I gaze up at you, Yasmine, my wife and the love of my life, as you stand over me, your feet on either side of my head. Your toes wiggle, as if beckoning me. I don't need any further invitation. I take one of your slender digits into my mouth, savouring the taste of your skin.

"That's it, baby," you coo, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "Suck on my toes, just like that."

I do as you command, swirling my tongue around your toes, feeling the roughness of your callouses against my lips. You let out a soft moan, the sound spurring me on. I could spend hours worshiping your feet, but you have something else in mind.

You shift your weight, your other foot pressing down on my chest, pinning me in place. I feel your other foot, the one I wasn't sucking on, make its way down my body. It travels down my chest, my stomach, and stops at my dick. I feel your toes wrap around my shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You like that, don't you?" you ask, a wicked gleam in your eye. I nod, unable to find my voice. You begin to stroke my dick, your feet the only thing touching me.

"I fucked Steven today," you say, your voice casual. Hearing you talk about another man, especially while you touch me, sends a thrill down my spine. "At the office, after work."

Your foot moves faster, your toes working my dick with practiced ease. I can feel myself getting closer, my hips bucking up to meet your foot.

"Did you enjoy it?" I manage to choke out. You smirk, your foot never stopping its movement.

"Oh, yes. He's quite the lover, your boss. Bigger dick than you, too." You say it like a challenge, daring me to be jealous. I can't help but feel a pang of something in my chest.

"Did you let him touch you?" I ask, my voice ragged. You laugh, the sound husky.

"Of course. He had his hands all over me, squeezing my ass, groping my tits. I came so hard when he fucked me from behind." You say it with such nonchalance, as if you're talking about the weather.

I can't take it anymore. I feel my orgasm building, my hips moving of their own accord. I can feel your foot starting to slip, your movements becoming erratic. I look up at you, seeing your own orgasm written all over your face.

"I'm going to cum," I gasp out, my voice strained. You smile down at me, your foot still moving.

"Cum for me, baby," you command, your voice low. I don't need any further encouragement. I feel myself release, my cum shooting out and hitting your foot. You make a satisfied noise, your foot slowing down.

You pull your foot away, your toes glistening with my cum. You bring your foot to your mouth, licking your toes clean.

"You taste so good," you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction. I can't help but feel a sense of pride at your words.

You climb off me, a wicked grin on your face. You lean down, your breath hot against my ear.

"I think I'll go fuck Steven again tomorrow. Maybe I'll let him cum inside me this time," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

You stand up, your naked body on display. I can't help but admire you, my eyes roaming over your curves. You turn around, giving me a view of your ass before walking away, leaving me lying there, my dick still hard.

I can't wait for tomorrow.