I stood up a looked at the mess on top of my Porsche. The smeared love juices covered most of the area of the hood and had just started to crust over. I myself was a mess of juices, sweat and spit; my glistening chest and swollen limp cock a clue as to what just transpired.
My wife and young girlfriend had just left me in the garage to clean themselves up inside the house. My wife surprised the hell out of me, first, for not killing me after catching me in the act of fucking a young college girl, and secondly, taking command of my sexual tryst and becoming the dominating link in the love triangle. I exited the garage through the side door and heard the shower flowing upstairs. I had been given strict orders by my wife to prepare a meal and stand at attention in the dining room. With no time to shower myself, I dove into our pool to at least rinse off the mess that was upon me.
I went into the kitchen and found some left over tri-tip from last night's dinner. I made two salads, and placed thin slices of the meat on top. I placed the two bowls of food on the formal dining table and set the table elegantly, capped with a bottle of my wife's favorite wine. Just as I slipped an apron over my head I heard the girls talking as the came down the stairs.
"Oh Mommy, thank you so much for soothing me," Dana said in her role's baby-talk speech, "the baby oil rub was just what my little pussy parts needed." Both were nude as the entered the dining room.
"My pleasure Baby you washed me well. Take care of me and I'll see that everything will be fine, and you'll be well rewarded," Dee my wife told her in a reassuring motherly voice, "I know how to please little girls, and how to keep an incorrigible man in line." She added as she saw me standing next to the table.
Not having time to tie the apron in the back, I stood at attention like a well-trained Marine in the dining room, daring not to make eye contact.
"I thought I told you to be at attention!" Dee rebuked as she looked at my bulge-less apron-covered crotch, "Bend over the table," she commanded, "Not you my loves, him, you just sit your pretty little ass down."
I laid my chest across the cold glass of the table, arms prone. SLAP! She swatted my bare ass hard. SLAP! Another blow stung my cheek. "But you did appear to make us a nice lunch. I'll let you get off easy for today. Now get under the table," she ordered.
As I crawled under the table Dee sat down and extended her leg so her foot was in my face. "Suck our feet as we eat. Baby give him your foot too." Sitting crossed –legged and hunched over, I took each girls foot in each hand and gently began to lick and suck on my wife's left foot. I traced my tongue up and over each toe, making sure to wedge it all the way into the cracks between each. I gently squeezed and massaged Dana's foot while I orally pleased Dee's foot. I wetly kissed Dee's foot from heel to toes and back again. Dee was eating and trying to talk to Dana, but she was squirming too much to stay focused on the conversation. I inserted her big toe into my mouth and sucked it like a mini-cock, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around its circumference. Dee moaned loudly.
I removed her toe from my mouth, and brought up Dana's foot for its treat. But Dana put up more of a struggle as it became apparent her feet were very ticklish. She could barely hold still with every lick and nibble until she accidentally kicked me in the nose. "Careful Baby, I'll take care of the discipline," Dee giggled. She thrust her other foot towards my mouth which I quickly engulfed with kisses. After 5 minutes Dee pulled her foot away, pushed her chair back away from the table a bit, and scooted her hips of the edge of the chair. She did not need to tell me what to do. She flashed me her freshly shaved cunt and ass. Not a hair was in sight; Dana must have shaved her clean.
