It had been a long week. Not a bad one, but just long. There had been so much going on for both of us, that at the end of the day we barely had the strength for a kiss and a hug goodnight, much less anything else.
The only thing that I really had going for me was our showers together in the mornings. I don't think she fully realizes that after all our years together, I find her even more beautiful each day than the day before. The way she looks standing there under the water, how her tits move when she rinses her hair excites me. She turns around to wash up her front and I'm left standing there looking at that magnificent ass. My first impulse is to kneel down behind her and bury my face in between her cheeks and tongue her ass until my jaw aches, but I know that won't work because we both need to go. The second thought is to grab my hardening cock and pump it furiously while I fantasize about her ass. But, like I said, we have to go and it's getting late. Besides, I don't think she would be very flattered to turn around in the shower to find me playing with myself and spraying cum all over the place at 7:00 in the morning.
So the day's progress until Friday finally gets here. I'll have to work through the weekend, but there's just something about a Friday night that seems kind of special. She's had a long week, so I decide to take her out to this little steak house she really likes, just the two of us, no kids. We meet there for an early dinner and quiet conversation. I profess my love for her and tell her how good she looks. She says she's hot, sweaty and dirty, but that just kind of turns me on too.
We have a long leisurely dinner and talk about the weeks events. Looking at her in the candlelight she looks so hot I just want to reach out, pull her to me and kiss and hold her at the table. Once again I control my incessant urges and maintain my composure. I pay the bill and we head for home.
The first thing we do when we get home is change clothes. I throw on a pair of shorts and she throws on her favorite night shirt and we both head for the living room to unwind and relax a bit. She gets comfy in her chair while I stretch out on the couch and we find a movie to watch.
I'm sitting on the couch watching the movie when I feel something brush against my cheek. I turn to see what it is only to see that she has shifted herself around in the chair, and that it was her foot I felt. She looks at me with a sly smile and asks me if it bothers me. I quietly swallow the lump that's forming in the back of my throat, and tell her no, it feels good. She takes the quiet encouragement and starts tracing my lips with her toes.
It's at this point I have to pause and wonder about a few things. First, I have never had a thing for feet in my entire life. But recently, I find myself thinking about them quite a bit. Not all feet, just hers. I find myself thinking about them more and more, licking on the soles, sucking on her toes and for some reason I can't begin to fathom, deep-throating her foot. I don't know what about it does anything for me, but I get incredibly turned on by going down on her foot until I feel her toes massaging the back of my throat. The only thing that intensifies it more at this point is when it shifts from me sucking her foot in, to her pushing it in on her own. She's trying to fuck my mouth with her foot is the closest description I can come up with. Oh well, if it works (and it does), go for it.
The second thing I wonder about is does she get off on it? Does she enjoy the sensation of her foot being so attentively taken care of? Does the feeling of me lovingly sucking her toes get her hot? Or is she just doing this for my benefit? Not that it makes a lot of difference on whether I get hot or not, I'm just curious. Or is it watching me get hot that turns her on, knowing she's teasing me into a slow frenzy of passion?