It was a trip back east for Jim and Debbie to visit some relatives and for a wedding for Jim’s best friend’s oldest son. The wedding was a simple affair but the reception was intimate and lively, a mix of the couple’s young friends and their older relatives.

Jim and Debbie were enjoying the DJ and spent a fair bit of time on the dance floor. The drinks were flowing freely and everyone was loosening up and having a good time. Debbie looked so sexy in a long form-fitting ankle-length dress. Jim especially loved slow dancing with Debbie, holding her close, feeling her breasts against his chest as his hand cupped her curvy bottom. The dance floor was filled with both young and old and Jim and Debbie being in their fifties were doing well in keeping up with the younger members of the party.

During one pop song, people were twisting and rocking, going lower and lower to the dance floor. It was during this dance that Jim caught sight of the groom’s young cousin, Emma, who recently graduated from college. Emma looked stunning in a royal blue party dress with a scoop neckline. The dress contrasted nicely with her striking flaming red wavey hair. This was more than enough to get Jim’s attention but what really got his attention was when Emma was twisting and lowering herself closer to the ground. She inadvertently gave Jim a flash of her bright red panties. It was only a glimpse but the image was burned in Jim’s mind and gave his body a jolt. He quickly looked away and then scanned the crowd hoping no one noticed his staring.

Jim thought he got away without getting caught but he wasn’t sure. Emma’s mother, Sandra, whom he was chatting with earlier gave him a strange look but then again it could have just been his imagination.

After another slow dance and seeing all these women both young and older dressed in party clothes showing off bits of their legs and cleavage, Jim and Debbie were ready to head back to their room for some lovemaking. The brief ride in the elevator was filled with passionate kissing and caresses which was unusual for the normally reserved Debbie. She even stroked Jim’s swelling bulge as they kissed in the otherwise vacant elevator.

Jim opened the door to their room and made a quick stop in the bathroom as Debbie undressed. Jim’s expectations were running high but were quickly dashed when he returned to the room and found Debbie napping. Jim wanted to be mad at her but she looked so alluring there asleep on the bed with just her robe partially covering her matching set of sky-blue bra and lace panties.

“Honey,” Jim whispered as he kissed her gently on the forehead.

Debbie awoke, almost in a daze, and saw Jim hovering over her with his loose tie brushing against her body.

“Jim, what?” she replied as she got her bearings and remembered their earlier passionate kissing and teasing. “I must have fallen asleep, so sorry. I think I might have drunk too much,” she replied guiltily as she glanced up at Jim’s bulge. “Can I get a rain check, honey?”

“It is ok. I think I will go down to the bar or to the after-party. It is still too early for sleep for me,” Jim replied with a hint of disappointment.

“I will make it worth your while tomorrow. Go have fun,” Debbie replied as she kissed Jim.

He made his way to the small bar that was near the reception that was still going strong. There were only about a half dozen stools at the bar but lucky for Jim, one was free. He paused for a moment and was a bit concerned since the open seat was next to Sandra, who might have caught him looking at her daughter earlier. He took the seat anyway especially since it was the only open seat.

“Fancy see you here,” Jim cheerfully commented as he sat down. Evidently, Sandra had been there awhile since there was both an empty cocktail glass in front of her and half full drink. “You had enough of the dancing?" 

Sandra turned her body slightly to face Jim. As she did, the bottom of her dress fell open revealing a slit in her black party dress that Jim had not noticed earlier as they were chatting during the cocktail hour. “No, just a bit bored. My husband left earlier to drink with some friends in the father of the bride’s room and left me, alone.”

Jim sensed her anger and then took a moment to check out Sandra. She had sandy blond shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, glossy red lips, and her dress, besides having that long slit showing off one of her shimmering stocking-covered legs, also had a plunging neckline revealing her enticing cleavage. The dress had buttons down the front, holding back her cleavage. The buttons went all the way down to the slit. Jim couldn’t stop wishing that a few more buttons were undone. Sandra was in her fifties but the dress certainly gave more than a hint of a tempting body underneath, Jim couldn’t help but steal lustful glances as they chatted.

Sandra was glad to have someone to talk to since her husband abandoned her to be with his friends. She wasn’t having a good evening but Jim’s furtive looks at her cleavage and legs were helping her spirits. Maybe a little playful teasing would make the evening even better, she thought. Sandra casually crossed her legs causing her dress slit to open even more.

Jim noticed the movement of Sandra’s legs and couldn’t help but glance down as she was chatting. He only looked for a moment but he thought he could get a glimpse of her peach-colored stocking tops. He tried to pay attention to Sandra but his eyes kept looking downward hoping to see more.

Sandra was enjoying the attention and pretended not to notice Jim’s leering looks at her legs and stockings. She had bought new lingerie in hopes of surprising her husband but maybe the lingerie will have a different use. She leaned forward as Jim was talking giving him a better view of her cleavage, if he so desired. She slightly smiled as she noticed his eyes drawn to her cleavage, especially after he apologized for losing his train of thought.

Their light conversation continued as they sipped their drinks. Jim tried to keep his eyes focused on Sandra but he was having a difficult time resisting glancing downward, enjoying either the sight of her sheer stocking-covered crossed legs or the deep cleavage between her breasts. Sandra felt her body warming up and wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or Jim’s lustful eyes. She certainly was enjoying his looks and those dark eyes seemed to be filled with forbidden thoughts that maybe she should explore.

At one point, Sandra uncrossed her legs and slowly opened them a bit revealing more of her thighs just as she was asking Jim a question. Jim’s eyes were drawn to the view of both of her thighs partially uncovered along with peach-colored stocking tops. It was like moths being attracted to lights, Jim just couldn’t resist looking.

“Jim, did you hear me?” Sandra asked coyly as her hand touched Jim’s thigh. While Sandra was enjoying Jim’s looks, she was also getting turned on by the growing bulge in his pants. As she touched him, she saw his bulge twitch and she felt both naughty and wanted, very different from her mood earlier.

“What? Sorry, what did you say?” Jim quickly replied as his eyes darted up to meet hers.

Sandra got bolder. “Do you always enjoy trying to look up women’s dresses?”

“What? No! What do you mean?” Jim asked incredulously.

Sandra leaned forward, her hand sliding slightly up Jim’s thigh, inching closer to his crotch, as she whispered in his ear, “I saw you earlier looking up my daughter’s dress and now you are trying to look up mine.”

This was so unlike Sandra to be this seductive and flaunting, she is usually waiting for her husband to take the lead. However, tonight between being pissed off at her husband leaving her for his buddies, wearing new lingerie, having more than a few drinks and Jim’s hungry looks, her inhibitions were dissolving. 

Jim’s face turned slightly red but then he recovered with a mischievous glint in his eye and he leaned forward, their faces now inches apart, and responded, “I must admit, your daughter’s flashing was a pleasant surprise but seeing your stocking-covered legs and a glimpse of your sexy stockings makes me want to see more.” Jim’s message was reinforced by him licking his lips and putting his hand on Sandra’s knee. 

Jim continued, now brushing her hair away, and whispered in her ear, “I want to see you without that dress on and discover what your pussy tastes like. Do your bra and panties match the stockings?” Jim’s hot breath on her neck and his comments were making her pussy so wet.

Now Sandra was blushing but also very turned on. 

Moments later, Jim and Sandra walked out of the bar needing to find a less public place. Suddenly Sandra had an idea, the bride’s mother had given her a key to the room that was used by the bride and the bride’s maids to get ready. No one should be there. Sandra shared her idea with Jim, who followed her to the room while enjoying the view of her shapely ass. 

Sandra let Jim in and then shut the door. A moment later Sandra was pressed against the wall as Jim kissed her passionately. She felt like a teenager again after the prom dance, sneaking off to make out but she could tell this was going to be more than that. She sensed his urgency as his hand slipped under her dress, squeezing her ass while the other hand was running through her hair. Her hands were busy as well as she stroked his cock through his pants. She shivered as his fingers first rubbed against her wet crotch and then again as a finger pressed down on clit through her panties.  Sandra was pinned between the wall and Jim’s body.

“Fuck, your panties are soaked!” Jim gasped as his fingers rubbed against her panty-covered cunt.

“Don’t stop,” pleaded Sandra as she fumbled with Jim’s belt.

“Not a chance,” Jim panted as he pushed her panties to the side and finger-fucked her sopping cunt.

“Fuck me!” begged Sandra as she finally undid Jim’s belt and his pants dropped to his ankles. Sandra looked down and caught a glimpse of Jim’s cock tip sticking out of his briefs, already glistening with pre-cum.

Jim suddenly backed away, stepping out of his pants while looking at an aroused and flustered Sandra. Jim growled, “Time for me to see if your bra and panties do match those stockings. Take off your dress!”

It was hard to tell who was more on fire at this point. 

Sandra's eyes locked on to his eyes as she unbuttoned the top of her dress, slowly, revealing a little more with every button, of her cleavage and encased plump boobs. Jim stood frozen in place. The peach lace bra seemed to barely contain her pale curvy boobs. Her large areolae were visible through the thin fabric along with her thick dark nipples. Sandra glanced down at Jim’s exposed cock and unconsciously licked her lips as his cock continued oozing pre-cum.

Then Sandra slipped the dress off her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Leaving Sandra with just her bra, panties, stockings, and her heels on. Jim just stood there, Sandra heard his breath, it was irregular, panting, wound up. She was wanted and it was making her so fucking horny.

“You are damn sexy,” Jim finally managed to speak after watching Sandra’s slow reveal. He took in her curves, those large boobs straining against the lace peach-colored bra, her pale stomach, and then the matching panties, solid peach on the sides and lacy and sheer near her crotch, revealing a patch of hair underneath.

“Spin around, let me see that ass of yours that I was admiring as we walked here.”

“I might surprise you,” Sandra replied as she spun around. Jim was indeed surprised since her panties just had a string along the top and the bottom around her thighs revealing her naked ass in all its glory.

“Damn!” Jim exclaimed as he stepped forward and smacked her ass. “Such a naughty wife.”

She beamed as she faced Jim again. “You have something I want,” she purred as she walked towards Jim, never breaking eye contact with him. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his briefs. His rigid cock sprang free. She grabbed the tip and while looking up to him, she sensually licked the underside of his shaft before swirling her tongue around the tip.

“Fuck!” Jim gasped as his hands grasped her head, his fingers running through her hair.

“Come here,” he moaned as he stumbled over to the edge of one of the beds, dragging Sandra along on her hands and knees. He sat down on the edge as Sandra’s tongue and mouth teased his cock. “Suck and lick my balls, my sexy cock sucker,” Jim urged as he lay down and spread his legs wider.

Sandra loved cock sucking and it showed. She avoided his leaking slit and held his throbbing shaft while she kissed and sucked on his balls, she then pulled his balls to the side and her tongue flickered around Jim’s asshole.

“Oh yes!” Jim moaned as his legs trembled and he held her head tight. “Don’t stop.” 

Sandra felt so wicked licking and teasing Jim’s ass. Her husband wanted her to do it but she always refused, but tonight was different. She wanted to be that hot wife that men craved and used and fucked hard. She might not be young and thin like those young women on the dance floor but she could still be hot in her own way.

She finally pulled away and spent a moment looking at Jim’s cock. It was so hard, the head glistening with pre-cum while his shaft glowed in the soft light of the room almost simmering, slick with her saliva. She stroked his shaft and again felt his legs tremble. She then rubbed her bra-covered boobs against his balls and shaft before finally engulfing his tip with her hot mouth.

“Fuck!” Jim gasped as he held her head tighter forcing more of his cock down her throat and began to do short thrusts, face-fucking her. Jim leaned up and saw her red lips sliding up and down his shaft as she sucked hard taking him even deeper. Jim fought the urge to cum. Sandra sensed it too and squeezed his ball hard and then continued to edge Jim. 

Sandra slid one hand up Jim’s stomach, so much firmer than her husband’s she thought, and then upwards to his chest until she found his nipple, erect. She pinched it, eliciting another gasp of pleasure from Jim. Sandra then pulled away from Jim’s grasp and unclasped her bra. She brushed it against his twitching cock before tossing it away.

“You liked these?” she teased as she squeezed her big boobs together and pulled on her thick pointy nipples. 

“I am going to devour them, kiss them, suck on them, and make you cum,” Jim growled as he reached for them. 

“Not so fast.” She smiled as she slapped his hand away before wrapping her tits around his shaft.

“Oh baby,” Jim moaned as he fell back onto the bed while Sandra rubbed her boobs up and down his shaft. 

“Feed me,” Sandra pleaded before again engulfing his cock with her mouth as she pushed her wet finger against his asshole.

“Ahhhhhh!” Jim exploded, releasing a torrent of built-up cum. Sandra sucked greedily as his hot cum filled her mouth. He was still coming as she milked his shaft and sprayed cum over her boobs. Sandra smiled, looked up at Jim with a hint of wickedness in her eyes, and slid up his body. In the process, she smeared his cum over both their bodies and then kissed Jim, sharing a bit of cum with him.

Jim wrapped his arms around her and while kissing her, rolled her onto her back.

“My turn, now,” he growled as he kissed her neck and shoulders before he started going lower.