Wow what a party. When I married my wife I had no idea who else I was actually "marrying". My wife's family it turned out really liked a good party. My wife had a mother that wanted everybody to have a good time and often ran the family functions with a theme. I have no idea why it was done like this, but my wife's family interpretation of a pirates theme was for most of the women to dress like wenches and it was pretty shocking! My three sisters-in-law were all there along with a bunch of cousins my age. I am blessed I guess I can say that I married into a family of bigger chested women and these same women were not at all ashamed of showing a bit of what they have at the right occasions (actually most of the time...)
Two of my sisters-in-law are brunette and if I had to guess I'd say something like in the D or DD range. My third sister-in-law is definitely smaller but that is the one that I always secretly lusted for. She is blonde, and while not the classic leggy model type that most people are probably picturing, she is very attractive and has 36C breasts and usually wore sexy thong panties. Now how would I know such a thing? It's pretty simple actually I could see down her pants/shorts/skirts on occasion and I almost always saw flesh below the band of her undies. Also she often would change at our house in order to swim or use our hot tub and she tended to leave her clothes in the master bedroom (my wife let her change there for more space and privacy) and every time there was a pile of clothes on the floor, there was a pair of sexy thong panties there with them.
So this party was going pretty well. Most of the people were over legal age and consuming their fair share of alcohol. My wife was definitely hitting the deep end as were some of the cousins. I drank myself and managed somewhere just past a "nice" buzz towards the end of the night. Finally things were calming down and I was ready to hit the hay. Most of the relatives were sleeping outside but a few got lucky enough to have space in one of our 2 spare bedrooms or the family room downstairs.
I cleaned up for a very short time as the rest could be done in the morning. I went to the bathroom and noticed that I was pretty stiff down below, no doubt fueled by the booze and also the fact that I couldn't avoid looking down the shirts of just about every relative my wife has. I really tried not to, but sometimes I couldn't resist. I made my way to the very dark bedroom and saw my wife laying face down on it. She was stripped to a tight t-shirt and her bikini-style panties and her ass looked so tempting. I knew she was passed out but I decided I would give this a little try anyway. I started kissing up her smooth legs, up her calf, down into the back of her knee, and then up the back of her thigh. I loved how sexy and curvy her thighs were and slowly made my way to her gorgeous curvy ass.
I tried to be oh so good. I kissed only the exposed flesh, sucking deeply on the part of her ass that jutted smoothly out from the back of her thigh. I thought I heard a faint moan so I continued to kiss and suck on her warm smooth skin. Somehow I justified that this was ok to do: I pulled a little bit back on her panties and holding them out of my way, I kissed and now actually licked the wonderful curve of her ass. I definitely heard a moan that time. I slid my other hand under her shirt and rubbed her sexy back while my mouth continued to explore her. She started to gyrate her hips somewhat in reaction to my attention. I knew I was getting somewhere.