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.