Greg's Wife: A Foot Jerk Fantasy
Greg's wife, a picture of domesticity, finds her day's tension coiling in her feet. She sits at the kitchen table, typing away on her laptop, but her mind wanders. She slips off her shoes, wiggling her toes, feeling the cool tile beneath them. Her eyes dart to the hall, ensuring she's alone, before she starts to massage her soles, applying pressure, feeling the knots unravel. Her touch lingers, becoming more intimate. She bites her lip, glancing at the closed door, knowing Greg could walk in any minute. The risk thrills her. She hikes up her skirt, rubbing her thighs, feeling the heat build. Her fingers find her clit, circling, pressing, as she imagines Greg's surprise, his excitement, his cock hardening. She's close, her breath ragged, when the door creaks open. She freezes, eyes wide, as Greg steps in, a grin spreading across his face, catching his wife in her guilty, pleasurable secret.