had merged into one now. I was dancing with each of the lads and and then returning to the table drinking more and more drinks, when dancing I had progressed to locking both hands around the neck of my dance partners whilst dancing to slower numbers resting my head on their chests, their hands were resting on my bum, returning to the table their hands rested gently on my bare thighs without protest, them definitely looking down my top, to be honest, I liked the attention but I still felt in control. I was thrilled that young men still wanted me and I was basking in the flattery and attention. It was like being a young girl again with the difference that times had changed and I was now an experienced wife and mother and had birth control sorted, In my youth, with no pill and a strict moral upbringing, I had become expert at deflecting the seducers but keeping them coming back for more. I was tempted to take this opportunity to catch up but it was difficult to ignore the way I was brought up and the fact I was married with a child. So, at first, I kept my partners from groping me and turned away from their attempts at kisses reminding them, I was a married woman, however, as the evening wore on and the more I drank, I became more aroused by the attention, so I stopped diverting my partner's advances, I didn't really care,I only really knew the bride and she was definitely taking advantage of what was on offer, if you know what I mean.
I began to allow my partners to kiss and lick my neck, to nibble my ears, and then to grab a quick flirting kiss after the dance as the night progressed, I allowed myself to respond and parted my lips to let their tongues explore my lips, teeth, and tongue, I know it was wrong but I was enjoying the attention. My excitement mounted and let them slide their hands down my body to caress my back and brushing my breasts and bum, I still felt in control and insisted that they kept their hands to the outside of my clothes - an old-fashioned, teen-age restriction from my youth. After each dance, I sat out for a while, joking and flirting with the two men, enjoying the glow as the drink and the attention relaxed me, I kept hearing in my head, on one side, what happens on stag and hen stays on stag and hen, and on the other side, I am married. I am ashamed to say at some point the initial thought won!
The next time I danced I immediately responded to the searching lips and allowed the wandering hands, allowing them to thrill my body. This time I welcomed the hand that slid into the top of my dress and caressed my breasts through my bra, as the night wore on I allowed their hands to ease my bra aside and caress my nipples. It was electric and soon both breasts were bare and my nipples were rock hard. My partners immediately dropped the pretence of dancing and steered me straight for a curtain at the back of the dance area, where they could quickly get their hands down the front of my dress, my bra to one side, and my tits exposed. just deep snog and groping of my tits. They cupped them in their hands, caressing my nipples sending shivers of arousal through me, I knew it was wrong but I didn't care. At the end of each dance I straightened my cloths and returned to the table and my glass which was always full and onto my next partner.
After this had been the routine for an hour or so, my eager last partner asked to me to dance simultaneously with them both, he wanted to get more time with me. "That's tricky," I laughed. "I can't dance with both of you." "Why not?" one countered, and they each seized a hand and led me to the floor. I slipped into the embrace of one of them and the other moved in behind me, sliding his hands around my torso. This time I was steered into the far, dark corner against the curtain and my conventional partner kissed me passionately, I was so turned on I responded and clasped my hands around his neck. My other partner behind soon had his hand into the plunging neck of my dress, I knew it was wrong but I was in heaven! My bra was soon out of the way and each of his hands were soon gripping my tits, stroking each of my nipples until they were hard and firm, my tits were being being mauled whilst he rubbed his manhood against my bum, my other partner was in my mouth his manhood rubbing my thigh, I was in heaven and the "girl still has it" I had two twenty something year olds eating out of my hands. The thrill of their kisses, the caresses of my body and the pressing of the obviously stiffening male member onto my bum and the other on my thigh added to my rising excitement, I gave in allowing the man behind to reach down and caress my belly through my dress with his spare hand.