As I set foot in the kitchen, I was presented with a full glass of cold beer, and a warm smile. Mum didn't approve of me drinking beer away from home....Sally knew it, and Mum knew she gave it to me anyway. All of that made it so much more fun."Come talk to me, Paul. How was the beach?"Sally was a chatterbox, and I took a sip of the beer before answering. "It was unexpectedly good, actually, Sally. Where's Mike?" Mike was my step-uncle, I guess. He and Sally had been 'shacked up' as Mum said, for. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She should have triedthe hood first, not worn this or that, not used the handcuffs etc. buteach regret just emphasized the futility of her position. Regrets wereuseless as the locks did not listen and they remained firmly shut keepingher in this strict bondage position that she had devised. To tie yourselfup knowing it will take a long time to get free is one thing. To tieyourself up and then realize you are likely never to get free by yourselfis another.With nothing. John watched as I used the back of my hand to wipe away the mess. He helped me to my feet and kissed me. He swirled his tongue in my mouth and tasted himself. He slid his hand between my legs and found my clit. I propped my on the side of the tub to allow him. We continued to kiss, he slid two fingers into my hole and ground his palm against my clit. I wrapped my arms tightly around him for leverage and rocked my hips. I pressed my clit hard against his large hands and felt my orgasm release.. I certainly heard plenty of moans to make me go to bed and jack off to the noise. The sound of Mom gettin’ religion was unforgettable, the way that she kept shouting God’s name. If they ever went through with this cuckold/hotwife stuff, it wouldn’t be due to failure to satisfy either of them.A few hours later... “Wake up, horndog!” I heard Jessica call me that nickname with a giggle in her voice.“Horndog? Horndog? Is that the best put down that you can devise, sis?” I retorted as I awoke.