This story is part 2 of a three part series, all of which have been posted. It describes one week in our life that would eventually have a big impact on our marriage and our lovemaking. For those who might not remember, the story begins on a Saturday as my husband begins a week of chastity and foot and body worship which he has agreed to in order to earn a footjob. This story begins picks up on Wednesday.
The story has three parts, each of which has plenty of excitement of its own. I decided to break it up rather than write one really long story since I tend to find shorter installments easier to read. That said, all three parts could be read at once. Since I hate multipart stories that never seem to get finished -- I've posted all three at once and there will be only three. There's no unfinished business at the end. I hope you enjoy it and feedback is greatly appreciated.
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Wednesday morning dawned and found me with a high level of energy as though I had slept twice as long as I actually had even though I was awake a full half hour before the alarm normally went off. I was sure that four days of being treated like a queen had more than a little to do with my great mood so rather than waste the moment I decided to share it with my husband by kissing him awake early and getting him to give me a little wake-up sex.
Pulling off my top I raised one of my breasts to his mouth and dragged my nipple across his closed lips. Taking the hint he drew in my nipple and rolled it around on his tongue quickly bringing it to an aching hardness and flooding me with wetness down below. As he moved to provide the same service to the other nipple I stuffed my hand down into my panties and started vigorously rubbing my bud with my two middle fingers.
As my other nipple reached full hardness from his lips, he noticed what I was doing and repositioned himself to put his own hand over top of mine. Gently gripping my fingers he continued to move my hand back and forth across my clit, but now he was controlling the pace and my own fingers were providing the contact and pressure. We sped up and slowed down several times each iteration bringing me nearer release, but not quite there. This was new for us and there was something exciting about him helping me masturbate.
He slowed me down for a minute and our mouths met in a deep moist tongue tangling kiss. As we did so, he deftly slid my hand out of the way and slipped his long middle finger deeply into me and began curling it back and forth deep inside me while his other fingers danced across my clit. Breaking our kiss I moaned and thrust against his hand moving my hips wantonly to increase the speed and pressure. Finally, yes, yes, I reached that special spot and squealed my delight as I exhaled a huge gasp of breath and flooded his hand with my juices.
He waited a minute or two for me to regain my wind and then he grabbed my still moist hand together with his and brought both of them up to our mouths. Together we made a game of slurping the juices off of our hands while sharing gentle kisses and tasting my wetness on one another's lips. It was very erotic and very sexy and though my huge wake-up orgasm should have cooled my passions, I remained very tightly strung and ready for more.
Unfortunately, our mood was broken by the damned alarm that blasted its insistent chirps right on schedule. Its hard enough to get out of bed on a Wednesday morning and for the first time in ages we found a whole new reason not to want to do so. We answered duty's call but realizing that we were probably going to be running a little late anyway took the opportunity to continue our playful and flirty behavior while we got ready for our day. This wasn't bad for me, but it had to be agony for him once I locked his device back onto him after his shower.
Over breakfast I asked him how he was enjoying our little game and gave him the opportunity to end it early if he wanted to. The fact was, what I really wanted to do was call-in late and take him upstairs and fuck like teenagers. To his credit though, he stuck by the deal and said he'd see it to the end. I wouldn't be surprised if he caught on to my mood and figured out that prolonging the game was heightening the passions for both of us.
Anyway, once we established that we would continue on till Friday, we had a nice discussion about how much fun we've had together this week. He said he'd been thinking about his sexy wife all week and loved having the opportunity to show his feelings. He said he's never felt closer to me than he has this week and added that if waiting a few days meant more mornings like this one, he was all for it.
He went on an on, feeding my ego about how great I looked and how beautiful I looked when I was really aroused. I smiled so hard as he was saying these things I almost started to cry. I couldn't believe how well this was working out and I was learning a lot about my own sexuality and needs besides.
That day at work was a long one made all the more so by the fact that we both had meetings and functions to attend after work which meant I didn't get home until about 8:30 and he was only home a few minutes before me. As I set down my things I shot him a smoldering glance then bid him to follow me into the family room. I walked directly to the big easy chair and with no shyness at all hiked up my skirt, plopped down into the chair and tossed my feet up onto the ottoman kicking off my low heeled business shoes in the process.
"I take it you need some T.L.C.?" he asked with a grin.
"You better believe it, I've been hot and bothered all day after this morning. Will you do for me like you did on Saturday night?"
"I'd love to. I've been thinking about you all day too. Do you want something to eat or drink before I begin."
At my request he brought back a bottle of wine, some glasses, some grapes and some snack crackers. He sat on the ottoman with my legs resting on his lap and we each had some wine and conversation while he lazily began massaging my feet. After a few minutes of that he set down his glass and got to work more earnestly on my hose encased toes.
At first his efforts had a calming effect and my mind wandered. Gradually however, I began to feel reenergized and I knew I was going to need some more heart racing attention soon. Perhaps sensing my mood shift, he looked up at me and asked if I wanted him to remove my hose or if I would do it. I obliged by starting it out and then with a smile he gently and slowly pulled the thin material down my thighs and then calves planting kisses on the revealed flesh as he went. It was both romantic and a little corny and we both smiled and grinned and I giggled a little as he finally removed the last bit with a flourish and began rapidly planting kisses on the tips of my toes.
He paused then for some more wine and some grapes once again idly massaging my now well tended feet.
"So what next my queen" I remember him asking. I loved that he called me his queen and I could tell he had totally bought into our game.
"What do you think?" I coyly asked.
"Well, if I remember Saturday correctly you sat back in your royal chair while I payed lip service to your most sensitive parts."
"Make it so" I said, trying to sound regal, but of course moving us both to laughter.
Unlike on Saturday when he went down on me so urgently, this time he positioned himself between my legs and made slow and lazy circles with his tongue, occasionally lightly sucking on my outer folds. Bit by bit he had his effect, and I opened for him.
