“He doesn’t get jealous?” I asked. I was legitimately curious. I was familiar with the ‘cuckold’ genre of porn but this didn’t feel like that. She had spoken highly of her boyfriend’s prowess to Kirsten so it’s not like she saw him as a guy who was incapable of pleasing her.
“Nope. He travels a lot for work. He knows I have a high sex drive. So, it works for us. I get to have some fun and he doesn’t have to worry about me cheating on him when he’s away.”
That did make some sense, I supposed. I guess it wasn’t really cheating if it was sanctioned by the other half of the couple. “What about him?”
“Oh, he does fine when he’s on the road. Plenty of women at these sales conferences that are happy to be wined and dined at the hotel bar before hooking up for a night or two, never to be seen again. You know the saying: what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Or Chicago. Or San Antonio. Or wherever,” she said with a laugh. “Besides,” she added, “I know that he’s always going to come back to me.”
“How can you be so sure?” asked Kristen.
“Easy,” said Heidi. She took another sip, clearly relishing the dramatic pause. “There’s no pussy better than mine.” Kristen shifted in her seat. My cock continued to grow. “You know, Kristen, I’m so happy that you came into the clinic. It’s kind of rekindled my college crush on you.” Kristen blushed. Heidi smiled and said, “oh, don’t be so shy. After all, I’ve seen you naked!” The blush deepened. “OK, OK. I’ll change the subject.” I definitely did not want her to change the subject. But what could I say?
“If you want,” mumbled Kristen.
“Are you still having trouble with that muscle in your foot, honey?” asked Heidi. “Let me work it out for you. Free of charge, of course” she said with a chuckle. Before Kristen had a chance to offer, Heidi moved to sit at the other end of the couch and sat cross-legged facing Kristen. She signalled for Kristen to stick her legs out. Kristen did, laying her feet on Heidi’s folded legs.
Kristen looked to me and said, “let me lean on you.” I turned so that my back was against the arm of the sofa and stretched out my legs. Kristen slid between them and leaned back onto me. I knew she could feel my nascent erection when she wiggled her ass against my crotch and looked back over her shoulder at me and winked. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my hands on her belly. Heidi looked at us, making eye contact first with me and then Kristen. She had a soft, sexy smile on her face. Gently, she tugged off Kristen’s socks. Heidi then lightly wrapped her hands around her Kristen’s left foot, pressing her thumbs delicately into the flesh. Kristen took in a longer, gasping breath at the contact and I felt her belly swell under my hands.
Heidi again looked into Kristen’s eyes and asked “does that feel good, baby?”
Kristen nodded. I felt her body relax against me as Heidi continued working. “That’s perfect. You have magical hands,” said Kristen.
“Aww, thank you! I like my work.”
I chimed in, saying “if had a foot fetish, this would definitely be doing it for me.”