So, yesterday after my shower my husband approached me for sex. I was definitely in a "you'll have to coax me" sort of mood. unusual for me, but that's neither here nor there. I was laying on the couch and he came and sat beside me and put my feet in his lap. He was obviously excited. He asked if he could lick my pussy and I said nothing. He asked if I wanted him to beg and I said nothing. He began to beg, said he'd do anything I asked and I still said nothing. He spread my legs and put one on the top of the couch and kept one in his lap. Then he slipped his hands up my skirt and started fondling my genitals, one hand rubbing my clit and the other working a finger inside me. I started to get really aroused and he started becoming more fervent, which in turn got me feeling a bit twitchy. The foot I had in his lap took on a mind of its own as we both got more excited. I could feel his pulsing against the arch of my foot, and every time he hit a certain spot with his hands my toes would curl and I'd grind my foot against his cock. Honestly, I felt like I had to be hurting him. But he didn't relent or hesitate or jump. If anything, he pressed into it more. As I came the first time, my foot crushed his cock and he told me how sexy it was watching me come so hard. He wouldn't stop stimulating me, so two more orgasms were forced out of me, making my foot get all spastic and making me worry about hurting him once again. On the contrary! As I was coming that third time, he came, as well, in spite of or maybe because of the punishment my foot was giving his genitals. Ah! I do the tough ones best of all. :) He never did end up licking me, hahaha. But a good time was definitely had nevertheless, and I daresay I prefer this outcome to a run-of-the-mill round of oral sex. ;) It was a very pleasant surprise for me. He hasn't even looked twice at my bare feet for a couple of years now, so I never saw this coming. Pun intended, at least in part. Uh. The end.