Being Cuckolded #34 Not Just A Foot Massage
I gently held my wife's feet in my hands as I applied moisturizer, carefully rubbing it in. I did this every Friday, a ritual worship of sorts, my wife loved it.
She sat there relaxed, slouched on the sofa wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I had shaved her pussy and legs earlier after her bath, naturally I tried to get some after I was done, but was denied in favor of a foot rub. It was hard to kneel there beneath her, seeing those soft thighs gently parted, not enough to see further...but to know what was beyond.
Her eyes closed, a sly smile of contentment on her lips. Her knees parted ever so slightly further, my heart raced eager to taste her, then I felt my cage move as her other foot pressed onto it. Her eyes never opened, I couldn't decide if she knew she was resting on it.
"There's a guy at work..." My wife whispered to me, eyes still closed.
I continued massaging, patiently listening, wondering where this statement was going.
"He's been working in the office for about a year now."
Working my fingers between each toe, rubbing upward to the soft tips.
"He's leaving at the end of next week.." my wife sighed, her toes curling as I worked up the sole with my thumbs.
I looked up at her, eyes still closed, smiling away in her own little world. Whatever she was saying seemed to have drifted off into silence. I felt it was my responsibility to pick it back up for some reason, like it was left for me to work with.
"Are you doing a collection then?"
"Hmm? oh yeah probably, he's off to Scotland."
"Don't Envy him...it's cold enough here!"
She laughed, changing feet for me, digging her other heel between my legs and nudging at my cage again.
"Got a lovely bum..."
My turn to laugh. "You've noticed then."
"Sometimes."
"You flirted with him?"
"A little." She opened her eyes momentarily, checking to see if I was ok with it.
I just smiled, I like that she shares things like this with me, that she trusts me enough to.
"Have you.... done anything else?"
"No of course not, not without you baby."
For several minutes we sat there in silence, my wife dozily nodding off as I rubbed her feet. She was asking me, she never said it, but she was. That little voice of masculinity still stamping its feet in my head not to do it, not to answer. I swallowed to steel myself and spoke quietly, as if trying to avoid her hearing me.
"Maybe you should....if you like him."
A few more minutes of silence passed, while I mentally kicked myself for giving in. "You think?"
"He's leaving, won't complicate things at work."
"It's naughty though, you wouldn't like it."
Ok so now I'm the one arguing for my wife to have sex with him....see how that gets twisted?
"I don't mind honey."
"Ok then...if you're sure."
"How will you manage it?"
"I thought the storeroom would work, nobody goes in there most of the time and it has a spare desk for..... support."
I smiled to myself, she's already thought this through. "You think he would?" A tiny hopeful whimper of reluctance still in my voice.
"Hmmm" was all my wife said as I made circles around the ball of her big toe.
"What will you wear for him?"
"Usual stuff, still gotta work, you can pick baby."
"Oh ok"
My wife pulled her feet away and opened up her bath robe, parting her legs fully on the cushions of the sofa, she patted her pussy and winked at me. "Come on then" she beamed.
She sat there relaxed, slouched on the sofa wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I had shaved her pussy and legs earlier after her bath, naturally I tried to get some after I was done, but was denied in favor of a foot rub. It was hard to kneel there beneath her, seeing those soft thighs gently parted, not enough to see further...but to know what was beyond.
Her eyes closed, a sly smile of contentment on her lips. Her knees parted ever so slightly further, my heart raced eager to taste her, then I felt my cage move as her other foot pressed onto it. Her eyes never opened, I couldn't decide if she knew she was resting on it.
"There's a guy at work..." My wife whispered to me, eyes still closed.
I continued massaging, patiently listening, wondering where this statement was going.
"He's been working in the office for about a year now."
Working my fingers between each toe, rubbing upward to the soft tips.
"He's leaving at the end of next week.." my wife sighed, her toes curling as I worked up the sole with my thumbs.
I looked up at her, eyes still closed, smiling away in her own little world. Whatever she was saying seemed to have drifted off into silence. I felt it was my responsibility to pick it back up for some reason, like it was left for me to work with.
"Are you doing a collection then?"
"Hmm? oh yeah probably, he's off to Scotland."
"Don't Envy him...it's cold enough here!"
She laughed, changing feet for me, digging her other heel between my legs and nudging at my cage again.
"Got a lovely bum..."
My turn to laugh. "You've noticed then."
"Sometimes."
"You flirted with him?"
"A little." She opened her eyes momentarily, checking to see if I was ok with it.
I just smiled, I like that she shares things like this with me, that she trusts me enough to.
"Have you.... done anything else?"
"No of course not, not without you baby."
For several minutes we sat there in silence, my wife dozily nodding off as I rubbed her feet. She was asking me, she never said it, but she was. That little voice of masculinity still stamping its feet in my head not to do it, not to answer. I swallowed to steel myself and spoke quietly, as if trying to avoid her hearing me.
"Maybe you should....if you like him."
A few more minutes of silence passed, while I mentally kicked myself for giving in. "You think?"
"He's leaving, won't complicate things at work."
"It's naughty though, you wouldn't like it."
Ok so now I'm the one arguing for my wife to have sex with him....see how that gets twisted?
"I don't mind honey."
"Ok then...if you're sure."
"How will you manage it?"
"I thought the storeroom would work, nobody goes in there most of the time and it has a spare desk for..... support."
I smiled to myself, she's already thought this through. "You think he would?" A tiny hopeful whimper of reluctance still in my voice.
"Hmmm" was all my wife said as I made circles around the ball of her big toe.
"What will you wear for him?"
"Usual stuff, still gotta work, you can pick baby."
"Oh ok"
My wife pulled her feet away and opened up her bath robe, parting her legs fully on the cushions of the sofa, she patted her pussy and winked at me. "Come on then" she beamed.
11 年 前
