Being originally from Yorkshire I was well placed to organise our corporate do at the Tour de France Grand Depart. We some budget left so I made sure my hotel room was a decent one. We had hospitality near to the finish line with plenty of free champagne. As usual we had a couple of last minute drop outs. I was hoping to get into the knickers of one of the marketing girls, but despite taking her to dinner the night before the race she was playing hard to get. It was late morning and everything was under control so I took a walk through the town. As I walked past a coffee shop/bar I heard someone call my name. it was my ex-wife’s step mother Pauline with a friend who I instantly recognised as Janet, someone I’d flirted with many years ago (at my wedding in fact). I sat with them for a while. They both lived about 8 miles away and were already on the fizzy stuff. Janet was being outrageous but I was more interested in Pauline. Now in her early fifties she had been late thirties when I married her step daughter. She was considerably younger than her husband - my ex wife’s father. ‘how is Peter?’ I enquired of him. ‘He’s not so good these days, since the stroke’ said Pauline. ‘Pauline!’ said Janet. ‘truth is’ (she carried on as her hand landed on my knee) ‘he’s a dribbling wreck. But at least he’s in a home, unlike my own useless sod’. I’d always liked Janet's humour! I’d almost forgotten how fine Pauline’s breasts were and although I hadn’t seen her in over 10 years she still looked great and I told her so. Turns out they were just planning on milling about for the day so I told them to come and enjoy some hospitality as we’d had a couple of drop outs. I agreed to meet them there an hour before the riders were due in town. They turned up on time. As the day ended and people started heading home I returned to Pauline and Janet who were still in our hospitality area and more than a little worse for wear. They were phoning around, trying to get a taxi without success. I told them to come back to the hotel with me for a while and they could get a taxi later. We were soon in my hotel suite. Janet wasted no time in raiding the minibar while Pauline took a look around. ‘lovely bathroom’ she said. ‘I could do with a soak’. ‘help yourself’ I said and settled on the sofa with Janet. ‘you sure you don’t mind?’ ‘no, not at all. Go ahead’I said,’ take your time darling, there’s no rush.’ Said Janet.‘OK I’ll leave the door unlocked in case one of you needs to come in’ And with that Pauline disappeared. Right on cue, as soon as the door closed Janet was on me, drink in one hand, other hand on my crotch, lips on mine. Eventually she had my trousers down enough to let my cock stand up and after a brief suck she hitched up her skirt, pulled aside her panties and impaled herself on me. She rode me frenetically until she reached an orgasm. I then turned her over and fucked her from behind on the edge of the sofa. Soon I was emptying my balls in her and we quickly pulled our clothes back on. Now I needed the loo but went down the corridor rather than disturb Pauline. Janet followed me to the ladies down the corridor. Eventually she returned. She kissed me on the lips and told me that she had to go and a taxi would be there very soon. ‘be gentle with Pauline’ she said. She popped in to the bathroom to see Pauline briefly and then she was gone. Five minutes later Pauline appeared in a bathrobe. ‘Janet has already gone’ I explained. ‘I know’ she said. ‘she needed to get back to her hubby’. ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked her. ‘fine’ she said ‘a little tired.’ She sat down on the sofa with me. ‘I’ll head back a little later if its ok with you’. I smiled at her. ‘Of course, that’s good with me. I have no other plans’ I told her. ‘I might have a shower’ I said. ‘you do that. I’ll fix us both a drink’. Said Pauline. But more of that later