Grant sat hunched over his laptop. His desk illuminated by a single dim lamp as he typed away furiously. The tired man sat back and rubbed his eyes slowly, he had been plugging away at this spreadsheet for hours and he felt like he wasn’t making any progress. He heard a quiet knock, and he turned to see his wife Faye standing in the doorway. She was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts that went down to her knees.
“You coming to bed soon?” She asked.
“Not sure,” Grant replied curtly. His eyes returning to his laptop. He felt his wife wrap her arms around him and squeeze him tight.
“Oh, come on,” she whispered sweetly in his ear. “I know how to make you relax.” Grant could feel his wife’s tongue tracing the edge of his ear lobe. He felt a tingle roll down his spine.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he gently pulled Faye’s arms off him. “I really am, but my boss has been on my ass about this report and if I don’t have it done by tomorrow, she’s going to kill me.”
“She?” Faye mused quietly. Her eyes narrowed slightly before she bent down and gave her husband a sweet kiss on the cheek. “I totally understand babe. You have to do what you have to do.” She kissed him once more before turning and walking out of the office. Grant growled under his breath as he returned to his work. He cursed this stupid report that was keeping him from his gorgeous and clearly horny wife. However, with the sexual desire growing in his gut (and the fact that he hadn’t jacked off in what seemed like days) he was passionately motivated and was able to finish his work in record time. The elated man skipped delightedly to the bedroom, only to have his heart sink when he found his wife snoring peacefully under the covers. He sighed, annoyed and defeated, he carried himself over to the bathroom. As he showered Grant thought longingly about what he missed out on, simply because he was afraid of a possible conflict with his boss. He remained annoyed as he toweled himself off, he was annoyed as he brushed his teeth, and he was annoyed as he crawled into bed.
“I need to stop with this workaholic bullshit,” he thought. “Why can’t I pull myself away from that damn laptop.” He looked over at his wife and felt a pang of remorse for how he probably made her feel rejected tonight. “I’ll apologize in the morning,” he thought as he drifted off. He was completely exhausted, and sleep came quick and hard.
As he slumbered Grant dreamt that he was floating through a series of pink clouds that were continuously pulsating in and out around his naked body. He felt a pleasant warmth wrapping itself around his cock, engorging it slowly. He let the warmth engulf him and was ready to be taken away by the pleasure. However, a sharp pain quickly brought him back.
“Graaaaaant…” The groggy man heard a sinister sounding voice call to him. He felt a stinging sensation across his face. “You awake yet sweety?” Grant’s eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but he could make out a figure sitting at the foot of the bed. He tried to sit up, but something was holding him down.
“Maybe this will help,” the voice said as the lights in the room grew into a dim glow. Grant blinked and looked around at what was restraining him. As he struggled again, he realized that his arms and legs were tied down tight to each corner of the bed frame.
“Are these my neck ties?” Grant started to ask before that same sinister sounding voice called to him again.
“Eyes up here dummy.” Grant looked to the foot of his bed and saw Faye sitting cross legged, wearing her Calvin Klein underpants, the kind with the white stripe, the kind that drove him mad.
“We need to have a talk you and I,” she said. “I get that you get busy with work, and I have no problem with you working as hard as you do. In fact, it kinda turns me on.” Grant struggled against his bonds to no avail. “But I cannot abide by some other woman pushing you around more than I do, even if she is your boss.”
“Faye please, I don’t have time for this. I’m exhausted and have more work to do in the morning,” Grant pleaded, but Faye just glared at him for a moment before a sweet smile spread on her face. She uncrossed her legs and began pulling down her panties. Grant watched as the black cotton was pulled past his wife’s freshly painted bright red toenails. He could feel a twinge of arousal in his cock. Faye crawled up to her husband until they were face to face, panties in hand. She leaned in and kissed him passionately.
“You’re going to need to stop talking now,” she whispered before shoving her wadded-up panties in his mouth. The combination of the salty taste on his tongue and the sweaty smell filling his nostrils told Grant that his wife had been wearing those panties all day. Faye sat back down at the foot of the bed; her legs spread wide.
“I am going to remind you where your priorities should be,” she giggled as she slid her feet across the bed. She began to gently rub the head of Grant’s penis with her toes. She could feel it tremble and grow beneath her feet. Grant moaned deeply, the panties stifling his voice. Faye pushed forward and wrapped her soft soles around her husband’s cock. As she pumped her feet a thick drop of pre-cum began to fall from her husband’s fully engorged penis. Grant could feel ecstasy rippling through him. He arched his back, pulling tight against his restraints.
“Do you like my feet?” Faye asked sweetly. Grant groaned and nodded his head vigorously. “Do you like the feeling of your cock between my soft soles?” Grant continued to nod in agreement. “Well then…” suddenly Faye pulled back and stood up on the bed, towering over her captive husband. She raised her right foot high into the air. She looked Grant in the eyes and saw fear flash across his face. Without hesitation, the dominant woman brought her foot crashing down onto Grant’s cock and balls.
“HNNNNNNGH!” Grant bawled loudly beneath the dirty panties in his mouth. Drool was starting to pool at the sides of his lips and trickle down his chin. Faye began to grind her husband’s throbbing penis under her toes.
“How’s that? Still like my feet?” Faye’ eyes burned with fiery passion as she looked down on her husband. Grant trying to match her intensity stared back at her, and in an act of utter foolishness nodded his head. Faye laughed and shrugged. “Well in that case…” She raised her foot and brought it down again on Grant’s cock. As Grant moaned, she raised her foot and brought it down again, and again, and again. Each time she stomped on her husband’s manhood, pre-cum would squirt from the tip creating a slick film across his stomach. Eventually Faye stopped, her foot remaining on Grant’s battered cock. She again ground her toes into her husband’s dick. She could hear a quiet squelching sound as the pool of slick pre-cum was mushed and spread through her toes. She listened as her husband whimpered pathetically underneath her. Small tears were welling up in his eyes.
“I shouldn’t be too harsh; I think you’ve learned your lesson. You have learned it haven’t you?” Grant was already nodding his head pleadingly before his wife even finished her question. “Aaaaw, well that’s good,” Faye chuckled. She plopped down on the bed between Grant’s spread legs. “Let me make it up to you.” She scooted forward until her pussy was just grazing Grant’s balls. She stretched out her legs until her feet were right in front of his face. She tenderly reached down and grabbed Grant’s throbbing wounded cock in her hand. She spit a generous stream of saliva onto her husband’s disk and began stroking it slowly and gently. Grant closed his eyes and moaned. The throbbing pain in his crotch almost immediately faded as his wife jerked him off. Faye placed her feet flat on Grant’s chest, her toes playfully teasing his nipples. Grant could feel his body trembling in anticipation. He could smell his wife’s feet as her toes flex in and out on his chest. In one swift motion, Faye pulled back her legs, sat forward and slid her husband’s cock inside her. Grant barely had time to register what happened as he arched his back sharply, his eyes crossing in his head.
“Oooooooh,” Faye moaned as she drove the thick shaft deep inside of her. Grant instinctively began thrusting causing his wife’s tits to bounce playfully. Faye leaned forward and began kissing and sucking on her husband’s neck. Grant knew he would have a gnarly hickey after this, but he didn’t care. Faye pulled herself away and removed the panties from Grant’s mouth. He gasped slightly, but a part of him was going to miss the salty taste of his wife sweaty pussy in his mouth. Faye opened up the panties and pulled them over Grant’s head covering his eyes, giggling as she did.
“Let’s try something new,” she said as she transferred her weight and stretched her legs forward. Grant could feel this new shift tightening Faye’ pussy around his cock.
“Oh Fuck!” He started to yell but was cut off as his wife shoved her bright red toes into his mouth. He gagged and choked but Faye continued to ride his cock with renewed vigor.
“Suck it,” Faye demanded. Grant sucked hard on his wife’s sweaty foot as spittle ran down his chin. He could feel ecstasy rippling through him. Faye reached a hand down and began playing with her clit. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly, her other free hand clenching her breasts tightly. She began gyrating faster, her breathing becoming sharper and more rapid. Beads of sweat fell from her nose and she bit down tight on her lip. She could feel electricity shooting out from deep inside her. “Aaaaah!” She screamed climaxing powerfully on Grant’s cock. As she orgasmed, she plunged her husband deeper inside of her. Grant could barely hold on any longer, the sensations cascading across his body were sending him to another plane of reality. As soon as he felt like an orgasm was fast approaching, his wife, again with almost supernatural swiftness, pulled her foot out of his mouth, climbed off his dick, and began aggressively jerking him off. Grant couldn’t hold back the oncoming explosion. As he came forcefully, Faye angled his dick forward, and Grant shot a gargantuan load onto his chest and face. He could taste the salty liquid splash across his lips and slide across his chest hair.
“Oh, fuck you,” Grant panted, cum dripping down his neck. Faye cackled childishly, clearly proud of herself.
“Shut up you love it,” she cooed as she cuddled up next to her bound husband. “Now who’s the boss?”
“Ugh…” Grant rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “You are of course.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Faye whispered in her husband’s ear. “Now sleep tight darling.” She closed her eyes and rested her head on one of Grant’s restrained arms. Grant chuckled quietly to himself. He surely would never reject his wife’s advances again, no matter how much work he had. After a few minutes of reminiscing in his own head about the incredible scene that just took place, Grant began to grow a lightly anxious.
“Hey babe?” he asked. “You going to untie me and let me get cleaned up?” But his wife was already snoring peacefully, a devious little smile adorning her face.
“Yooooooou bitch,” Grant said aloud, but his voice echoed lamely around the empty room. So, he lay there, blindfolded by his wife’s panties and covered in his own juices, until he was able to drift off to sleep himself.
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