**The Invitation**

I’d always known my sister-in-law had a thing for me. It wasn’t just the lingering glances or the way her hips swayed a little too much when she walked past me. No, it was the way she’d “accidentally” brush against my cock with her foot under the dinner table, her toes flexing just enough to tease me through my jeans. Jess was trouble—and tonight, she was finally making her move.

She’d come over under the pretense of grabbing some old clothes from my wife’s closet, but the moment my wife left to run errands, Jess had pushed me into the bedroom with a smirk. “You’ve been staring at my feet all night,” she whispered, kicking off her sandals. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

I didn’t. My cock was already straining against my zipper as she climbed onto the bed, her painted toes wiggling in front of my face. I wasn’t small—14 inches thick and veiny as fuck—but Jess wasn’t intimidated. She licked her lips as she wrapped her bare feet around my cock, her soles warm and soft against my shaft.

“You’re fucking massive,” she murmured, rubbing me up and down. The pressure was perfect, her toes pressing into the veins, her arches squeezing my tip. Precum leaked onto her skin, making every stroke slicker. I groaned, gripping the sheets as she worked me harder, her footjob expert and slow, teasing the sensitive spot under my head with her big toe.

“Fuck, Jess,” I growled, watching her pussy peek out from under her short skirt. She was already wet, and when I reached down to rub her clit, she moaned, her toes tightening around me.

“Not yet,” she panted, pushing my hand away. “I want to taste you first.”

She slid down the bed, replacing her feet with her lips, taking just the tip of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head, her hands gripping the base as she struggled to fit more of me in. I could see her throat working, her lips stretched tight, drool dripping down my shaft.

“Your feet,” I groaned. “Use them too.”

Jess grinned, arching her leg up, pressing her sole against my balls as she sucked me deeper. The dual sensation was unreal—her mouth hot and wet, her foot massaging my sack, her toes rubbing my taint. I thrust up into her throat, feeling her gag around me before she pulled back, spit connecting her lips to my cock.

“You like that?” she whispered, wrapping her feet around me again, jerking me off while her tongue flicked over my slit. “Bet your wife never does this.”

I didn’t answer—just grabbed her ankle, guiding her foot to stroke me faster. Jess moaned, her pussy glistening as she fingered herself, her other foot sliding between my legs to press against my ass.

“Gonna make you cum all over my feet,” she breathed, speeding up her movements.

I couldn’t hold back. My balls tightened, my cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot across her toes, her soles, her calves. Jess gasped, rubbing my cum into her skin before bringing her foot to her mouth, sucking my load off her toes with a filthy groan.

“Fuck,” I panted, watching her.

She smirked, crawling up my body, her wet pussy hovering over my face. “Your turn.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.