I have been married for three years to my lovely blonde wife Jane. Last month Jane who is twenty two years old received an invitation to her favorite cousin Becky's twenty first birthday party, it was to be held last Saturday.
Becky is a single fun loving girl who has lots of hot and sexy friends who really know how to enjoy themselves. I was looking forward to drinking some beers and dancing until the early hours before staying the night at a local guest house.
Also invited to the party were Jane's sexy young sister Kelly and her forty four year old mother Christine, both of whom would be travelling with us on the fifty mile trip to a small village high up in the hills.
Kelly was only 18, single and possibly a virgin, but I was not really sure. She had been looking forward to meeting her cousin Becky's male friends and one in particular her internet boyfriend who she had never met in real life before. Christine was having a night away from her husband, he was staying at home so that he could get up for work early the following morning.
All week I had been looking forward to the party, it was compulsory to wear fancy dress in the theme of St Trinians. I loved all those girls dressed in their stockings and suspenders and strutting their stuff on the dance floor.
To my disappointment my wife Jane was not a stocking wearer and she had dressed in a white blouse, a striped tie and a long skirt with black pantyhose.
We packed our night things into a bag and loaded up the car. It was a cold evening and snow had just begun to fall. On route to the party we arrived at Jane's mum's house to collect her and her daughter, I beeped the horn and they both came out well wrapped up in their long coats. They dumped their bags in the boot of the car and jumped into the back seats.
I started the car up and off we headed, snow continued to fall making travelling slower than expected. In the back of the car I overheard lots of talk about the men they were to be eyeing up at the party but I was curious to find out what the two ladies had on underneath their coats and so I gradually nudged up the cars heating to see if I could get them to take off their coats. I lowered the rear view mirror to look directly at the two passengers in the back and kept my eye on Jane's mum's legs. Success at last I thought as I caught a glimpse of her unbuttoning her fur coat. I could see that she had a low cut top on exposing her cleavage and she was also wearing a short pleated skirt well above the knee. I watched as often as I could but I could not tell if she was wearing black pantyhose or stockings and suspenders?
Kelly, who had well portioned and firm looking breasts also appeared to be wearing a short skirt with pantyhose or stockings.
My cock was now stiffening and I couldn't wait to get to the party to see what the other girls would all be wearing.
As we were about fifteen miles from the village the wind rustled through the trees, the snow was falling hard and almost sideways at times and we were travelling on a deserted country road with no street lighting. Ahead was a steep hill and there was a car in front of us unable to get up the hill, every time they tried the car wheels just skidded on the snow and ice, and the car driver gave up and turned his vehicle around. I then attempted to climb the hill and we had more luck, but then coming down the other side we skidded on the un-gritted road and careered straight into a tree.
Everybody was safe but the car had sustained damage to the radiator and steam was coming from under the bonnet. I phoned the breakdown service but to my dismay they were unable to attend this area until the morning when the road would be freshly gritted and they could reach us. They advised that we look for a guest house to stay the night.
Luckily enough we could see lights ahead coming from a small village just about a mile away. We grabbed our bags, locked the car and headed off in hope of finding lodgings for the night. To our relief there was a small hotel in the village, on entering I asked the friendly receptionist if she had two rooms for us but to our frustration they only had one, however it was a family room and had two double beds. The three females had a short discussion out of my ear shot and they agreed that we had no option but to share the one room.
After checking in we carried our bags into the room and agreed to meet in the bar for a drink to drown our sorrows at missing the party and me crashing the car. Sitting near to the log fire place, surrounded by three sexily dressed ladies and sipping on a double brandy my mood seemed to pick up. Christine and Kelly had kept on their coats to avoid the glare of other residents but as the drink flowed they loosened up and I could clearly see Kelly had fishnet tights on under her mini skirt. Jane's mum would often cross her legs and I could see her stocking tops held up by a suspender belt. When Jane and Kelly went to the bar for a round of drinks Christine hitched up her skirt and adjusted her pink and black garter belt around her stocking top. She caught me watching and gave me a wink to acknowledge that she knew I had been caught watching her.
Nothing more happened until the drinks were finished and we went into the dining hall for a late evening meal. At the table I deliberately positioned myself opposite to my wife and next to Christine. Throughout the meal I couldn't help but to look down at her gorgeous legs. Just after we had finished our meal I placed my hand onto Christine's left knee and moved it up the inside of her thigh, I felt her panties and started stroking her clit through the silky material. Feeling her dampness got me so excited but then Christine let out a quite moan and quickly removed my hand back to the top of her knee.
She then suggested "Mark can pay the bill then have one more drink at the bar while we three get undressed and go to bed."
Christine had agreement from her daughters and they all retired to the bedroom leaving me alone at the bar feeling excited but embarrassed that I had just touched up my mother in law.
I sat at the bar for nearly half an hour and had a few more brandy's, I couldn't get out of my head that if Jane found out that I had been fondling her mother, what would happen when we got home, would it all be forgotten or would our short marriage be over?
