faceseat4jeans
03-15-2010, 8:05 PM
A friend with benefits
On the block where I grew up, Kevin was always the undisputed “top dog.” A slim, muscular guy who was a little taller, friendly and popular as I was in our circle of buddies, he made it clear that I and all the others in our group of friends didn’t dare challenge his authority. If anyone did dare stand up to him about anything they were soon flat on their back on the floor at his feet with his foot on their throat, or under his full weight as he sat on their upper chest and held them down in a classic schoolboy pin until they gave up. At 22 and only a year older than me and the others in our group of guys, Kevin was nevertheless always the best and the winner at everything, it seemed to me.
Once Kevin saw that I was afraid to fight him, I became his favorite to bully and things got worse and worse until a job change had me relocate to a different area. I was glad to put that shameful stuff into my past, and when I met Diana and we started going out and the relationship got serious I was so happy.
It seemed like things were really looking up for me when Diana said yes as I dropped to one knee and proposed marriage, and with our combined incomes we could afford a nice new house and car. Yes, things were definitely going well, and it seemed like nothing but good times were ahead.
I should describe Diana to help you appreciate my good fortune. She has a beautiful face, slim and petite yet curvy, with perfect size six feet that she loves to have massaged and pampered, and that I have devoted my life to worshiping and caring for as a symbol of my devotion and love of her (and also because I find a foxy female’s feet incredibly sexy!)
What’s great is that from the beginning, Diana was very comfortable with my attraction to her feet, even saying she felt lucky she’d found a guy like me to pamper her precious peds! I lavished her with gifts of toe rings and sexy socks with separate toes and delicious designs, but when I surprised her with a fancy electric foot bath and massager she actually said she preferred my tender tongue and firm fingers - surely, I felt, I was the luckiest man alive!
We were still practically newlyweds in our first year of marriage when one day, I was just home from work and was surprised to hear a loud knock on the front door. Diana was out visiting at a neighbor’s down the block while I was cleaning up the place a little and cooking dinner for us, and I wondered who it could be at the door. I knew from the sound and forcefulness of the knock that it wasn’t my beloved, but I was shocked to see Kevin standing there with his hands on his hips in a proud pose when I opened the door!
“Ha! So it is your place, eh chump?” Kevin said with a sneer as he brushed past me as if daring me to stop him from entering. I stuttered and stammered for a minute, at a loss for words before regaining my composure and inviting him in, even though he was already standing in the middle of the main room of our house with his hands folded across his chest in an arrogant stance like that of Mr. Clean from the household cleanser label picture.
Actually, Kevin did look like the Mr. Clean character since his head was now completely shaved, and he even had a gold earring in one ear. His sneer turned into a smirk as he looked me up and down, and I suddenly realized I was wearing the flowery kitchen apron I had put on to protect my clothes while cooking and cleaning. I tried to explain but Kevin just shook his head in mock dismay as he made remarks about how it was just what he expected from a wuss like me. I ignored the insult and invited him to stay for dinner, falling back into my old subservient role almost instinctively, and wasn’t surprised when he nodded his acceptance without even a thank you.
I went into the kitchen to get him a beer and when I got back saw Kevin had seated himself in the big recliner that was always acknowledged by Diana and everyone else we knew who visited us as “my” chair. I started to say something and then caught myself, realizing I didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. He picked up on my discomfort and asked me with a mocking expression of concern if anything was wrong, and leaned back in the big cushioned chair with a big smile when I said “nu...no, nothing, Kev, hope you’re comfortable there!” and sat down on the couch across from him with my beer.
We talked for a few minutes and I found out that Kevin had used his natural leadership abilities to open and manage a professional cleaning and maintenance business that was so successful he could sit back and earn a six-figure income from it without lifting a finger. Despite my feelings of jealousy I was not surprised, and I expressed my congratulations to him.
“Yeah, and I’ve got all the beautiful women I can handle and then some. Hey there wimpie, I’ve even got a few babes that I can set you up with, to relieve the boredom you must have in this place all by yourself, huh?” Kevin commented, and I felt a renewed sense of self esteem as I replied that I was married to a beautiful young lady and had no need for his “babes”. I felt a flushed feeling of pride as I thought of lovely Diana, then I suddenly remembered the dinner cooking in the stove.
Going back into the kitchen to check on the food, I heard Diana arrive and called out to her that I was in the middle of getting the casserole from the oven and I’d be out in a minute, explaining that Kevin was an old friend who had come by to visit. By the time I got the food prepared and came out he was standing beside the big chair and Diana was standing up close right next to him, looking up at him with obvious admiration and her glowing smile.
I cleared my throat loudly as I stood there with the three plates of food balanced on my forearm (a technique I’d learned from my days working part time as a waiter before getting out of school), and Diana didn’t even break her eye contact with Kevin as she told me to set up the plates of food in the dining area.
“Yes, dear,” I murmured as I prepared the places for the three of us to eat on the dining room table, and I cringed inside as Kevin called out “and get me another brew, wimpie...on the double, chump!” I saw Diana’s momentary surprise and puzzled expression at the way Kevin spoke to me and knew I should have stood up for myself, set boundaries about how he was talking to me, but that old feeling of fear and shame I’d always felt in his presence washed over me again just like the old days and I said nothing.
During dinner Kevin was the one who set the boundaries as he ordered me around as if it was his house we were in, and despite my inner feelings of shame and despair I went along with things, justifying it in my mind with rationalizing thoughts that he was the guest and should be catered to. Diana seemed to quickly accept the situation and appeared totally absorbed in Kevin as they engaged in casual conversation and both completely ignored me except to order refills or to bring an ashtray and their cigarettes after the meal was finished.
I don’t know what was said in the conversation between them while I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes, but when I came back out Kevin was once again seated in my big recliner chair and Diana was sitting on the couch across from him with her beautiful bare feet propped up on a pillow resting on the coffee table. “I told Kevin what a devoted hubbie you are, always ready to massage and worship my feet at the snap of my fingers... hee hee hee!” Diana said with a giggle as she snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet.
I swallowed hard as I thought about how awkward I would feel to be kneeling at my wife’s feet and massaging them while she talks with the guy who used to always bully me, but when I got a stern look from her and I looked down at her fantastic feet I just shook off my doubts and dropped to my knees as I grabbed the foot lotion bottle from the drawer. “...and it sure didn’t surprise me one bit!” Kevin said with a cruel chuckle as he finished my wife’s comment.
I decided to block out the awareness of Kevin’s presence and just focus on pleasuring Diana and myself with the wonderful feeling of spiritual communion we share as I service her feet, but when I went to pour some lotion into my palm Diana held up her palm as a signal for me to stop. “Wait honey, I was wearing those strappy sandals all day outside and my feet feel pretty grimy.” When I looked up with a pleading expression my sweet spouse snickered for a moment before she assumed a serious expression and snarled “go on and do it wimpy, it’s already obvious Kevin knows what you are!” as she used the same derogatory wimp term that Kevin had.
I knew what Diana wanted and hung my head in shame as I moved my head closer to her feet and began running my tongue over the slightly soiled soles, trying to ignore the comments of Kevin as he joked about how natural I looked licking and sucking the dirt from her feet. Try as I might, I wasn’t able to avoid hearing Diana describe to Kevin how I idolize her feet, and I sank deeper and deeper into my self-induced sewer of shame as Diana detailed how I treasured her tantalizing tootsies.
“Yeah, it really blew my mind the first time my humble hubby here actually begged for the privilege of licking the dirt from my soles after I’d been walking around outside barefoot all afternoon,” Diana told a disbelieving Kevin, adding “Yep, he actually told me that he gets turned on by that because it’s like worshiping the ground I’ve walked on!"The pleasure I was feeling as I worked my tongue between her toes was distracted by my discomfort when she went on to disclose that as a special treat she will “allow” me to have her toe jam and toenail clippings as a secret seasoning on the lunch sandwiches I bring to work, and my shame deepened when my delightful Diana disclosed that she’d once sought to penalize me for something by ordering me to lick the soles of her shoes clean - only to discover from my throbbing erection that I even enjoyed that terrible task!
“I always had him pegged as a wimp, but even I didn’t realize how much of a loser he was, haw haw haw!” Kevin chortled from his superior position in my chair, but when he commented on how well cared for and attractive her feet were Diana admitted my tender treatment was responsible for their smooth and sleek status.
Even as I was becoming more and more lost in my feelings of adoration and delight from licking and sucking my wife’s sexy soles, I overheard Kevin say he’d never had anyone lick his feet and how much he could see my wife was enjoying it. “Wait a sec, big guy, let him finish mine with some soothing lotion and I’ll have the dork work on your big dogs the same way, sweetie!” Diana promised, and Kevin chuckled that he didn’t know if even a threatened pounding would get me to work on his smelly feet. Diana smiled confidently and assured him that I would do whatever she ordered me to. “I like that, you’ve really got the fool under your thumb and wrapped around your little finger,” Kevin said to my wife approvingly, and she giggled as she agreed that she owned me more completely than the old plantation bosses owned their slaves.
Hearing Diana tell Kevin to lean back further in the big recliner so that the footrest pops out to elevate his feet, I felt a chill run down my spine hearing the snap of my wife’s fingers. When I looked up and saw her pointing at Kevin’s feet, though, I knew disobedience was not an option as I shuffled over on my knees until I was kneeling at the foot of the recliner with Kevin’s feet propped up on the footrest in front of me.
I hadn’t heard Diana walk up behind my kneeling form, but suddenly I felt her fingers clench a fist-full of my hair and my head was wrenched back so that I was looking up at the ceiling. She looked down into my frightened eyes and ordered me to serve Kevin with the same obedience and eagerness that I do her and in any way he commands, ending her command with the statement “make me proud, wimp!” that caused them both to explode in laughter.
It would be too painful to describe in detail the emasculating ordeal I had to endure as I was first told by Kevin to remove his expensive Caterpillar work shoes before he removed his socks and propped his stinky feet back up on the footrest - and right in my face! With thoughts of how I was really serving Diana because I was following her command I was somehow able to obey and even appear eager as I tongue-bathed and massaged his big feet, while my mind raced with thoughts and fears.
I guess I was lost in what I’ve heard called “sub-space” as I continued to service Kevin’s big dogs, because I don’t know when it happened but when I heard Diana’s finger snap and I looked up she was sitting in Kevin’s lap, in my chair! They were both smiling as Diana announced that she’s been without a REAL man for too long (“how long is it we’ve been married, wimpy?” she asked looking down at me with a sneer), but declared that was going to change that evening.
Kevin stood up cradling my sweet young bride in his muscular arms even as he raised his foot and hooked his bare sole onto the back of my neck and slammed me face first into the carpet alongside his shoes. He ordered me to tongue-clean every inch of them for the rest of the evening, including working my tongue between the cleats of each sole to get out all the grit and grime, saying “ ha ha, that oughta keep ya busy!”
I was outraged! This was going too far, and as he lifted his foot off the back of my neck I rolled over onto my back and was just about to stand up and confront this arrogant bastard when Diana spoke up: “no Kev, first I want the jerk to be kneeling at the foot of the bed while we make love - I want him to see how a REAL man has sex with a woman. Besides, he can make himself useful and fetch us towels and our ciggies when we’re done, hee hee hee!"
Hard as it was for me to accept what was happening, to my shame I realized the whole situation had me feeling incredibly aroused. And my shame reached new heights when I looked down and saw my throbbing erection twitching as it jutted out from my crotch, and then looked back up at Kevin and Diana and realized they were both observing the same thing!
Crawling behind them both towards the bedroom, I saw Diana’s soft bare soles dangling as Kevin carried her confidently towards the stairs, felt my erection twitch in reaction to my arousal and knew that our marriage would never be the same. I hoped that our relationship would somehow endure, even if it seemed it would now incorporate a friend - a friend with benefits!
On the block where I grew up, Kevin was always the undisputed “top dog.” A slim, muscular guy who was a little taller, friendly and popular as I was in our circle of buddies, he made it clear that I and all the others in our group of friends didn’t dare challenge his authority. If anyone did dare stand up to him about anything they were soon flat on their back on the floor at his feet with his foot on their throat, or under his full weight as he sat on their upper chest and held them down in a classic schoolboy pin until they gave up. At 22 and only a year older than me and the others in our group of guys, Kevin was nevertheless always the best and the winner at everything, it seemed to me.
Once Kevin saw that I was afraid to fight him, I became his favorite to bully and things got worse and worse until a job change had me relocate to a different area. I was glad to put that shameful stuff into my past, and when I met Diana and we started going out and the relationship got serious I was so happy.
It seemed like things were really looking up for me when Diana said yes as I dropped to one knee and proposed marriage, and with our combined incomes we could afford a nice new house and car. Yes, things were definitely going well, and it seemed like nothing but good times were ahead.
I should describe Diana to help you appreciate my good fortune. She has a beautiful face, slim and petite yet curvy, with perfect size six feet that she loves to have massaged and pampered, and that I have devoted my life to worshiping and caring for as a symbol of my devotion and love of her (and also because I find a foxy female’s feet incredibly sexy!)
What’s great is that from the beginning, Diana was very comfortable with my attraction to her feet, even saying she felt lucky she’d found a guy like me to pamper her precious peds! I lavished her with gifts of toe rings and sexy socks with separate toes and delicious designs, but when I surprised her with a fancy electric foot bath and massager she actually said she preferred my tender tongue and firm fingers - surely, I felt, I was the luckiest man alive!
We were still practically newlyweds in our first year of marriage when one day, I was just home from work and was surprised to hear a loud knock on the front door. Diana was out visiting at a neighbor’s down the block while I was cleaning up the place a little and cooking dinner for us, and I wondered who it could be at the door. I knew from the sound and forcefulness of the knock that it wasn’t my beloved, but I was shocked to see Kevin standing there with his hands on his hips in a proud pose when I opened the door!
“Ha! So it is your place, eh chump?” Kevin said with a sneer as he brushed past me as if daring me to stop him from entering. I stuttered and stammered for a minute, at a loss for words before regaining my composure and inviting him in, even though he was already standing in the middle of the main room of our house with his hands folded across his chest in an arrogant stance like that of Mr. Clean from the household cleanser label picture.
Actually, Kevin did look like the Mr. Clean character since his head was now completely shaved, and he even had a gold earring in one ear. His sneer turned into a smirk as he looked me up and down, and I suddenly realized I was wearing the flowery kitchen apron I had put on to protect my clothes while cooking and cleaning. I tried to explain but Kevin just shook his head in mock dismay as he made remarks about how it was just what he expected from a wuss like me. I ignored the insult and invited him to stay for dinner, falling back into my old subservient role almost instinctively, and wasn’t surprised when he nodded his acceptance without even a thank you.
I went into the kitchen to get him a beer and when I got back saw Kevin had seated himself in the big recliner that was always acknowledged by Diana and everyone else we knew who visited us as “my” chair. I started to say something and then caught myself, realizing I didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. He picked up on my discomfort and asked me with a mocking expression of concern if anything was wrong, and leaned back in the big cushioned chair with a big smile when I said “nu...no, nothing, Kev, hope you’re comfortable there!” and sat down on the couch across from him with my beer.
We talked for a few minutes and I found out that Kevin had used his natural leadership abilities to open and manage a professional cleaning and maintenance business that was so successful he could sit back and earn a six-figure income from it without lifting a finger. Despite my feelings of jealousy I was not surprised, and I expressed my congratulations to him.
“Yeah, and I’ve got all the beautiful women I can handle and then some. Hey there wimpie, I’ve even got a few babes that I can set you up with, to relieve the boredom you must have in this place all by yourself, huh?” Kevin commented, and I felt a renewed sense of self esteem as I replied that I was married to a beautiful young lady and had no need for his “babes”. I felt a flushed feeling of pride as I thought of lovely Diana, then I suddenly remembered the dinner cooking in the stove.
Going back into the kitchen to check on the food, I heard Diana arrive and called out to her that I was in the middle of getting the casserole from the oven and I’d be out in a minute, explaining that Kevin was an old friend who had come by to visit. By the time I got the food prepared and came out he was standing beside the big chair and Diana was standing up close right next to him, looking up at him with obvious admiration and her glowing smile.
I cleared my throat loudly as I stood there with the three plates of food balanced on my forearm (a technique I’d learned from my days working part time as a waiter before getting out of school), and Diana didn’t even break her eye contact with Kevin as she told me to set up the plates of food in the dining area.
“Yes, dear,” I murmured as I prepared the places for the three of us to eat on the dining room table, and I cringed inside as Kevin called out “and get me another brew, wimpie...on the double, chump!” I saw Diana’s momentary surprise and puzzled expression at the way Kevin spoke to me and knew I should have stood up for myself, set boundaries about how he was talking to me, but that old feeling of fear and shame I’d always felt in his presence washed over me again just like the old days and I said nothing.
During dinner Kevin was the one who set the boundaries as he ordered me around as if it was his house we were in, and despite my inner feelings of shame and despair I went along with things, justifying it in my mind with rationalizing thoughts that he was the guest and should be catered to. Diana seemed to quickly accept the situation and appeared totally absorbed in Kevin as they engaged in casual conversation and both completely ignored me except to order refills or to bring an ashtray and their cigarettes after the meal was finished.
I don’t know what was said in the conversation between them while I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes, but when I came back out Kevin was once again seated in my big recliner chair and Diana was sitting on the couch across from him with her beautiful bare feet propped up on a pillow resting on the coffee table. “I told Kevin what a devoted hubbie you are, always ready to massage and worship my feet at the snap of my fingers... hee hee hee!” Diana said with a giggle as she snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet.
I swallowed hard as I thought about how awkward I would feel to be kneeling at my wife’s feet and massaging them while she talks with the guy who used to always bully me, but when I got a stern look from her and I looked down at her fantastic feet I just shook off my doubts and dropped to my knees as I grabbed the foot lotion bottle from the drawer. “...and it sure didn’t surprise me one bit!” Kevin said with a cruel chuckle as he finished my wife’s comment.
I decided to block out the awareness of Kevin’s presence and just focus on pleasuring Diana and myself with the wonderful feeling of spiritual communion we share as I service her feet, but when I went to pour some lotion into my palm Diana held up her palm as a signal for me to stop. “Wait honey, I was wearing those strappy sandals all day outside and my feet feel pretty grimy.” When I looked up with a pleading expression my sweet spouse snickered for a moment before she assumed a serious expression and snarled “go on and do it wimpy, it’s already obvious Kevin knows what you are!” as she used the same derogatory wimp term that Kevin had.
I knew what Diana wanted and hung my head in shame as I moved my head closer to her feet and began running my tongue over the slightly soiled soles, trying to ignore the comments of Kevin as he joked about how natural I looked licking and sucking the dirt from her feet. Try as I might, I wasn’t able to avoid hearing Diana describe to Kevin how I idolize her feet, and I sank deeper and deeper into my self-induced sewer of shame as Diana detailed how I treasured her tantalizing tootsies.
“Yeah, it really blew my mind the first time my humble hubby here actually begged for the privilege of licking the dirt from my soles after I’d been walking around outside barefoot all afternoon,” Diana told a disbelieving Kevin, adding “Yep, he actually told me that he gets turned on by that because it’s like worshiping the ground I’ve walked on!"The pleasure I was feeling as I worked my tongue between her toes was distracted by my discomfort when she went on to disclose that as a special treat she will “allow” me to have her toe jam and toenail clippings as a secret seasoning on the lunch sandwiches I bring to work, and my shame deepened when my delightful Diana disclosed that she’d once sought to penalize me for something by ordering me to lick the soles of her shoes clean - only to discover from my throbbing erection that I even enjoyed that terrible task!
“I always had him pegged as a wimp, but even I didn’t realize how much of a loser he was, haw haw haw!” Kevin chortled from his superior position in my chair, but when he commented on how well cared for and attractive her feet were Diana admitted my tender treatment was responsible for their smooth and sleek status.
Even as I was becoming more and more lost in my feelings of adoration and delight from licking and sucking my wife’s sexy soles, I overheard Kevin say he’d never had anyone lick his feet and how much he could see my wife was enjoying it. “Wait a sec, big guy, let him finish mine with some soothing lotion and I’ll have the dork work on your big dogs the same way, sweetie!” Diana promised, and Kevin chuckled that he didn’t know if even a threatened pounding would get me to work on his smelly feet. Diana smiled confidently and assured him that I would do whatever she ordered me to. “I like that, you’ve really got the fool under your thumb and wrapped around your little finger,” Kevin said to my wife approvingly, and she giggled as she agreed that she owned me more completely than the old plantation bosses owned their slaves.
Hearing Diana tell Kevin to lean back further in the big recliner so that the footrest pops out to elevate his feet, I felt a chill run down my spine hearing the snap of my wife’s fingers. When I looked up and saw her pointing at Kevin’s feet, though, I knew disobedience was not an option as I shuffled over on my knees until I was kneeling at the foot of the recliner with Kevin’s feet propped up on the footrest in front of me.
I hadn’t heard Diana walk up behind my kneeling form, but suddenly I felt her fingers clench a fist-full of my hair and my head was wrenched back so that I was looking up at the ceiling. She looked down into my frightened eyes and ordered me to serve Kevin with the same obedience and eagerness that I do her and in any way he commands, ending her command with the statement “make me proud, wimp!” that caused them both to explode in laughter.
It would be too painful to describe in detail the emasculating ordeal I had to endure as I was first told by Kevin to remove his expensive Caterpillar work shoes before he removed his socks and propped his stinky feet back up on the footrest - and right in my face! With thoughts of how I was really serving Diana because I was following her command I was somehow able to obey and even appear eager as I tongue-bathed and massaged his big feet, while my mind raced with thoughts and fears.
I guess I was lost in what I’ve heard called “sub-space” as I continued to service Kevin’s big dogs, because I don’t know when it happened but when I heard Diana’s finger snap and I looked up she was sitting in Kevin’s lap, in my chair! They were both smiling as Diana announced that she’s been without a REAL man for too long (“how long is it we’ve been married, wimpy?” she asked looking down at me with a sneer), but declared that was going to change that evening.
Kevin stood up cradling my sweet young bride in his muscular arms even as he raised his foot and hooked his bare sole onto the back of my neck and slammed me face first into the carpet alongside his shoes. He ordered me to tongue-clean every inch of them for the rest of the evening, including working my tongue between the cleats of each sole to get out all the grit and grime, saying “ ha ha, that oughta keep ya busy!”
I was outraged! This was going too far, and as he lifted his foot off the back of my neck I rolled over onto my back and was just about to stand up and confront this arrogant bastard when Diana spoke up: “no Kev, first I want the jerk to be kneeling at the foot of the bed while we make love - I want him to see how a REAL man has sex with a woman. Besides, he can make himself useful and fetch us towels and our ciggies when we’re done, hee hee hee!"
Hard as it was for me to accept what was happening, to my shame I realized the whole situation had me feeling incredibly aroused. And my shame reached new heights when I looked down and saw my throbbing erection twitching as it jutted out from my crotch, and then looked back up at Kevin and Diana and realized they were both observing the same thing!
Crawling behind them both towards the bedroom, I saw Diana’s soft bare soles dangling as Kevin carried her confidently towards the stairs, felt my erection twitch in reaction to my arousal and knew that our marriage would never be the same. I hoped that our relationship would somehow endure, even if it seemed it would now incorporate a friend - a friend with benefits!