We were four tired neighbors. Of course we were -- we all had kids.
Only this night the kids were on a sleep-over. Elsewhere! Yay!! So we four had a potluck supper over at their house. It was very informal.
My beloved wife Ginny, a tiny Chinese woman with long black hair and small firm tits, contributed some home-made mac-and-cheese (Ok, so her grandparents were Chinese and she's from Ohio). She was wearing one of my big blue sweatshirts with the sleeves rolled up. She went barefoot.
Anya, a tall fit blonde who laughed a lot, offered salad. She was in a clingy brown knit sleeveless dress and sandals. Her thick curly hair was in a ponytail.
Stefan, Anya's husband, had some left-over ribs -- a lot of leftover ribs. He was a tallish thinnish guy like me. Wore a t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.
I contributed three bottles of wine, two red, one white -- I wanted to be sure there was plenty. And I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and Converse high-tops.
We had finished eating but were still drinking. "Peter, any wine left?" "A little in this bottle," I said, pouring, "and I'll open another."
"Aw, you two are still in love," said Anya while I opened the last bottle. "That's cute."
"I am, anyhow," said I.
"Me? Not so much," said Ginny, smiling at me. "But you guys seem ok, aren't you?"
"We're fine," said Stefan. "Stop making trouble, Anya."
"Yes, I shouldn't have to do all the work."
"You want me to make trouble? I'll make you some trouble. Ginny, have you ever had your toes sucked?"
"Oh! Great question."
"My toes sucked?" Ginny looked at her tiny feet with their small regular toes. She didn't wear polish, but kept her nails decently groomed. "It never even occured to me."
"Is, isn't that a little erotic?" I asked usefully.
"Relax, Tarzan," said Anya. "We'll be right here. We will be right here, no?"
"Then it's settled. Ginny, sit in the big chair. You two, on the couch. I'll be right back."
The chair and couch touched corners, with a cedar chest as a coffee table. Anya grabbed the spot closer to Ginny -- she was faster than me.
Stefan came back with a big bowl of warm water and some towels. He sat on the chest, and put the bowl on the floor and Ginny's feet into the warm water.
"Ok, that feels nice," said Ginny.
"Has he ever sucked your toes, Anya?" Her toes were long, tan, and crooked.
"Oh, yes. He's very good at it. I cum every time."
"You cum?!? From toe sucking??! Wait a minute -- "
"Oh, hush, Romeo. This will be interesting." She put her hand on my right shoulder and pulled me closer in to watch. I could feel her full breast on my left arm.
Ginny looked alarmed, but Stefan calmly took her left foot, the one furthest from Anya and me, and put it in the towel in his lap and began drying it, soft and slow. He gently wiped between each toe.
He moved the bowl of water aside and dried her right foot. Ginny laid back and relaxed. I got tense, and my dick stirred.
