I remember, very well, the day of my father-in-law's 50th birthday. It was a sunny day in early June, 2019 and it was quite a party with no expense spared.
He owned a big house, in its own grounds, on the outskirts of Chelmsford. An ideal setting for the big event. I knew it was going to be something special, because, everyone who was anyone seemed to be there. As well as every member of his extended family, there were friends and business colleagues as well.
For the occasion, Walter, (that's his name) had hired a marquee and a small army of caterers. The excellent birthday lunch was served up with plenty of bottles of top class wine and champagne. It was a beautiful sunny day and we all sat around big tables which had been set out with our name tags.
I'll be quite truthful and tell you that I had been looking forward to it for quite some time. I had bought an expensive summer dress and other accessories and I felt really special, as I walked in on my husband's arm. My dress was a bit on the short side, and, I remember feeling a bit self-conscious, knowing that in comparison to the other ladies, I was showing an eyeful of long tanned leg. However, a couple of glasses of white wine later, I felt relaxed and happy and forgot about my clothing faux pas. For me, life had never been better. I had been invited, of course, because, I was married to Mike, his second son.
I was 24 at the time and we had been married for less than a year. In case you're wondering, Walter was a very successful businessman who owned his own company. At the time of my marriage to Mike, I had been reliably informed that his old man was a millionaire, and, from what I could see of their possessions and lifestyle, I could understand the truth of that. And, to be fair to Walter, he had helped us considerably, in buying us a nice three bedroom detached house on a nearby private estate and giving my husband, Mike, an excellent job in the family business.
As a result, we had an affluent lifestyle, along with Mike's other brother, John, and his wife Eva, who also worked in the company.
Well, back to the birthday party. That was the day I was shocked to find out that my father-in-law was a randy old man. This I found out through personal experience.
It was a long drawn out lunch with speeches and toasts, and, with the party in full swing, I got up and went into the house to visit the toilet. To my dismay, there was already a little queue of ladies to the toilet that had been allocated for the guests. So, I figured, that as a member of the family, I was entitled to use their bathroom upstairs in the house.
Little did I know, however, that Walter had followed me and was lying in wait after I came out. There I was, straightening up my dress, when he pounced on me, catching me unawares.
"Lucy!" he growled excitedly , how about a little birthday kiss?"
He pushed me hard up against the airing cupboard and pressed his very obvious erection into me. I could also smell the alcohol on his breath, with his face close to mine.
If it had been just a little kiss he had been after, of course, he could have had one, no problem. I had no intention of offending my father-in-law, certainly not on his birthday. But, as our lips touched, I felt his hand sliding up my dress feeling bare thigh up above my stocking tops.
"Walter, no," I said, quite alarmed, as his hand roamed dangerously high. "You're not having that as your birthday present."
"But it's what I WANT" he growled, pushing his hand back up my dress and trying to get his fingers inside my white lace panties. I gasped at his effrontery and pulled him by the wrist firmly out of there.
"You're being very naughty Walter," I admonished. "Also, I think you've had far too much to drink."
Somehow, I managed to fend him off, but, he still blocked my way to the stairs. "You can go, if I get my kiss...but it has to be a proper one, mind."
"Alright then, a little birthday peck for your birthday," I conceded, "but you must behave yourself."
Then, for my trouble, I got a full, open mouthed, wet kiss with his tongue searching out mine in the process. And, if that was not disgusting enough, the old rascal had his hand up my skirt again, feeling my bare thighs.
Fortunately, although I was feeling tipsy with all the wine I'd drunk, I eventually managed to push him away.
"I'll tell Mary and Mike, if you don't stop this nonsense," I threatened.
"No you won't" he grinned, confidently, shaking his head.
I bit my lip in frustration. He was right of course, the old buggar. It was just an idle threat. He knew that I wouldn't make a fuss, not on his birthday. I wasn't the type. In any case, Mary, his wife, disliked me enough as it was and I knew Mike would just blame me for leading him on. He wouldn't have a bad word said about his Dad.
It was an impasse. I couldn't get past him and I could see he had no intention of letting me get away scott free.
"Show me your legs, then," he said, suddenly. His eyes blazing with lust. "I won't let you go downstairs until you lift that dress up for me."
I gasped at his brazen request and didn't want to do it, of course. I knew it would just encourage him. But, I was desperate to get away from him and re-join everyone downstairs. He should be down there too. People would be wondering where we were. After all, he was the host and should be attending to his guests.
So, foolishly, looking back on it now, I lifted up my skirt and showed him my legs, all the way to the tops of my stay- up nylons. Meanwhile, he just sat at the top of the stairs, looking up at me and enjoying the view.
"Not good enough," he growled. "I see more leg than that when you are sitting on the sofa downstairs."
Goodness, I thought...he's been ogling my legs.
At the time, it seemed like a bit of a party game thing and it was a party after all, (his party)
I had been to parties where the girls had to pull up their skirts for some forfeit or other. So, I decided to just go along with it. Anything was better than being mauled and sloppy kissed by Walter.
Well, bit by bit, he cajoled me into lifting my dress higher and higher. Maybe, I was a wee bit tipsier than I thought, and, maybe, it was the man's strong will power, but, I kept pulling up the hem each time he asked me to. Meanwhile, he went into a kneeling position, looking up to get a better view.
Afterwards, I scolded myself for giving into him so easily and feeling undeniably excited as I did so. I knew I had a good pair of legs and was very proud of them. Deep down, I suppose I liked to show them off. Anyway, eventually, he got what he wanted. By then, I had pulled my skirt up just about waist high and he could see my sexy lace panties and bare thighs.
"Jesus, Lucy," he growled. "You've got a great pair of legs. I never get tired of looking at them... Get in there, girl, I want you on the bed...NOW..."
Then he tried to push and order me through the open doorway of the master bedroom.
I gasped in alarm, as red faced and flustered, I managed to squeeze past his clawing hands and scamper downstairs. But, it was a close run thing, because, I swear he had every intention of having me, right there on their king size bed.
"Walter for goodness sake...BEHAVE yourself" I spluttered, as shakily, I made it down the stairs and out into the sunlight.
I was shaking for a few minutes after that, but, eventually, regained my composure.
After that little incident, I was pleased to see he was on his best behaviour, right to the end of the party. That's when I got a crafty little pat on the bum as we were all saying goodbye. It was a sort of reminder that we had done something naughty together. I felt myself blush alarmingly, but, fortunately no one seemed to notice.
As we drove away from the house, I put his behaviour down to the fact that he was probably drunk and, of course, I shouldn't have pulled my dress up when he asked me to. Anyway, I never breathed a word about the incident to anyone, which was a mistake. I see that now because it just fuelled his lust for me.
Late June, 2019
Walter and Mary hardly, if ever, visited us at our house, so, I felt relatively safe there. I had my part time job at the library and when I got home, I made sure the doors were locked. I knew that Walter was easing back on his work commitments to give himself more leisure time and so I couldn't rule out a surprise visit.
But, the surprise for me, when it came, was for an invitation to accompany Walter to a business dinner in Chelmsford on the following Friday night. Apparently, his wife Mary was feeling poorly and wasn't up to it. On the other hand, he needed a partner and Eva, his other daughter-in-law, had other plans for the evening. Well, you can imagine, I tried all kinds of excuses to wheedle out of it, but, it was no good, because Mike, was desperate for me to go in his Mum's place.
"Darling, you have to go...You can't let him down, not with something like this."
So, I sighed and gave up. Then, I went upstairs to check my wardrobe and see what I could wear. At least we were going to be in a public place which, hopefully, would restrict his hanky-panky.
In the end, I chose a little black cocktail dress which went well with my dark brown hair and brown eyes. It was tight fitting and clearly showed off my womanly curves and cleavage. Underneath, I wore black stay- up stockings and black lace panties. Looking at myself in the full length mirror, I was quite pleased. The dress made me look feminine, sexy and classy all at the same time. It cheered me up no end. Maybe, it would be an enjoyable night out after all.
After I took everything off, I just stood there in the nude and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Then, I thought about my father-in-law and his complimentary words when I had showed my legs to him. "Lucy, you have great legs," he had said. For all his faults, the dirty old sod had taste.
It was then that I twirled around and examined my beautiful female figure in all its naked glory. "Well, Walter," I whispered, "what if you could see me right now? What would you say then?"
After that, I paid full attention to my make-up, taking my time with everything. Face cream, Eye shadow, lipstick, the works. Finally, I examined my face in the mirror and was satisfied that I was looking my best. A classy, sexy lady, ready for the evening entertainment.
