Chapter 2: Bedroom Confessions

"Uh... yeah, I guess?"

Sophia's words hung in the air like smoke after the mall bombshell. She'd nailed it—connecting my foot fetish to that cuckold story on my phone. She knew I worshipped her feet, always teasing me with them during foreplay. "Like a little puppy," she'd giggle post-orgasm, flushed and breathless. No wonder she pieced it together so fast. I sucked at lying anyway, mumbling denials that fooled no one.

"You wouldn't... actually have this kink, would you?"

"No... nope!"

My stiff posture and flushed face betrayed me. We'd been together five years— she could read my soul. No need to call out the lie; it screamed.

"Since... when?"

I stammered nonsense, clamming up. She backed off, ever the sweet, empathetic type. Awkward silence carried us to the car, then home. Dinner, showers, and finally the bedroom.

"Mmmph... so fucking tired..."

Sophia flopped face-first onto the bed, wriggling like a kitten. I sat beside her, heart full despite the tension. Then she flipped, scooting back, draping her perfect legs over my shoulders—those silky soles inches from my face.

"Teasing me already? I'm gonna punish you for that."

Fire ignited. I lunged, pinning her under me, hands ripping at her flimsy sleepshirt. She squirmed, laughing, half-fighting—our private ritual kicking off.

"Ahh! Hey—"

I devoured her feet like a starving man, sucking toes deep while thrusting into her wet heat. Her moans fueled me. I was packing decent—six solid inches, maybe seven on a good night. Enough to make her scream my name, keep us both hooked.

"Umph... ahh, fuck... babe... haa..."

Her pussy clenched around me, slick and tight. But then, mid-thrust—

"What if some other guy actually did this to me? Would you really get off on it?"

I froze inside her. I'd assumed she'd dropped it after dinner. Wrong. Women don't forget shit like that. I schooled my face to bored indifference, but my cock betrayed me—swelling harder, hips snapping faster on instinct.

"Ahh! Wait—slow down, umph... haa! Don't get all... haa... riled up yet. Answer me first, Jake!"

No dodging it now. My body's reaction was busting me wide open. I doubled down, pounding deeper instead of talking.

"Nngh... suddenly so rough... doesn't that prove you're excited? Haah... without saying a word?"

Her voice dripped mock complaint, but the thrill was clear—breath hitching sharper, skin flushing pink from the frenzy. We'd always kept it gentle before; this raw edge hit different. She hooked her arms around my neck, nails digging into my back, body quaking. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaping in gasps—pure temptation.

I ramped up, chasing that high, when her lips brushed my ear. Teeth grazed the lobe, hot breath whispering:

"What if another man pinned me down like this? Fucked me raw? What then, Jake? Haa..."

Blood roared. No controlling it—my dick throbbed huge inside her, thrusts turning brutal. Her words, straight from my dirtiest dreams, made everything swell to bursting.

She felt every pulse, smirking wicked through the moans. "Mmm, yeah... you're losing it. Imagine his cock bigger, stretching me wider... breeding me while you watch. Locked up. Licking my feet clean after."

"Fuck, Sophia—"

"Shh. Admit it turns you feral." Her legs locked tighter, heels pressing my ass, urging deeper. "Say you'd beg for it. Watch him own your girl."

Pounding echoed off the walls. Sweat-slick, her pussy milked me relentlessly. She wasn't stopping—pushing harder, voice a sultry taunt in my ear.

"Picture it, babe. Me screaming for his cum. Dripping for you to taste. You want that, don't you? Right now?"

My control shattered. One more vicious thrust, and I was teetering—fantasy bleeding into reality. Her laugh was pure venom-sweet, eyes gleaming with power.

"Tell me. Or I'll make it happen someday."