My wife and I were in bed, her asleep, but me I was lying there hard as a lightning rod, still thinking of the foot job I had gotten from her and our guest. I had never had a pantyhose footjob, come to think of it I'd never had foot sex with two women at once either, but today was my day.

It all started when Deborah, Jacqueline's old friend from college came to stay with us for a sweaty, hot weekend in July. The first night, we got tipsy out under the stars and I wandered off to the edge of the wood to relieve myself only to come back to find my wife and Deborah tonguing each other's lips on the porch.

They both looked at me with a saucy, guilty look, knowing I was into it. Their bare feet were curling up in each other's laps as they leaned into to kiss each other. Deborah motioned me over. I sat down between them and each put their feet in my lap and began kissing my neck from either side.

Then Jacqueline leaned and whispered something in Deborah's ear, presumably about how much I love foot sex, since the very next thing I knew my pants were down and Deborah was sliding on a pair of silken pantyhose and I knew a footjob was coming.