My wife Carol and I have been married for five years. We were high school sweethearts and wed shortly before we graduated college. Her mom Beth was extremely happy for us, as she always said I was the nicest boy that Carol ever brought home. In fact Carol and Beth are like best friends and its often that I find myself in the company of my wife's mom and her father Bill.
Our wedding day ended up being on the same day as her parent's anniversary, so a couple years ago Carol and Beth got together and decided that we should start a tradition of going away on our anniversary together. One year we all went to Greece, the following year we were in Zurich. This year for their 30th anniversary, we decided to try someplace more tropical and ended up in Belize.
Bill has always been a good father-in-law and a really nice guy, albeit a little old fashioned. He and Beth seemed to have a good relationship, but she always struck me as being a little too fun for him. Beth, who still has a great figure and long red hair is always wearing very sexy clothes, and she and Carol would laugh and giggle sometimes like sisters.
When we arrived at our Mexican resort I knew I was in for a great time as Carol had booked us into a fabulous suite with a King size bed, big Jacuzzi, and a wonderful view of the city. When I saw the room that Beth and Bill were in, I almost felt jealous as they had a slightly more extravagant suite with a view of the ocean.
Our first night there we went to this little romantic restaurant in town and had a real Mexican feast. However, by morning it was clear that we had made a mistake. Carol and Bill were both feeling really sick, and could hardly make the effort to leave the bed. It looked like our trip was going to be a bust until Carol insisted I take her mom out for the day and see the sights. I felt like I should stay with her and maybe help take care of her father but she was insistent. When I spoke to Beth she too thought we should go out and try to have fun as Bill was a real grump when was sick. We promised to check in on them before dinner, and Beth and I headed out.
We had a very pleasant day, shopping, and sight seeing, being with Beth was a treat. It almost felt like being out on a date as she kept holding my arm as we walked around town. At around 5:45 we went back to check on our two sick loved ones and they hadn't moved much since we left. We decided that it was no point just sitting around the room all night so we decided to go out for dinner and maybe dancing, as Bill wasn't fond of nightclubs.
We started out at a nice little Tapas restaurant and had a delicious meal with more than a few drinks. We then went to a great little dance club where to my surprise my 48 year old mother-in-law danced me from one end of the floor to the other. At one point while we were resting a young man asked if he could dance with my "date", and I smiled at her and said "why not?" Beth was a little apprehensive at first, dancing with a stranger, but the alcohol and fun of the evening loosened her up enough where before I knew it she had danced with more than a couple young guys.
I thought I would try to rescue her at last, maybe head back to the hotel when a slow song came on while she was held by a muscular guy who looked like a local. He danced very close to her, and it looked like he was grinding his crotch into her leg. I have to admit I was a little turned on by the whole scene. Before the song ended he seemed to whisper something in her ear to which she nodded, and then she looked over to me as I made my way over.
"Tom, this is Guardo." She said still holding her new friend's hand. " He was just telling me about another great club near here that he says we might enjoy, want to go?" She sounded almost excited.
"I don't know Beth, don't you think we should get back. Check on Bill and Carol?" I noticed that Guardo looked a little annoyed that I was trying to put an end to the evening.
"Oh they'll be sleep by now anyway. Plus do you know how often I get out and have fun like this? Never."
"Alright," I said. "Guardo, lead the way."
We left the dance club and hit the street. For a moment I was worried about Guardo and the possibility of us being robbed, but he soon led us to a quiet corner a few streets over to the door of a small club. Guardo nodded to the doorman and we were let into an intimate room that had the look and feel of a strip club to me. As we found our seats, it became apparent that that is exactly where we were.
Guardo ordered a few rounds of drinks and to my surprise Beth drank freely and enjoyed the show. The women were gorgeous and the dance routines kept getting increasingly more sexual. By the time we were on our fifth round, two girls were fingering each other on stage. It was surreal watching this stuff with my mother-in-law next to me, but that didn't stop my cock from growing.
Finally it seemed that the show was going to wind up into its finale and the announcer asked for any volunteer ladies from the audience to come up on stage for a special performance. Guardo raised his hand and elected Beth to go on stage. Soon the crowd was cheering her on and she reluctantly climbed up with another woman from the audience.
The two ladies were guided to two chairs center stage and the music kicked on. Four girls came out in g-strings and lace bras dancing around Beth and the other woman very seductively. They soon had removed their clothing and started to give the women very graphic lap dances. My jaw dropped when one girl, a sexy cinnamon skinned latina, straddled Beth and began to slowly kiss her lips. Soon they were into a very deep tongue kiss and I couldn't believe that this was my mother-in-law.
After that things moved swiftly. The girl kissing Beth began rubbing and squeezing her tits, and before I knew it, she pulled the dress from Beth's shoulders exposing her stiff pink nipples. The other woman that was brought on stage was in a similar position, except that one of the other dancers had pulled her skirt up and was sloppily eating her pussy. I was amazed by what I was seeing, but my attention remained fixed on Beth.
