by Jason Lenov
Suddenly I was very, very jealous. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a special vacation for just me and Valerya melted into a horrible, awkward threesome where I was the third wheel and they were the couple giggling on the porch.
She must have sensed my growing irritation. Dancing around him, she hopped down the steps and put her arms around me as she leaned in for a kiss.
"Sorry, Robbie."
"It's okay," I muttered, even though it wasn't. The last thing I wanted to look like was a jealous husband.
Viktor spun around, fished in his pocket and pulled out a key. "Sorry I am late. Banking problems."
"No problem," I said, forcing a smile and taking the key from him.
"So," he said, folding his arms across his broad, bulging chest. "You have everything inside. Water from well is okay, just checked few days ago. You need anything, here is my cell phone number."
I took the card he'd produced, seemingly out of nowhere.
"There will be no problem. We fixed place up this spring. In great shape. You will love it."
"I'm sure we will," I answered, putting an arm around Valerya's waist. What was this strange possessiveness I suddenly felt? Like I needed to show him that I owned her. That she was mine.
"Okay," he said, turning and jumping back onto the four wheeler. "You will have amazing time. I know it. Any problem, call me!"
The engine revved to life. He turned the handlebars and twisting the throttle tore deep grooves into the forest floor as he spun back in the direction he came from. We listened to the sound of the engine fading and soon we could hear the wind in the trees again.
I turned to Valerya. She was smiling.
"I love you. Thank-you. This is perfect," she purred, leaning in and touching her forehead to mine.
I wanted to tell her I loved her too. I wanted to tell her we were going to have a great time and talk about the three weeks we had to relax. But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach nagging and gnawing at me and no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't go away.
"What'd he say to you?" I finally asked. It just felt like it had to come out.
"Huh?" she asked, completely ignorant of where the question had come from.
"Viktor. When he was speaking Ukrainian?"
"Oh," she said, glancing down at the ground as she tried to remember the conversation they had had. "Just, you know, silly things. Ukrainian men always talk like that."
Talk like what? But I didn't say it. So as we walked into the place we would be living for the next three weeks, the place I'd rented for us, that question burrowed down into my stomach and wouldn't let go. What did Ukrainian men talk like to Ukrainian women when they met?
The place had obviously been gutted on the inside and completely redone. The walls had been taken out and everything was one big, open space. There were stairs that led to a loft presumably where the bed was, a large stone fireplace had been put in the center of the room, surrounded by plush couches that gave the place a chalet feel. Beyond that was a handsome kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite counter tops that were in contrast to the log walls.
It had cost a pretty penny to rent for the three weeks but seeing the look on Val's face right then was more than worth it.
"Robbie! Robbie! Robbie!" she squealed spinning around and looking at the high ceilings in wonder.
"So you like it, huh?"
"I love it! I love you!" Her attention shifted and she ran back towards me and put her arms around my neck. Her whole body was hot from the drive and the chamomile of her conditioner mingled with the tangier bite of her sweat in an intoxicating scent of her.
She kissed me on the lips, then on the cheek, then her lips drifted down and kissed my neck. When she looked into my eyes again, she was wearing a wry smile.
"Should I give you a thank-you present?" she asked with big eyes. She bit her lower lip so there could be no mistaking what she meant.
Of course I wanted my thank-you present, although, I was mostly just glad that she was so happy. I wanted to take her upstairs and lay her down on the bed and fuck her the way I'd fucked her that night, but that damn question wouldn't stop bouncing around in my mind.
Talk like what?
Before I could say anything, she was on her knees in front of me, working at my belt buckle. By the time she had it open it would have been strange if I had asked her to stop. Besides, my cock was kind of hard already and I was feeling like a hero for making her so happy.
Before she pulled my cock out, she hooked a finger into the spaghetti straps of her tank top and pulled it down enough so that her bra less breasts came tumbling out. She looked up at me, smiling and winked.
Fuck me, this I could get used to.
Chapter 4
She didn't just swallow my cock, either. She started off kissing it with tender, gentle kisses, her fingers running along its skin. She pressed it against her soft cheek and looked up at me with wide eyes and smiled, then dragged her nails lightly along my now-hardened rod.
Then she brought her mouth around to the head. I felt her breath on me, hot and ready.
My cock was aching now, aching to press into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Instead, she flicked her tongue out and caught the tip of my head, making my cock bounce and my ass flex as I tried to push myself into her.
She backed away. She glanced up, her lips turned up in a playful smile. She did it again, licked just the tip. Her pink, wet tongue felt like heaven and I wanted to feel more of it. I wanted to ram myself into her mouth.
I put a hand on the back of her head and stepped towards her. My hips jutted forward, trying to force my cock into her mouth.
With lightning reflex, her hand shot up between my legs and grabbed my balls. I mean really grabbed them. I groaned, but this time it was from just slightly too much pressure on my sack.
"Hey, Val, easy..." I grumbled.
She didn't relent. She tugged me slowly backwards, so that I had to pull away from her hot little mouth. It hurt a bit, but it was actually pretty hot, her taking charge like that. As soon as I was far enough away that I couldn't ram myself into her throat, she leaned back in and rewarded me with a kiss on the head of my cock.
I could feel seed moving from my sack already and I really wanted to feel myself inside her but she still had her fingers around my balls.
"Come on baby, please?" I begged, touching the side of her face with a finger.
"That's better," she whispered with a coy smile. Still holding onto my nuts, she pressed her lips against the head of my cock, leaned forward even more and began to slide me into her mouth.
She did it so slowly that I could feel every goddamned inch of my manhood sinking into the molten heat inside her cheeks. As I sank deeper into her, she'd bring her tongue up every once in a while and swipe it from side to side along the base of my shaft. I thought I was going to come just from that.
Then, with my cock throbbing inside her mouth, she stopped, held me there for a while, then started coming off of me just as slowly as she'd come on. The feeling of sliding out of those hot, tight lips and back into the lonely chill of the room was agonizing and all I could think of was being back inside her again.
Everything else vanished from my mind as I settled into the empty space of waiting for a climax where nothing else mattered.
"Tell me what you like, Robbie." The question jarred me back into reality as my mind kicked back into gear trying to think of an answer.
"Wh...what do you mean?" I asked, breathless.
"I mean what we were talking about in the car. Tell me about it?"
I guessed she was talking about her feet but why did I have to tell her about it? What was I supposed to tell her? I wasn't good at any of that stuff. Usually we just had sex and that was that.
"Baby, you know me, I can't do the dirty talk thing..." I said, hoping that she'd let it go.
She didn't. She smiled, caressing my cock with the palm of her hand. "Just say what it is then?" she whispered.<
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"What? What what is?" I started getting a little annoyed at her requests and felt my erection start to wilt.
"Just tell me what you like. What you were looking at," she teased, still running her warm palm along my shaft.
I breathed deep. Okay. I could do this. Just one word. Just say it Robbie.
"Feet. I like your feet."
I don't know why hearing that made her so happy but she started smiling even wider and put me back into her mouth again.
I groaned, my hips moving forward again. I felt her pull on my sack again, drawing me out. My cock fell out of her mouth with a pop.
"You want to come on my feet, Robbie?" she asked, grinning now.
The question sent a pulse of lust through me as I imagine a hot load splattering over her pretty toes and my cock hardened again right away.
"Fuck baby," I muttered. We usually didn't talk about this stuff. We usually didn't do any crazy shit, really. "I guess that'd be fun." I looked down, past her tits and towards the ground where I could see her sandaled feet. The image stirred in my mind again and now, suddenly I really wanted it. I really wanted to blow my load on her feet.
She stood up. Somehow, she managed to hold onto my nuts. She was gentle enough but she kept her hand there and the thought that she might twist or tug at any moment, kept me from misbehaving. She leaned in. I smelled my cock on her breath. As she kissed me, I felt her hand knead my nuts between my legs.
I closed my eyes and kissed her back, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. Immediately I felt a tug on my balls and I drew back. When she pulled away from the kiss, she was smiling.
I don't know what it was but something about her dominating me like that was really hot.
"Come on," she said and without waiting, turned and started to walk towards the couch, still holding onto my balls.
I had no choice but to follow. I mean, I could have yanked myself away but I was really enjoying whatever it was she was playing at.
She got up onto the back of the couch and put one sandaled foot up there, too.
I stared at it. Those toes. Those perfectly proportioned toes with thick, puffy pads that thinned until they turned into the slender curve of the rest of her feet.
She still had my balls and she grabbed my cock with her other hand.
I glanced at her tits. They were gorgeous, full and ripe. But this time I didn't stare at them for long. My gaze drifted back to her toes.
"Come on baby," she whispered as she wrapped all her fingers around my cock and started stroking. "Come on foot."
Fuck that was hot. She'd never done anything like it. I couldn't even believe she knew how turned on her feet made me. Had she known all along that I always stared at them in the car?
As she worked my cock with one hand, she started kneading me again with the other. I groaned as I felt the cum start to swell from my balls.
"Yes," she whispered and then bit her lip. She looked down at my cock in fascination. Like she couldn't wait to see the cum come flying out of it. She looked up at me and our eyes met. "Come on baby. Come on Robbie, be a good boy. Come on my foot. Please?"
She was really playing it up and sharp thrill raced through me at how much she was acting like a porn star. I stared at her, taking in her whole face, basking in her smile. She seemed to really want this, she really wanted me to come on her foot and she was acting like nothing in the world would make her happier and that was fucking hot.
"Oh fuck baby," I grimaced, breaking our stare to look down at my flexing cock.
"Yeah baby," she urged, "that's a good boy. Come on. You can do it. Come for me baby. Come on my foot."
Her urging was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. Like something really important depended on me blasting my seed all across her foot.
I felt the surge of cum shoot out of my balls and fill the length of my throbbing cock. She must have felt it harden in her hand.
"Yes..." she whispered. "Come on Robbie. That's it."
"Holy fuck!" I shouted as hot, white seed spurted from the straining head of my cock. The first blast shot across the arch of her foot and she quickly moved the head of my cock for the second wave. A pulse of cum came flying out again and landed in a thick rope across her perfect toes. "Fuck!" I groaned again as the orgasm tightened my whole body.
Her hand slowed down. Now she wasn't jerking me off any more. She squeezed and pulled my cock, like she needed to milk every last drop out of it and more.
The furious grip of the orgasm let go of me and I started panting heavily. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder to steady myself.
She just kept squeezing and pulling on my cock, her other hand kneading my nuts. A few more shots of cum dribbled out, painting her feet.
Suddenly I just couldn't take any more. "Okay baby, I gotta stop."
She looked up at me. She still had a big smile on her face. She seemed thrilled at what she'd done. She gave me one last squeeze that made me groan a bit and double over, then let me go. She reached down and put a finger into the biggest puddle of my cum.
I was already feeling a little awkward, now that my orgasm was over. I pulled up my pants and was about to turn around but I just couldn't stop myself from looking at the cum-covered foot one last time.
"Did you like it?" she asked, still playing with the cum with her finger.
"Val, come on...you know I did," I answered, trying not to sound too sheepish. What was up with her? Again I tried to turn away but just couldn't. I just had to keep staring at that foot.
"You want a closer look?"
My eyes darted up to meet hers. This is what I hadn't wanted. I didn't want her thinking I was creep or pervert, that I wanted to stare at the glaze I'd just left on her feet.
But that was what I actually wanted to do.
Without warning she spun towards me and leaned back. Her foot came up and slowed just before it landed gently on my chest. Before I knew it, I was face to toe with her beautiful, slender feet, covered in a cooling mess of my own making.
I looked up at her.
She giggled. "Kiss it please!" she sang, her voice playful.
So, what the hell, I did. I kissed her big toe and she wiggled all of them because it tickled. Then I stared at her foot some more, watched the cum oozing towards her leg. Then she got tired and took it down.
"Towel?" she asked.
I ran to the kitchen and tore off a few paper towels, then cleaned her foot off for her.
"You liked it right?" she asked, swinging her arms around my neck and kissing me.
Whatever. It was vacation. We didn't have to be all uptight. I didn't have to be all uptight. I leaned in and kissed her. "I loved it babe. You?"
"It was fun! But now I'm starving. Should we eat?"
She bounced off the couch and towards the kitchen. I watched her go, my eyes following her shapely ass.
Chapter 5
We ate dinner. The place was fully stocked. Steaks in the fridge, wine in the cellar and cold beer in a huge second fridge in the basement downstairs. I got a little tipsy and Val got a lot tipsy and even though she looked so damn sexy I could tell she'd gotten too drunk to have sex again.
I sent her off to bed upstairs and decided to read for a bit before going to bed myself. But I couldn't. It was that question bouncing around in my mind.
Talk like what?
The thing was, I had no idea why I was thinking so much about it, or rather why it was occupying so much space inside my head. So I put my book down and decided to think it all the way through, to really try to get to the bottom of it so that maybe that would make it go away.
It hit me like a freight train. Why the hell was I here in the first place? None of this would have happened if I hadn't heard her say that thing on the phone about cheating on me. The answer was simple: I was jealous.
I was jealous that the possibility of being with another man would even enter her mind, even if she was just having a laugh with a friend. I felt bad that I'd neglected her needs so muc
h that she would even joke about doing something like that. I was jealous of Prochenko and the instant rapport they'd shared, jealous of the way she smiled at him and touched her neck. Jealous of the lilt in her voice she only got when she spoke Ukrainian. I'd have to do a lot of learning before she talked to me like that.
So I mulled all that over in my head. Turned it up and packed it back down and rolled it around but it wasn't until I thought of the possibility that maybe what she'd said to her girlfriend hadn't been a joke, maybe she was really, seriously thinking about cheating on me, that everything got strange.
Of course I felt that initial rush of jealousy at the possibility of my wife cheating on me. When I actually thought about what it would be like, her with another man, the rush of adrenaline that sent into the pit of my stomach was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It took me completely by surprise.
I thought about it. Valerya, my wife, on her back and spreading her thighs while a stranger crawled between them to fuck her.
Another stiff shot of adrenaline raced through me and this time, my cock moved.
What the fuck? Was I crazy? Was there something wrong with me that thinking about my wife with another man would make me feel like that? A weird sort of shame settled onto me as I thought about it again.
It would be humiliating, wouldn't it? If she ever slept with anyone but me, it would be completely humiliating and I could never ever let something like that happen. And yet...
My cock was completely stiff. All that adrenaline had made me so hard I could barely stand it. I thought of Valerya up in bed, snoring and wondered if I would be able to wake her up. Like any man my age, or probably any man ever, I figured it wouldn't hurt to try.
I snuck up the stairs, dropped my pants and shirt on the floor and crawled under the covers. It was hot under the covers as her body worked to burn off all the alcohol she'd had. I shuffled over and pressed myself against her body. She moved. Her shoulder moved as I touched it and she leaned back into me a little bit.
I leaned in and kissed the part of her neck that was peeking out.
Nothing.