My husband Jack and I were having a wonderful time at our friend's daughter's wedding. The reception was being held at a lovely country house hotel and we had been in attendance for the full day. We had booked a room and were staying at the hotel overnight. It was early evening and having enjoyed the service and reception meal, we were now partaking in drinks for the evening celebration.
It's fair to say, that both hubby and I, mother of the bride Lynn and many of the guests were cheery from the copious aments of alcohol consumed that day. Lynn's husband Charles had, had so much to drink, he had retired to his hotel room to sleep it off.
Lynn had joined us at our table and I was enjoying her chat. Her daughter and new husband had deserted her as they mingled and flitted from table to table socialising. As for me, my husband was on the dance floor swinging his dad dance routine with Pamela, one of the Bridesmaids half his age. I could guess by the way he ogled the young beauty that if he had the chance, his pecker would be out of his pants and into hers before you could say 'quickie'.
'Oh to be young again' Lynn suggested as she watched Pamela dance seductively with Jack. 'If I was Pamela's age I'd be on that dance floor shaking all I've got hoping to get a man for this evening, instead of having to return to a room with a drunken smelly old fish for a husband'. she added.
I was surprised to hear Lynn talk of 'man-hunting' for pleasure and dismissing her husband as a drunk. She sounded a little deprived of sex and horny within, as horny I continually was.
Our conversation turned to sexy talk as we scanned the room comparing the young men, imagining them in sexy situations for fun. Lynn was revealing herself to be quite the horny old lady and sounded like she was up for a good time if offered the opportunity. When I made a suggestive remark about her new son in law things really got interesting.
'Look at your new son in law, Mark. I'll bet he's got a nice cock.' I whispered. 'If he wasn't your son in law, I'd be offering him my bum hole whilst my hubby was filling my pussy.' I added. Lynn turned sharply and playful slapped my arm. 'Oh Jill you naughty girl, how could you suggest such a thing? Don't let others hear you say that.' she replied, following it with a timidly asked question 'Have you had a cock in your bum?'
I turned and smiled 'Haven't you?' I asked. Lynn blushed, and quietly replied with a laugh 'I've thought about it'.
'You're never too old to try.' I suggested adding 'All this dirty talk is making me hot Lynn darling. I'm going to have to fetch my Jack from the dance floor and slip up to our room for a quickie'. Lynn giggled. 'I wish I could' she added.
Knowing that Jack would love to take Lynn's dear rear, I cheekily offered a suggestion. 'Why don't you join us? Maybe a tickling of your fancy is just what you need to top this wonderful wedding day'. I winked at her, observing as she glanced around the hall, checking that no-one had overheard before she offered in reply, 'You mean, you want me to join you and Jack for some sexy-time in your room?'
I giggled and smiled, Lynn smiled back acceptingly and nodded her head enthusiastically. 'When do we start?" she asked with a naughty chuckle.
'No time like the present'. I suggested as I beckoned Jack from the dance floor just as the song he was dancing to was ending. Jack returned to our table with Pamela in tow. They sat and Jack asked 'What's up?' I turned to Pamela and asked if she could pop along to the hotel kitchen and ask if she could have a small plate of butter curls and a fresh bottle of 'Champers'. I winked to Lynn. When Pamela left our company I turned to jack and asked in a whisper 'How would you like to take Lynn and I up to our bedroom for some fudge delight?' He immediately smiled, pleasantly surprised by the offer. Lynn flushed, slightly embarrassed, now realising that agreeing to my suggestion was coming to fruition.
I placed my hand on her knee and squeezed softly to reassure her 'You will love it darling' I said, relaxing her. She clasped my hand and smiled, replying 'I can't wait' with a sparkling grin. 'What will we do about Pamela tho?' She then asked. 'Perhaps we should find out if she want's to join us? She seems like an adventurous young thing.' I could see Lynn's mind was contemplating the thought. 'She certainly been a promiscuous one from what I hear.' Lynn said. 'Ooh, I'm jealous.' I joked, Lynn and I giggled again.
'I can't think of anything more desirable than having three beautiful woman coming together over a bottle of Champagne.' Jack said. 'Why don't I test the ground... or should that be mound?' He winked. When Pamela returned with my request, Jack set to work with his charms, openly flirting with the sexy young miss. Lynn and I watched and smiled, making her feel comfortable with our awareness. I knew that Jack could work his charm.
After ten or so minutes of Jack's seduction and realising Pamela's receptiveness, I entered the conversation. 'Pamela dear, if I was the jealous type, I'd say that my Jack is looking to get into your knickers.' and I nodded toward him as I spoke. 'If he tried any harder I'd let him'. She said without an inkling of guilt or thought of consequence. It was just what we had hoped to hear.
'Why don't we all slip up to to the bedroom and take this conversation a little bit further?' Jack suggested. 'There are three wonderful pairs of knickers I'd like to get into.'
'Yes, let's' I said. 'Take the Champagne Pammy sweetie and I'll bring the butter.' I added as I lifted the now warm and melting plate of dairy produce. 'C'mon Lynn honey' I reached and gripped her hand in mine leading her away from the table. Pammy and Jack followed behind.
As soon as we entered the room and had closed the door behind us, I placed the plate on the bedside cabinet and we three girls threw ourselves onto the edge of the bed with Lynn sitting between Pammy and I. 'C'mon big boy... show us what you have to offer us' I coo'ed whilst taking the bottle of fizz from Pamela. I popped the cork and Jack handed us each a glass from the hotel cabinet.
