Her friend had invited us to the wedding of her sister. I wasn’t that interested in going as it was likely to be a big family do and we wouldn’t really know anyone there. But it was at a hotel in the country which looked nice and I managed to book one of their rooms. So as the date got closer I was looking forward to getting away without the kids and hopefully having some good sex with the wife. When we get the time and space it’s still really good, she’s 42, with a pretty face, dyed blond bob and curvy size 14 or 16 depending on the month! We got there late and hadn’t eaten so the post wedding champagne was hitting the spot with both of us. Jo was looking very sexy, in a patterned maxi dress, wrap-around so you could see her bare legs as she walked, no bra on and a lacy thong. She’d already got me hard whilst we were getting ready when she turned round and cheekily stuck her bum out, asking if I could see the thong through her dress? I felt the blood pump to my cock as I saw the outline of her lacy thong, clearly visible through the fabric of her dress but said she looked fine, patted her bum and ushered her out of the room. After the ceremony it was the usual set up with a table plan of 7 or 8 tables. We sat through the speeches and the meal, probably drinking more than we should as we barely knew anyone and the wine was free and kept coming! It was a warm evening and after the meal the french windows were opened and people spilled outside. We were both feeling a little pissed so slipped out for some air. We found ourselves out on the balcony talking to a couple of older guys, they were uncles of the groom they said. Both must have been in their 60’s and were obviously quite affluent, they would have looked more at home on the golf course. One of them was a big chap, about 6’2 with a bit of a belly on him and big hands. The other was shorter, fatter and was obviously a bit of a side-kick to the bigger guy. They were talking about how uptodate their cars were and how their wives seemed to spend money like it was going out of fashion. I glanced across and saw two women who I presume were the wives, drinking prosecco at a table with a bunch of friends. As we were chatting they both kept staring at Jo’s tits, she’s a good 38c and her dress was showing quite alot of cleavage. As we stood talking she was swaying a little with the amount she had drunk and when she swayed towards the bigger chap he reached out to steady her, his arm gently brushing the side of her tit. I could see his friend had noticed but I don’t think Jo did. The bigger guy looked over at me expecting some reaction but I kept quiet and sipped my drink. We continued talking, this man occasionally reaching out to steady her she wobbled and each time, his arm brushed against her tit. After a while Jo heard a song that she liked and said we should dance, taking me by the hand and leading me back inside. The dancefloor was full and everyone was bumping into each other as we danced, Jo’s friend danced with us for a bit, she had smaller tits than Jo but a lovely slim body and I found my gaze drifting down to her short skirt, tight round her arse as we danced. After a bit I’d had enough and left them to it and went to get another drink and sit back to our table. Everyone seemed to be up dancing as the band had started and couldn’t see Jo for a bit. Scanning the dancefloor I saw her off towards the edge, dancing with the two men we’d met outside. They were twirling her round and doing the typical old man dancing at a wedding routine. As she was dancing with the short one, the bigger guy came up behind her, his hands on her hips, swaying to the music. He was very close, pressing himself against her arse. I could imagine how her hips felt under his hands as he moved against her and felt my heart race when I realised he must have a hard on. I think she might have sussed at this point because she span round quickly, moving away from him, but they all seemed to be laughing and he still had hold of one of her hands. I could see the short guy staring at her bum as his friend pulled her closer to him. His hands snaking round till they were on her arse cheeks, a hand on each cheek, either side of her thong. She pulled away at this point and backed straight into the shorter one who had seen his mate have a feel and thought he’d have a go too. One hand went round her waist from behind, the other went straight round to grope her tit, getting a good feel of it. As she struggled to pull away from him the other guy moved towards her and for a few seconds she was sandwiched between these two old guys, one of them groping her tits and the other pressing himself against her as they danced. The music stopped and the DJ started making some announcements so she pulled away from them. Both the guys were laughing as she stumbled off the dancefloor back to me at the table. She made some comment about cheeky bastards on the dancefloor but she didn’t know that I'd seen everything. She went off to the toilet leaving me sat there with a massive erection, I'd got so hard watching those two old guys grope her on the dancefloor and done nothing to stop it. As I sat there the bigger guy came past my table on the way to the bar and winked at me, adjusting himself in his trousers as he walked by me. I sat there thinking what a cheeky old bugger but couldn’t help myself becoming erect again as I imagined how great her arse would have felt when his hands were on both her cheeks. I waited a while for her to come back, must have been about 10 or 15 mins. Looking over at the bar I saw the two old guys chatting, the bigger one was holding out two of his fingers and his mate was sniffing them and laughing, slapping him on the back as they clinked glasses. I got up and went to find Jo, walking down the corridor towards the toilets. There was noone about and I noticed her sat in a little alcove, just past the toilets. She was obviously worse for wear and slumped against the side of the seat, she looked a bit disheveled and I picked her up and told her we needed to go back to our room. On the way up she was muttering about there being some dirty old bastards at this wedding but she was slurring her words and I couldn’t make them out properly. Managed to get her back to the room and let her down on the bed, her dress slipping open over her thighs. I was still really turned on after seeing her on the dancefloor so knelt down between her open legs and pushed her skirt open a little further till I could see her lacy thong. It had ridden across to the side and her cunt was on show. I could see she looked very moist and her lips maybe looked a little puffy. I couldn’t resist and started kissing and licking her, my tongue slipping between her lips, tasting her juices. She smelt very musky and I pressed my face against her, my tongue flicking inside her, my nose against her clit. Even though I was pretty pissed I was so hard, and just undid my trousers, pulled my cock out and pushed it straight into her. She was half asleep but she gasped as I entered her and then moaned a little as I held up inside her. I raised myself up over her, groping her tits through her dress, her nipples were like two little bullets and started to hump her. Her cunt felt so hot and slippery on my cock that it didn’t take me long to cum, her tits wobbling as I finished off inside her. She moaned and muttered something as I rolled off her and then turned over to sleep. I lay on my back, my cock all wet from her cunt. I couldn’t help thinking about those two old men again and how it had turned me on to see them groping her. I wondered if she had felt their cocks against her when they danced and felt my cock stirring again as I played it through in my head. Looking over at my wife, fast asleep, I decided I needed another drink. The disco was still going so I pulled my trousers back up and went back down to the bar.