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By *ris007 OP Man
over a year ago
Tunbridge Wells |
It started with a look—one of those lingering glances that lasted just a little too long.
I had always noticed Rachel, my best friend Mark’s wife. She was stunning—petite but curvy in all the right places, with blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. She was always polite, always composed, but tonight was different.
We were at Mark’s place for a small gathering, just a few drinks and casual conversation. Mark had stepped out to grab more beer, leaving me and Rachel alone in the dimly lit living room. She was lounging on the couch, barefoot, her red-painted toes resting on the edge of the coffee table.
I tried not to stare, but had always had a thing for pretty feet. The way her delicate toes flexed, the soft arch of her sole—it was enough to make my cock stir beneath my jeans.
Rachel must have noticed, because a small smirk played on her lips.
“You like feet, don’t you?” she asked suddenly, her voice smooth as silk.
I swallowed hard, caught off guard. “What?”
She laughed softly, curling her toes. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you looking.”
My pulse quickened. “And if I do?”
She shifted, extending her foot toward me, resting it lightly against my thigh. “Maybe I don’t mind.”
My breath hitched. This was dangerous. She was Mark’s wife. But the way she looked at me, the way her foot traced slow, teasing circles against his leg—it was impossible to ignore.
Slowly, i reached out, wrapping my strong fingers around her ankle, feeling the warmth of her skin. She let out a soft sigh as i ran his thumb along her arch, massaging gently.
“Mmm… that feels good,” she purred.
My thick 9 inch cock bulging against my jeans, straining for release. I lifted her foot, pressing my lips to the top of it, then slowly kissed down to her toes, taking one into my mouth and sucking gently.
Rachel moaned, shifting in her seat. “God, Daniel …”
I pulled away, looking up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”
She bit her lip, hesitating for only a second before shaking her head. “No. I want more.”
I smirked. “Good.”
Without another word, i leaned forward, gripping her thighs, parting them as she gasped. My dark skin contrasted beautifully against hers, and as i slid my hand up her inner thigh, she shivered.
“I’ve never been with a Black man before,” she admitted breathlessly.
I grinned, undoing his belt. “Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
What followed was pure, unfiltered passion—hands grasping, mouths devouring, bodies pressing together in the heat of forbidden lust. By the time we were done, Rachel was breathless, her legs trembling, her skin flushed with satisfaction.
And as they lay there in the afterglow, still tangled in each other, i smirked.
“Think Mark will notice?”
Rachel laughed softly, pressing a finger to my lips. “Only if you don’t behave.”
But we both knew—after tonight, there was no going back.
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