As it happened, my son's wife Wendy had just completed her university education, graduating from a Mid-Western University with an MA in Geography. This was a fortuitous coincidence because I was planning a business trip to India. Our company was following the trend and was going to open a phone-bank in India to answer questions concerning our business.
The company wasn't proud of out-sourcing, but it was good business. So I was being sent to travel to major cities to survey the situation and I was allowed to take my wife with me. However, my wife was disabled, so I asked for the favor of taking Wendy instead. After all, she had a degree in Geography and had specialized in southeast asian cultures. And I had always liked my son's choice of ladies.
So, she was thrilled as was I. My son, Gregory didn't mind at all. He was twenty-four and still working on his PhD. I had never travelled alone with Wendy and I had high hopes that business could be mixed with pleasure. I was not a very good Daddy to my son, was I?
I myself was an older father, not having married until I was thirty-four. So, since Wendy was twenty-four just as she graduated, I was fifty-eight. But I kept myself fit and in shape, and felt a lot younger. Wendy was a redhead, like her mother and father. That was their Scottish heritage and like most Celts, she had lovely legs and freckles all over, with perky breasts always pointing upward. My family was French in background, so my son and I had dark hair.
I was still in good physical condition because I had served in the Army National Guard until my forties, and I had maintained the physical training regimen I had learned. My body had a little belly, but the rest was still strong and lusty, especially lusting after beautiful women.
My beautiful daughter-in-law and I started our journey from LAX. We flew across the Pacific to Hawaii and from there on to Singapore. We finally ended up in India. We first landed in Mumbai and went to a luxury hotel. The business was paying for everything so we went for the best.
We arrived late in the afternoon and Wendy decided she wanted to go down to the pool. My business had booked a two-bedroom suite, but at the desk, while Wendy was wandering around the lovely courtyard, I had the clerk change it to just a room and bath with two large beds. I had plans.
So when we arrived at our room, she decided to change into a bikini and go down to the pool. This hotel catered to Westerners, so there was no thought of the morals of the locals. We did as we would at home. As she changed in the bathroom the door stood ajar. I could see everything in the full mirror on the bathroom wall.
It was astonishing, especially for a horny old man who had never seen his son's wife naked. Of course, her red hair tumbled about her shoulders and her whole sweet body was covered in freckles. No problem there. Her perky titties pointed at the ceiling and in the mirror I could see she was following the fashion. Her pussy was completely bare and you could see her little clit and her soft labia, so enticing to an old pervert.
Soon, however, she had put on her bikini and was heading down to the pool. I would have went with her but my dick was too hard. She would have seen it standing out from a bathing suit.
So I watched a Bollywood movie on the television, not understanding a word but soaking up the local beauties. The women were dark, exotic and very sensuous. I went ahead and jerked off as I watched them. Suddenly, with keyless entry, Wendy was in the room and I was on the edge of my bed with a hard on in my hand. She blushed as only Scots can.
"Wait," I thought, "This is perfect. Use your plan."
So, I stood up and pointed my cock at her.
"Haven't you seen one of these before, Wendy?"
She continued blushing.
"But it's wrong to see yours."
"Wendy, I've learned over the years that nothing is wrong, unless it hurts someone."
"But, John, you're my father-in-law. That has to be wrong, of course."
"No, Wendy, it isn't wrong. It's how I met my wife. I was dating her sister. One evening I stopped by and she was out, but your mother-in-law was in and one thing led to another, and we fucked in her bedroom that night. No one was too upset. My sister-in-law is now happily married to her lesbian lover. Things work out if people just try to be happy with each other."
So she shyly walked over to me and I simply held her. I was feeling her wet bikini soaking into my white shirt, but not caring. Then, I tilted her pointed chin upward and kissed her softly. Not as we had in the past, but with a new passion occurring. And as I nibbled on her lips she touched mine with her tongue as if experimenting.
The experiment intensified and I finally untied her bikini top and started sucking on her pink nipples. This, I could tell, was something she'd enjoyed a lot in the past, because she wasn't afraid to put her hand on my head and mash my face into her breasts.
"Oh, god, I love my tits sucked. Harder John, harder. Bite them."
This was certainly going well. The whole trip was now a success. What could make it better?
We both frantically threw clothing around the room and we tried to stay lip-locked. Finally, we were both naked and she looked at me in a whole new light.
"You have such a beautiful cock, John. Do you want to bruise my pussy with it?"
Nothing more needed saying. I threw her on one of the bed and spread her long lithe legs. I put them on my shoulders and rammed a hard cock into my son's wife.
She grunted and moaned and made sexual noises. She was begging for more fucking. Over and over, more fucking. I gave it to her. And when I felt her pussy pulsating in a strong come I shot a huge load of spunk up her pussy. I had been snipped years ago. I feared no surprises.
We were both especially tired from the long trip and the long fuck and we both fell asleep almost immediately.
In the morning I awoke first. A leftover habit from the military. And I contemplated my Wendy, the scholar whore on the bed beside me. All was good.
We got cleaned up for the day. Not without a little slap and tickle, but nothing serious. We had plans to go to a local university to do some research. I still had to find a good place for our phone-bank and Wendy had research to do on India. She had been admitted to a doctoral program and was starting early on her research on the Indian subcontinent.
As we were going up the steps of the library a lovely Indian woman was coming down. Suddenly she stumbled, and I was close enough to catch her. I also caught her smell. It was Jasmine. Lovely.