Sarah arched her back and let out a muffled squeal as she failed to contain her moan of pleasure, her soft white porcelain cheeks pressed down into the cold glass of the coffee table, the gentle clink of the steel buckle on the new collar around her throat against the glass with every spasm of her body, the pinch of her husband's fingers squeezing between her D cup breasts and the tabletop to tease her sensitive pink nipples, the cool air on her naked back and the curves of her bare ass making her so painfully aware of how exposed she was here in the middle of the living-room on this sunny afternoon, but all of those things paled into insignificance to the sensation of his fingers.
Behind her, spreading and exploring her for the first time with a confidence that had shocked her, Sarah's father-in-law Phil was driving her toward orgasm like a runaway train, his thick, rough digits twisting and curling inside her sex as if his son wasn't kneeling beside him and his wife wasn't preparing dinner innocently on the opposite side of the kitchen counter a dozen feet in front of his whimpering naked daughter-in-law.
It had started as a game of Truth or Dare, some light hearted family fun before the afternoon football game, and Sarah had been surprised that her lovely mother-in-law Gwen had not only been ok with the choice of game, but had seemingly encouraged Sarah, Phil and Chris to do anything they wanted without hurting one another during the game, only to drop the final dare on her daughter-in-law... To take the flirting to the next level and confront Chris and his father with just how far they wanted to take things.
Right now, none of that was in Sarah's mind. Any reservations she had previously carried, any personal history or hang-ups, any sexual preferences or limits, any self-consciousness or doubt, gone. In under half an hour her husband and his father had got her to agree to their commands, to let them collar her, to serve them, and more than that, her body had responded to the challenge in full, stripping herself in front of them, kneeling for them and bringing each of them nearly to climax one after the other with the most skill and enthusiasm her soft hands and wet mouth had ever performed for a cock, let alone two at once.
Chris was by far the taller of the two, only a few years older than his wife and nearly as fair skinned as she was, while his father, Phil, was a shorter and far more heavyset older man, twice Sarah's age and showing all of his 65-odd years in the crevasses and crags of his tanned and weather-beaten features. Phil's hair was dark and shot with grey, where Chris was blonde like Sarah and his mother Gwen, and even in the throes of her over-stimulation, Sarah's body registered the contrast between their fingers and their touch as well, with Chris' longer and more nimble fingers tweaking, rubbing and pinching her nipples with the practiced skill and familiar patterns of their decade of love-making, while his father's broad rough hands practically filled her from behind, taking full control of not only her throbbing wet pussy, but her mind and body as the latest thrust of his hand elicited another whimper from her.
Sarah's hand reached out clumsily beside her, her teeth biting into her soft bottom lip and her eyes screwed tightly shut as her fingers wrapped desperately around the long thickness of her husband's erect cock, trembling and shaking with every stroke as she urgently tried to jerk him off while her thighs quivered and stomach clenched in response to the building waves of climax driven by the older fingers of her father-in-law deep within her.
"God yes, I love you so fucking much" Chris said in a breathy voice beside her, his slender hands now groping her breasts, his knuckles flat against the glass of the table as his gorgeous wife continued to press her head down obediently, presenting her now dripping pussy as high into the air as her back could manage, showing her hairless sex to his father so shamelessly as Phil's big hands gripped the round cheek of her ass for further leverage as three thick fingers of his dominant hand continued to make Sarah weak at the knees, her juices now trickling down to the thick wrists of the older man.
"Thank you" was all Sarah whimpered in reply, she loved Chris dearly, but with the ever-present sensation of the collar against her throat and the spreading warmth and pressure of orgasm being driven up through her pussy by her powerful father-in-law, her mind was blank to anything but obedience and pleasure.
Suddenly the fingers pulled out and Phil's booming deep voice filled the spacious home with a hearty chuckle and groan of approval as he sucked his daughter-in-law's juices from his fat fingers, savouring the taste even as he looked down at her fully exposed ass and pussy, his cock gripped tightly in his left fist already trying to fight the urge to empty his balls right here and now.
"Should we give her permission to cum yet?" Chris asked, a playful and teasing tone obvious despite Sarah's inability to see the smirk on her husband's handsome face.
"Do you think you've been a good girl?" Phil asked her, no longer touching her at all, but watching hungrily as Sarah's soft white thighs and ass twitched and wriggled in front of him as if searching for his hands and cock on their own.
"Y-yes, Sir"
"Don't stop stroking me!" Chris warned, and took a half step forward, as his wife's fingers tightened obediently around his throbbing shaft and picked up the faltering pace into a steadier and more intentional hand job despite her now ragged breathing.
"S-Sorry, Sir, Yes, Sir"
The words were automatic, the use of title and subservience natural to her broken mind despite no specific instruction from either man, but the words delivered so sincerely by the gorgeous curvy blonde face down between them caused both father and son to let out a subtle grunt of approval as their cocks swelled to their limits of hardness.
"On your knees"
As Sarah struggled to push herself up onto her hands and knees, she gave a slight squeal of surprise as her elbows and knees threatened to give out beneath her, her whole body nearly vibrating with anticipation and pleasure, her empty head tingling with light. Wearing only her new leather collar, the curvy blue-eyed blonde slid off the table and onto the thick rug, not even registering the brief glimpse of her mother-in-law Gwen in the kitchen, now leaning against the counter watching intently, one of Sarah's home-baked cookies held to her mouth as she quietly looked on.
"Look at me"
Sarah's eyes were bright with her need for approval as she looked up into the faces of Phil and Chris, towering over her, their cocks looming above her upturned face as her hands reached up and began feverishly to stroke and squeeze and jerk them, her pussy threatening to drip onto the rug as a small trail of stickiness ran down her inner thigh with every movement of her arms and accompanying bounce of her perky breasts.
