It had been a very good year for me business wise. Not only had I made excellent money on sales commissions, but had been top salesman three months in a row. This earned me a promotion to sales manager, which included two weeks of paid vacation. The Holiday sales season was rapidly approaching, so it needed to be taken soon.
My wife Cathy and I began discussing how we would like to spend our two weeks. I was relieved that Cathy did not like that her mother had re-married just months after her father's death. She also had some issues with who. Paul, her new step-father, had been a friend of Cathy's. Prior to her mother's wedding, Cathy would visit him regularly while we were on vacation. I was rather bored watching the children while she spent an hour or two a day with this man I had never met. This tension absolved us from our standard yearly vacation of sitting around her mother's house in complete boredom.
Even worse than the days of boredom, were the sexless nights. Our two young kids would share our bedroom, leaving sex out of the question. Cathy also seemed to believe her mother was a perpetual virgin, how Cathy and her three sisters were conceived remains a mystery to me. It sure did not seem that Cathy's father ever got laid, poor man seemed more of a servant than a spouse. Evidence that sex is required to have children was irrelevant, the fact remained that Cathy refused to have sex under her mother's roof.
The initial planning for this vacation looked very different. Cathy wanted to use the vacation to reward me for my work, and as a time to grow sexually. Our previous sexual exploration had been very limited. Our love life had been far from "wild." Cathy became pregnant on our honeymoon, the night I took her virginity, with our daughter being born just eight months later. It was our honeymoon, if you call our wedding night spent in my parent's camper a honeymoon. Five years later, with two small children, we were in the mood to experience what some of our friends described to us as they bragged about their love lives. Cathy really got into reading about kinky sex, but it never came to fruition in our love life.
Cathy really took over the planning, promising a truly sexual adventure. Her plans included a 5-star hotel, a cabin, a bed and breakfast, and even a seedy motel that specialized in by the hour rates. Cathy assured me, each would be a different fantasy and night to remember. She shared few of the plans with me, keeping most of it a surprise. Only the vaguest of hints were dropped. She showed me some internet pictures of a pretty MILF flashing her titties at a state-line welcome sign: "Fourteen nights and I will be fucked in fourteen different states" she teased.
I was filled with hope and excitement, almost a state of giddiness, when the day of our trip arrived. This was a great opportunity for us, seemed that something always interfered and we would go months without making love. I loved travel, but was more excited by the promise of lots of sex.
We were hitting the road on a Friday evening after I got off work, too excited to wait until the next morning. As I began loading the car trunk with luggage, my inquiries as to Cathy not being dressed as sexy as she might were rebuffed with; "not while the kids are in the car."
The initial destination loaded into the GPS was a big disappointment. Buckling the kids up in the backseat, I found out that our first night would be spent at my in-law's house. Her plans were to drop our young son and daughter off at the grandma's, then "our" vacation would truly start, just the two of us. My expectations would simply need to be postponed by a day.
Pulling into my mother in-law's place was very reminiscent of the usual vacations we had spent there. They were very nice and cordial, but mother in-law was stiff and formal. As they were already in their bath robes, ready for bed, it seemed that she should have been a bit more relaxed. Seeing her in a bath robe just appeared out of place, at least from my experience in past years' visits. Must be an influence from her new husband, I liked him, he seemed very relaxed.
We would indeed be spending the night in the same bedroom as our children. Mindy, Cathy's mom, apologized that rather than Cathy's old bedroom, our kids would be sleeping right next door to grandma. Thus we would also. We tucked the kids into bed and headed for the kitchen where Mindy was making us sandwiches.
Marriage seemed to be agreeing with Cathy's new step-father, Paul. He happily chatted on about his philosophy of life, while I hungrily ate my sandwich. I became distracted from his diatribe of "Do not accept no" and "take love when and where you want it" when I noticed Mindy's breast was bare and exposed under her robe. From that point on, I only caught bits and pieces about "being the man" and "no more begging" as I gazed at my mother in-law's lovely breast and very erect nipple.
We soon headed upstairs to bed right behind my in-laws. His hand was prominently on her ass as we climbed the stairs. My wife's objection of "Mom!" only caused him to lift my mother in-law's robe. As she reached back to pull it down, he slapped her ass sharply, and replaced his hand on her now bare, exposed and red ass. The normally prudish Mindy, now submitted to everything he did and said.
I felt my cock getting hard while lying in bed. We could not help but hear the bed springs next door creak and squeak accompanied by moans and squeals from Mindy. Placing my hand upon Cathy's breast, while in reality picturing Mindy's, I was rebuffed. "Not with the children in the room. Can you believe what they are doing next door? Dad would never have had sex with children in the house!"
Tired from the prior evening's drive, and more so from listening to someone other than me fucking during what was supposed to by MY erotic vacation, I slept a little later than usual the following morning. I awoke to the smell of pancakes and womanly chatter coming from the kitchen. Paul and I met in the hall and entered the kitchen together.
Mindy informed me that she had talked Cathy into staying another night so they might have an opportunity to talk more. The news would have been even more disappointing if Mindy was not dressed in the same robe with her breast still exposed, just as it was the night before. In fact, it was open enough that I am pretty sure that I could see glimpses of her pubic hair also. Catching me looking brought a smile to her lips. Mother in-law pointed out that the sweater I was wearing and the jacket I had over my arm, "might be a bit much for sitting around the house, we are less formal these days."
Paul rapidly agreed, looking to Cathy "You, young lady, should be dressed for breakfast like your mother! It is our morning tradition in this house. It may be a bit shorter, but Mindy has another robe you can borrow." Not allowing Cathy any chance to argue, Paul whisked her upstairs by the arm.
While Cathy and Paul were upstairs, Mindy pointed out that she had given our children an early Christmas present. My son and daughter were running around the living room in robes of their own. Just like their grandma, they wore nothing else underneath. Being so young, they did not even try to keep them closed, but enjoyed their new found freedom at grandma's house.
Cathy and Paul soon returned to the kitchen. I stood looking at my wife with my mouth hanging open. The robe hardly hung past her pussy, and certainly did not cover her lovely ass. With each step, we were rewarded with a glimpse of her pussy. As Cathy stopped at the counter, helping her mother with the pancakes, Paul adjusted Cathy's robe to expose her breasts. Eating breakfast at their large glass table, with excellent views of my wife and mother in-law, was one of the greatest meals of my life.
