Becoming My Wife's Sex Slave Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Becoming My Wife's Sex Slave Pt. 01

The heel of her foot was pressed up into her pussy, rubbing against herself as she sat cross-legged on her bed. Blonde, blue-eyed, she was a little older, but that only made the look on her face of pure, filthy lust all that much hotter. There was a fierceness in her eyes that made her moans extremely convincing as she rubbed her mound against her foot. Eyes rolled back, head tilted, her pussy grinding hard against her heel. "Ugggggghhhhhhnnnn," she moaned from my laptop screen, her voice but a whisper, the volume extra-low so as not to alert my wife in the room next door what I was doing.

It had been three weeks since we'd last had sex. First, it was her period. Then, my work got in the way, a series of late nights. Now it was just a steady stream of bad timing. Tonight, she had a midnight deadline, and I was so horny I could barely see straight. So I did what I always used to do, back then. (But let's not get ahead of ourselves.) I fell into my semi-normal routine, jerking off to porn I found online. Blow off some steam. She was busy, I was horny. Seemed like a simple solution.

The woman on the screen pulled her pretty foot, now soaked in her cunt juices, up to her mouth, licking the cum from her own arch and staring straight into the camera. Her toenails were painted a cute glossy white, and she had a small white ring on her little toe. She licked her foot like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted, before bringing her heel back to her pussy and grinding ...

... hard. I started jerking faster.

"You're into this?"

I must've jumped the whole way out my skin when I heard my wife's voice behind me. Pajama pants bunched around my knees, my hard cock gripped tightly in my hand. And my wife Chrissy, catching me watching foot porn. Goddamit.

"Jesus Christ, Chrissy! I didn't even hear you come in!" I was practically yelling as I frantically moved to pause the video, and rushed to pull my pajamas up over my raging hard-on.

"You didn't hear me, huh? Can't say I'm surprised," she said, a devious smile flashing across her face. "You seemed pretty distracted by that blonde... and whatever it was she was doing with her heel." She sat down backwards on my spare office chair, draping her legs seductively through the arms and wiggling her feet when she caught me ogling her painted toenails.

"Well don't stop just because of little old me."

I just looked at her, dumb. Unable to process what she was saying. I noticed she was dressed for bedtime, a dark green dress with deep cleavage that showed off all her curves. The shape of her sharp nipples poking out made it clear she wasn't wearing any bra. I started to wonder if she had any panties on underneath that dress, when her voice brought me back to reality.

"Come on now, Dave. Press play. Pull your pajamas down and stroke that dick again. I want to watch you be a little perv, so you better put on a good show."

I was blushing furiously now, my cheeks hot and my chest pounding. I was ...