Trapped Between Two Alphas novel Chapter 321

(Kaden POV)

Work was a grind, and the added responsibilities at the office were a new and heavy weight on my wife. Most days, Annabel arrived home stressed and tired, rolling in just in time for dinner. I had my own stresses, but they actually seemed less. Plus, on most weekdays, I could manage an afternoon nap before I picked up the kids. It was reinvigorating. Once homework and baths were squared away, I would put the kids to bed, then attend to her. I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV.

Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.

At the exact same time that I noticed my hard cock had escaped the fly of my boxers, she noticed, too.

"Well, I guess you enjoy rubbing my feet as much as I do," she said with a little laugh. "Wifey's clit is so big tonight."

We had both become comfortable enough in my new role that our conversation sometimes was sprinkled with playful, mocking pet names like "wifey." I would sometimes tease her back by calling her "boss" or "bitch-queen."

She grazed my cock with her naked foot, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. She chuckled, sat up and wrapped her hand around my hard shaft.

"God, you are hard as a rock. Is this really turning you on, baby?"

I replied with a breathless yes, and she giggled.

Maybe it was a tendency lying latent or dormant in me for a long time. Nevertheless, I was somewhat prepped for, even eager to accept her sexual assertiveness.

For a minute or two, she silently stroked my cock and teased my balls with her feet. She then noticed the bead of precum that had formed on the urethral opening of my cock. She sat up and then swiped it onto her finger. I think she shocked and surprised us both by depositing the drop onto my tongue and into my gaping, panting mouth. Both of us blushed. She smiled, and I swallowed.

"I think wifey should do her duty and give her man a nice, long blowjob. Don't you think?"

I nodded.

"Get up and strip for me."

In less than a minute, I stood before her completely naked, completely erect and completely hers. I was so mesmerized by the experience that I wasn't even nervous about the kids waking up and finding us like this in the living room. I was ready to perform for her, ready to serve. I was turned on like nothing else.

With warmth and love and just a bit of steel, she smiled at me. She stood and slipped off her panties, past her black thigh-highs, to her feet. Next, she removed her top and bra. Except for her skirt and stockings, she was naked. She sat like a queen on the edge of the sofa.

"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me, I want you to make me happy," she said.