His Dirty Sock in My Mouth, His Sweaty Foot on My Face
by Oblivious Cuckold
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“Fine, I’ll play by myself.” I said to my tag-along friend, Andrew. He was deeply involved in a conversation with my wife, Laryssa. Whatever they were talking about seemed to be intimate. Their faces were so close to one another’s that their lips were practically touching.
Andrew took a second to break away from their discussion to throw a snide comment my way, after hearing what I said.
“Eh…what a surprise.” Andrew said to my wife. “He’s playing with himself, again-ah.” My wife laughed into his shoulder. I squirmed at his half-truth. How did Andrew know my wife and I didn’t have the sex-life I wished we did? Did she tell him she was saving herself for a special night, like she told me after our wedding night?
“Well, that tends to happen when you play video games, Andrew.” I said, trying to look less inferior in front of he and my wife. “You of all people mmmmphhphhh—”
I didn’t see Andrew take his sneaker and dirty sweatsock off as I was talking. Nor did I anticipate him shoving that stinky sweatsock right in my mouth, mid-sentence.
“Eh…there, that’ll shut him up-ah.” Andrew said, getting back on the couch with Laryssa, who covered her face on his left chest to conceal her amusement.
I tried to take the sock out of my mouth, but was quickly put in my place by my tag-along friend-turned-bully.
“Nah, keep in in there.” Andrew instructed me. Nervous about the consequences of defying him, I continued to play the game, inadvertently sucking the sweat right out of Andrew’s dirty white sock with each breath I took.
Whether he was putting on a show for Laryssa, or just happy to humiliate me in front of her, Andrew wasn’t letting this moment of superiority go. He lifted his leg and placed it on the armrest of the sofa I was sitting on. Even with his dirty sock in my mouth, I caught a whiff of his big bare foot, which had to be at least a size thirteen. I took a second to turn my head and glance at it, someone hypnotized by his foot’s perfection: trimmed toenails, thick toes, meaty feet, not a blemish on them, a perfect mix of dark and light pink. I looked up and saw that Andrew was smirking at me, catching my admiration of his giant foot. I felt a power shift between us at that moment. Laryssa, watching intently, asked me why I hadn’t pulled away from a big foot that was inches away from my face. She laughed when I tried to answer, forgetting that my mouth was full with a dirty sock. Laryssa leaned in and whispered something in Andrew’s ear, which made the two of them laugh without looking at me. My wife and my newfound bully were having a moment together at my expense.
“Eh…you can take the sock out now-ah”. Andrew said to me with a look of disgust on his face. I immediately reached into my mouth to take it out, not realizing Andrew was still talking.
“Now take the other sock of my foot and shove it in your mouth.” He said, arms spread out on my couch, my wife snuggled closer to Andrew, his hand pulling her shoulder in close as she did.
“I’m not going to do that, Andrew.” I said to the all-new alpha male in the house.
“Oh yes you are-ah.” He replied, snickering at how timid I had suddenly become around him. My wife remained silent, in awe of my buddy’s sudden authority. I tried to ignore him and still play my game, but Andrew’s tone suddenly changed.
“Do it.” He said, sternly.
I tried to act like I was doing it out of protest, but he wasn’t buying it, especially when I “accidentally” dropped my controller on the ground, which landed so close to his massive foot.
“Atagirl.” Andrew chuckled, which made my wife moan as she squeezed her legs together.
I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could speak, Andrew shoved his socked foot right in my mouth, laughing as he did it. He put his sole on my face and pushed me down on my back, and when I landed, he leaped out of his seat and towered above me, that smirk on his face oozing confidence. With one swift motion, Andrew whipped the other sock off his foot and shoved it right in my mouth, again. He added the extra layer of humiliation by rubbing his bare foot on my lips, so that I was gagging on his sock and squirming under his big foot.
I’ll never forget the sight of my wife’s legs quivering with every action of Andrew’s, nor will I ever get the taste of his rubbery pink toes out of my mouth. |
