A few months ago, I started working as a chef at my brother's restaurant. We had always been close growing up, but became even closer after our last sexual experience. So naturally we enjoyed working together and would flirt a lot. We would try to keep it as discreet as possible for the rest of the staff not to notice. Of course his wife and my husband had no clue and did not suspect anything considering...well.. he was my brother.
His fascination with my feet and toes was blatantly made clear during our sexual encounters. In fact he would use any opportunity he could get to comment or sext me about my sexy toes and feet. He would sometimes purposely drop stuff at work so he can bend down and come close to my toes (when I was wearing open toe heels). In fact, some days he would gently rub up against me and give me a seductive smile. I'll admit, I had fun with these games and played along as much as I can. But I always felt guilty ( a little bit) considering my husband had been so good to me. One day, I had a huge argument with my husband. He had been a total jerk and left me in tears when he rushed off to work. My anger and the sadness all jumbled up into a mixed bowl of emotions. As I was sitting on my couch waiting to go in to work I received a text from my brotherly-love asking if its possible for me to stay late for my shift since it was a busy day at work. At that moment, my anger turned into a vengeful sexual emotions. I replied saying that Id be more than happy to stay late and put a "wink" emoji after. I then proceeded to wear my sexy stockings and sexy heels.