My Wife’s Friend
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As soon as my wife left the room to go to the bathroom, Dalia’s face turned from happy to mean. I knew right away that wasn’t going to end well for me. She exhaled the smoke, then she said in a cold voice, “Head under my toes.” I had no choice but to do as she says. I prostrated myself on the ground and positioned the right side of my forehead beneath her right foot. She had her legs crossed, with her right leg resting on top.I then said in a weak voice, “Please, not this.”She kept brushing her toes on my face while laughing and said, “I told you what would happen if you make one more mistake, didn’t I?”I knew I made a mistake, but that was too cruel. I kept begging her, I made all kinds of promises. Cebeci Escort She interrupted saying “It seems you need to be constantly reminded who you belong to. No matter what happens you don’t move your head, do you understand?”In a broken man’s voice, I answered, “Yes ma’am. I belong to you.”The mere thought of disobeying her scares every cell in my body. There was no way I was getting up before she tells me to. I had no chance but to keep begging her for mercy. A minute later, we heard the bathroom door open. My wife’s footsteps could be heard coming from the hallway, she was seconds away from entering the living room.I closed my eyes and said, “I belong to you!”***To Cebeci Escort Bayan understand how I got to this point, we have to go back to last summer. My wife and I are in our early thirties, with no kids, and have been living in a nice home with steady jobs. Dalia was my wife’s good friend from work, who used to frequently hang out at our place. We would all play cards, watch a movie, or just do anything that gets our minds off our stressful, daily lives. Dalia and I would go out to the terrace to smoke cigarettes and talk about random topics. We got very close; she even knew about my weed habit, which I kept a secret from my wife, as she never accepted it.One Escort Cebeci night, we were celebrating my promotion with our friends at a local pub. At midnight, the three of us went home all tired and drunk. We sat on the couch and drank some more while we talked. After thirty minutes, my wife slept. I carried her into bed and came back to Dalia. We continued our conversation for a while, then went to the terrace to smoke. We ran out of topics, so we decided to play our famous embarrassing questions game. One of the questions she asked me was to share an embarrassing moment I had with my wife before getting married. I told her about when I tried to open up to her about my fantasies. She was drunk at the time, and she kept telling me how weird I was. Which made me not comfortable talking about it with her again.Dalia asked while laughing, “It can’t be that bad. What is it?.”We were good friends so I felt comfortable telling her that I like women’s feet.
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