The three men and I were all standing together a few feet behind her. It was as if I wasn’t her husband at all, but merely another member of her cap...tive audience. The old man had his hands in the pockets of his overcoat and it was obvious that he was rubbing his cock. “Well, what do you think, guys?” she asked, turning towards the group of us. It wasn’t my opinion alone that she sought this time. “Very sexy,” the stocky one spoke up. “Very fucking sexy.” “Yeah,” the younger one said. “You look. “I don’t know, but if we both enjoy it, maybe we should find out?” Hannah thought for a moment, “OK. Good friends, who like to play umm.... games and.... maybe sleep together.” “Really?” it was Tom’s turn to be surprised. “Maybe, if you do as I say.” The next two hours was spent eating the meal that Hannah had prepared. Tom ate as well as anyone who was locked in a fiddle could eat. His mishaps seemed to a constant source of amusement for Hannah, although at no point was she tempted to release. Turning around, my erection was bouncing playfully in the air. Her right arm lifted and I soon felt her fingers rubbing lightly back and forth on the length of my protrusion.“Have you been a good boy this year?” she asked playfully, cupping my balls in her hand. My cock bobbed it’s confirmation to her question.“Do you want to slide into a wet chimney?” she asked. Again, the up and down bobbing of my shaft gave her the answer. She leaned up and kissed the tip of my cock which was oozing proof of. I walked into the house and found the lights off. Nobody was home so I went to my small bedroom and began undressing. It had been a long day. As I was undressing I heard a faint noise at my door. I turned around to find my sister staring at me. Megan was two years older than me, but from the time I was born she would follow me around. "Hey, sis, Whats up?" I said as I took off my shirt. "I was just walking down the hall when I saw you taking your clothes off," she said as she stepped closer to.