Preview of Futa-Wife's Dinner Affair (Futa-Wife's Sinful Affairs 1) (Patreon)

A peak into the madness of my mind, from today's WIP Futa-Wife's Dinner Affair. Please note this is a ROUGH draft, and full of mistakes!

We said grace first. I pretended to do it, head bowed, holding my husband's and Gregory's hands, my skin squirming. Men were so...disgusting to touch. Even my husband. He said an elogant prayer, as always, but to a god that wasn't real. Not like my Aphrodite.

“We are here to give thanks, oh, Lord,” he was saying as my foot reached out and found Cheyenne's ankle.

Her eyes opened, shooting across the table at me. I gave her a smile, my foot stroking up and down her naked calf, pushing up her skirt. Her skin was so smooth and silky. The curve of my instep caressed up the side of her leg, nerves shooting prickling delight up to my pussy. My clit drank it in, throbbing to change.

I let it.

The table hid my swelling dick as my foot reached her knee. My smile turned saucy, my foot sliding down her inner thigh. It was so warm. She shivered, scooting her chair closer to the table, her flesh sliding past my foot.

I reached her panties, satin on the sole of my foot, her passion bleeding hot and juicy through the fabric.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen,” my husband said.

“Amen,” I purred, rubbing on Cheyenne's pussy, her husband's hand squeezing mine. 

There was so much to rejoice about. I let go of his hand, savoring the hot feel of his wife's pussy through her panties. She squirmed in her chair, her cheeks darkening. Her eyes were so saucy as she stared across the table at me. I ground against her, loving how dewy she felt, her juices soaking her satin.

Dishes were past around the table, savory roast cut, drizzled in gravy. My yams were piled, along with the mushroom peas. The men both growled their appreciations, hungry for the food, while us wives hungered for each other.

I shivered at the brushing touch of her foot on my left ankle. I smiled at her as she stroked up and down my left calf, my right foot pressing into her pussy. Her chair creaked as she squirmed, her eyes smoldering on me as she took a bite of my yams.

“Mmm, these are just delicious, Victoria,” she purred, sliding her foot higher and higher up my thigh. “Just so yummy.”

“Especially with the creamy marshmellows on top?” I asked, trembling as her foot reached my knee and pressed between my legs. My dick throbbed, my pussy clenched.

“Oh, yes,” she purred, taking another bite. “And the yams are just so long. Perfect.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking a bite of my yams, loving the flavor with the marshmellow while her foot slid down my thighs, tingles racing before her to my pussy and futa-dick.

“And I whipped up a special treat for dessert,” I said.

“Did you?” my husband asked as another woman's foot touched my naked pussy. A big toe stirred through my pussy lips, dipping into my tunnel. My sheath clenched on it.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Apple pie and homemade whipped cream.” I glanced at Cheyenne, my foot rubbing against her pussy, her toe fucking mine. 

“What's your secret for making that delicious whipped cream?” Cheyenne asked, her voice so throaty, her toe pushing as deep into my pussy as it could, delight shooting up to the tip of my cock.

“You have to really whip it up to a froth,” I said. “Just plunge your whisk in deep and churn it. You have to be vigorous.”

Her eyes widened, her pussy so hot through the satin of her panties, craving to be whipped to a froth. “That sounds amazing.”

“Oh, yes, I'll show you.”

“Cheyenne's a great cook, but she needs to learn a few things,” her husband said.

“Oh, and I'm so eager to teach her,” I said, my dick throbbing, my pussy clenching on her toe. This was so hot. My face flushed, the men talking about sports still as we rubbed each other's pussies.

I just wished her panties weren't in the way.

Then, as if reading my mind, her hand disappeared beneath the table. Her skirt rustled, and then her hand brushed my foot. She pushed aside the gusset of her panties. Her thick bush and hot flesh pressed on the bottom of my foot.

I shifted, my big toe dragging through her wet folds, and pressed into her pussy. She shuddered, her toe jabbing into my cunt. I groaned, my pussy clenching about her plunging toe, pleasure rippling through my body. I groaned, loving every moment of it.

Our husbands had no idea. I pulled my skirts casually up, freeing my futa-cock as the pleasure built and built in my core. Her pussy clenched hot about my toe, silky flesh caressing me as I  pumped in out of her depths. Pleasure twinged up to my futa-cock.

We just stared at each other, trying to look like we were eating as the men laughed.