3 comments/ 15520 views/ 3 favorites My Hands…. Your Feet... By: marathonboy2 Author's Note: This is my first submission, and in fact my first attempt at erotic writing. I would appreciate any comments of constructive criticism. **************************** "I'm home Babe," Jay said as he walked in the door from a long day at the office. He immediately started pulling off the monkey suit, obligatory for his position at one of the "big bad banks". It always strikes him as funny though, because despite his position of relative power and success in the office, the last few months has seen quite a change for him at home. "Hi Honey," Meg replied, still sitting at her home office perch where she worked remotely for an advertising firm. Shortish auburn hair pulled up, pencil behind her ear, red framed glasses low on her nose, legs crossed with a sexy yet understated 3-inch heel dangling tantalizingly off the foot of her crossed leg. Jay strolled over and leaned in for a kiss.. Meg, taken aback slightly, gave him the quick aunt-June-esque peck that Jay had unfortunately become accustomed to as of late. They chatted for a few minutes about their respective day before Jay made his way upstairs to finish changing clothes, staring at his wife's perfect feet for a moment before rounding the corner to their room. Meg has beautiful feet; strike that, they're exquisite! Size 6.5, high arches and small, perfectly shaped toes, made all the better by beautifully delicate ankles and legs that were made to be shown off in high heels! Painfully aware of his achingly hard cock as he pulled off his dress slacks, he snuck back around the corner to their bedroom and loosed it from his boxer briefs as he spied on her feet. She absent mindedly swayed her crossed leg as her shoe dangled from those beautiful toes of hers. He started rubbing his cock, entranced by how soft her feet appeared to be from this week's pedicure. He hated having to resort to this, but Megan's recent lack of sexual interest drove him to funny things in order to maintain his sexual sanity. Not wanting to splatter cum all over the landing above the stairs leading downstairs, he stuffed his cock back in, sighed and went back to putting away his cuff links and polished cap-toe oxfords. He would occasionally reminisce about how things used to be, how ravenously hungry in bed she was not even that long ago. She used to bury her head in his lap on road trips, sucking his cock hungrily as he drove; on occasion sucking on and off for the entire trip until getting home when she would run inside and immediately fuck him silly. He would regularly reach under her skirt while having dinner out, fingering her pussy even as the server refilled her glass of wine; and after one such occasion, upon reaching the car in the parking lot after dinner, bent over and hiked up her skirt for Jay to fuck her right there in the open. They rarely made it through a movie at home, as Meg inevitably would wind up riding his cock like a bucking bronco. She loved his cock - god help him the nights she went out for drinks with the girls though. On more than one occasion he would wake up as Meg threw a leg over his face, not even taking the time to pull her already soaking wet panties off before riding his face as if it were a Sybian. He loved it though - the knowledge that she was simply using his tongue and face to get off was an amazing turn-on. Sputtering among her juices, gasping for air, the tangy combination of sweat from the dance floor and her building cum was intoxicating to him. After cumming as many times as she pleased, she would eventually collapse and pass out, and on these occasions, he would sometimes lube up her feet and treat himself to a footjob from his now passed out wife. These days were different however. He could never really understand why things changed or where that amazing sex drive went, but the new reality was simply that she didn't have as much interest as she used to. He loved her though, and this change didn't affect the degree to which he was committed to loving her and her alone. This simply meant that he had to find different, more creative ways to stay reasonably satisfied. The evening proceeded as usual and they eventually found themselves on the couch for a bit of TV before bed; Jay with his head at the intersection of the "L"-shaped sectional couch and Meg with her head at the other end, placing her feet just inches from his face. It had been a few days since he had last been able to steal away a few minutes to peruse his favorite erotic literature website which, combined with this afternoon's stealth cock rubbing, meant that he had some pent up "energy" to release. Meg was noodling on her ipad, which Jay was hoping precluded her from noticing the amount of attention he was paying to her feet. What started as an occasional glance, turned into a near constant worship, which soon led to his cock tenting the pajama pants he had changed into earlier. He slowly moved one hand into his pants and began very quietly rubbing his cock's engorged head. Adding a playful tickle to her feet, she giggled slightly and reached down with her foot and pushed on his face with the ball of her foot... "Cut it out you goober," Meg said. Jay thought he would cum right then and there. Under the guise of natural repositioning, Jay moved closer to Meg's feet. He could now reach out with his tongue and lick the bottom of her foot if he wanted to. With the hand not currently rubbing his cock, he reached over and gently stroked the top of Meg's left foot. He did this often, an innocuous show of affection, occasionally done absent-mindedly to show he was thinking of her. This time however he was hoping that by stroking the top of her foot, she would naturally flex her foot downward, which to his pleasure she did. Her toes made contact with the bridge of his nose.. "What are you doing silly boy," she cooed. "Nothing Sweetie, you know I love your feet," replied Jay. He kissed the foot he was now stroking, eliciting a barely audible giggle from Meg, but still, she never moved the ipad. Meg never withdrew her feet, although occasionally she would cross one over the other. Jay continued to rub his cock, and with each passing minute that she didn't confront or scold him, he became more obvious about the fact that he was full on masturbating to her feet. He could feel his orgasm building and with lust clouding his mind, he slipped a couple of her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. She pushed the foot now in his mouth further in, and with the other foot, she smothered the rest of his face, pushing him over the edge and sending geysers of cum shooting from his cock. Jay couldn't tell if this was fueled by Meg's anger, or an acknowledgement that she knew it would be a turn-on, but at the time, Jay couldn't care less. With the last waves of orgasm subsiding, his hand slowed, and Meg withdrew her feet from Jay's face. "You made a mess," is all she said, as Jay embarrassingly got up to go clean himself up. Not knowing how to respond, he said nothing. Days passed and Jay would occasionally replay the encounter in his head. He had never so blatantly pleasured himself in front of Meg outside of what was otherwise a sexually charged situation. He enjoyed the memory. He liked the feeling of putting himself in a subservient position to Meg - the fact that she was not even actively involved in his pleasure oddly seemed more erotic than anything. Previous to this point he had been obsessive of hiding the fact that he occasionally needed sexual release. Whether going to bed early to rub one out, or occasionally masturbating in the bathroom, he had never emboldened himself to do something like this. The following week, Meg was packing for a weekend trip she was making to Austin. The trip would require her attending an evening event and so was going through her trademark packing, unpacking, repacking process when it grabbed her that she wanted these heels or that dress instead of something that may or may not have already been packed. Along the way, she asked his opinion of one combination or another, a process he always enjoyed because she would prance around in panties and bra, wearing the left of one shoe and the right of another. As pulled together as she aways presents herself to everyone else in life, Jay always chuckled to himself that the Meg he knew was at times quite a mess. On this occasion, she had more or less decided on wearing her new Christian Louboutine pumps, a black polished four-inch stiletto, with fire engine red sole. Propped up by a needle-thin post, the shiny leather upper was low-cut around the beautiful curvature of her foot. Her impossibly high arches peeked over the instep of the shoe and showed delectable hints of her toes near the conservatively pointed toe. These were an unbelievably sexy pair of heels and undoubtedly Jay's favorite of her vast collection! Jay laid on the bed, watching her pacing back and forth, wearing these heels proudly with her everyday cotton boyshort panties and a t-shirt bra that didn't match. Oddly, Jay thought she had never looked so sexy in her entire life! He had been fighting his growing hard-on for about twenty minutes to this point, but thinking back to his bravery on the couch, decided "to hell with it" and pulled his cock out. This time, he reached over to his bed-side table and got out some lube, making no effort to hide his intention. His wet hand on slippery cock made grotesque sex noises and despite Meg walking in and out of the bedroom from the bathroom, to closet, back to suitcase which was on the floor at the foot of the bed, she never verbally acknowledged or in any way made issue with the fact that he was masturbating while watching her. She would occasionally bend over to place things in the suitcase, but in doing so, was not overly sexy - in fact it was rather utilitarian how she did it, but as was the case last time, the fact that she was making no effort to be "sexy" was somehow even hotter. He prolonged cumming as best he could - occasionally having to stop touching his cock altogether as it would bounce up at him begging to cum. He had no idea Meg was paying attention to him at all, but as it always used to be, Meg knew exactly when Jay was about to cum, and surprised him by coming over and propping her heeled foot right next to his cock. Similar to the effect of having been smothered with her feet, the presentation of an exquisitely shaped high heeled foot immediately in front of his cock on the edge of cumming, Jay grunted and sent ropes of thick cum flying halfway up Meg's leg. He didn't want this orgasm to end, pulling shot after shot of cum onto her outstretched foot and leg, but as it faded and the final shiver rocked his spine, he collapsed backward onto the bed. In his post-coital stupor, Jay realized Meg was standing there waiting for him to clean her now drenched foot, shoe and leg. He immediately jumped up, grabbed a hand towel, and knelt down in front of her leg still propped up on the bed, nearly face to face with her cotton covered pussy. Still incapable of coherent thought, Jay began to clean up his mess - cock still twitching occasionally. He cleaned her leg, wiping downward toward her calf and ankle. Propped how it was, he was inches from that beautifully curved instep of hers as it peaked out from her Louboutine's. She cleared her throat as he had obviously lost focus on his duty, and said "Hello, I'm trying to get stuff done here." Her first words in over twenty minutes. He got her cleaned up and with a smile, she turned on a heel and started to walk away toward the closet. He sat back, falling indian style with his back against the bed and his now wilting cock splayed between his legs, smiling to himself with pleasure. He was about to get up when she walked back by and with a shit-eating grin, turned her ass to his face, bent over slightly and backed up into him. She made heavy contact with his face and pinned him between her ass and the mattress. It felt like she sat all 105 pounds of her petite frame directly on his face and wiggling a little bit, teased, "you've become the brave little exhibitionist, haven't you - rubbing your cock whenever and wherever you want, huh?" Jay muffled an inaudible reply, to which Meg simply got up and went back about her packing. He never knew if the face-sitting was for her benefit, or his; if it was intended to assert her dominance, or if there really was no reason whatsoever. In the end, this evening's events became the fodder for many many future nights of self-relief to come. He was feeling his way through this odd time in their relationship, but was confident they could whether the storm. After all, he loved her more than life itself and he couldn't see that changing for any reason at all.