A Cuckold She Couldn't Refuse

"All I can do is ask you to think about it Jasmine. I appreciate it has been a lot of information to take in and far more than you were expecting. Like I say, it is not for everyone and I have had plenty of rejections to my requests. If that is your answer, I will respect that and pay you for your time coming here today. But if you wanted to go ahead, we can take things from there."

"Would you be expecting this as a long-term thing?"

"As long or short term as you want. If we tried it and it worked well and everyone was keen to repeat it, I see no reason why we couldn't do it again or make it a regular arrangement. If, however, you decide once is enough that is fine too. I leave the decision entirely with the couple involved."

"Well, I think I have heard enough for today. I have got appointments to get back for this afternoon. Let me think about it before I decide to raise with Jonathan or not."

"That seems only fair. I will walk you out."

Jasmine left the house in a daze. She had gone in mildly curious about what potential business deal a public sector worker who she happened to go to high school with more than ten years before might possibly offer her salon business. But then again, curiosity had compelled her to go and now she had her answer. As she suspected, the request was not strictly business. It was a total violation of her and Jonathan's privacy asking them to have sex as someone watched. More than that, watching whilst sucking on and licking her feet. She had never had anyone watch her have sex before. She knew Jonathan had once admitted after a lot of drinks a secret that one of his guy friends had once asked him to have sex with their girlfriend, but did that make Jonathan an exhibitionist? Would he really accept another guy touching and licking her feet?

At the same time, Jasmine acknowledged what she could do with the money for the sake of one night. Fifty thousand could comfortably expand her salon, pay for a couple of luxurious holidays or even go towards a dream house for her and Jonathan. So many people were into different things in their sex lives, was this ask really so bad? As things were described to her, it seemed she would be in the driving seat, dictating and ordering what her new cuck did. The car journey home went by in a daze and Jasmine remained subdued the remainder of the day. After Jonathan arrived home from work and they made dinner, he noted how withdrawn she was.

"Something on your mind babe? You haven't said much since I got home."

"Oh, it's nothing. Just, something surprised me today is all."

"What was it? You had that meeting with the guy you knew from high school, right? How did it go?"

Jasmine put her phone aside and turned to face Jonathan on the sofa. She placed her hand on his and locked eyes with him as she recounted her strange afternoon meeting, leaving out no detail. Jonathan's face visibly flicked between anger and shock before settling in surprise.

"I can't believe it. What a dirty perv! What did you do?"

"What do you think? I got up and left."

"Surprised you didn't slap him! Goes to show what people are into!"

"I know, I was shocked! Knowing him from high school I never would have thought it. Guess you don't know people as well as you think."

"How did you leave it?"

"I was just in such a daze. I asked general questions about what it would be like but didn't take much in."

"But, from what you're saying, he was offering you £50k for us to go out for dinner and cocktails he would pay for, then come back to his house for him to watch us fuck whilst he wanks himself off?"

"Plus sniff my heels and lick my feet."

"Jesus. I mean, I have heard of couples who are into swinging and threesomes, but this is a whole different league."

"I know. I am still processing it."

"Still? You mean, you're thinking about it?"

"No. Well, maybe. I don't know babe. The whole thing just took me by surprise. I mean, how do you feel about it?"

"I mean, in any other circumstances I would say the guy is a creep and deserving a good kicking from me. And I am still not happy how he approached you. But, on the other hand, there are people out there into stranger things. But I would never consider it if you weren't comfortable."

"I guess I was just blown away by the money. I mean, that would basically be the downpayment on our dream house. Or several luxury holidays away. We work so hard as it is, it would make things so much easier. Wouldn't you have any concerns?"

"A few. I wouldn't want him filming us. Definitely no touching you above the ankles, if you are even into him touching you at all. I wouldn't really be into getting touched. Did he say the kind of things he might want to do?"

"Mainly they involved my feet. Sniffing my worn heels. Kissing, sniffing and sucking my feet. He also mentioned liking the idea of cumming over my feet. Plus, some stuff about nicknames he wanted to use. Goddess for me, Bull for you and cucky for him."

"Bull? Goddess? So random. It is down to you babe. I'll support you either way. But it sounds like if he met our conditions, it might be something you would be happy to go for?"

"I guess I would be. I can't believe it. But it is actually turning me on thinking about it. The idea of someone watching us have sex."

"Well, I know we certainly can put on a good show..." Jonathan said, stroking Jasmine's arm.

Jasmine's face twisted into a wry smirk as she reciprocated, running her manicured fingers along Jonathan's brawny forearm.

"So, shall I text him?"

"Sure. Let's write it together."

Jasmine sat with Jonathan and the couple carefully crafted their message to their cuck-to-be. They discussed their terms including the restaurant, the cocktail bar, times and dates. Jasmine specified a dress and heels she wanted paid for as well as the cost of a manicure and pedicure at her favourite salon. They outlined their limits, including no filming and no touching of her above the ankles or of Jonathan at all. Jasmine indicated she had no issue with cum on her feet, but wanted the flexibility to decide on the night. The message sent, Jasmine was pleased when a reply pinged onto her phone within half an hour agreeing totally to her terms and asking for her bank details. Jasmine let out a shriek of surprise when she checked her account an hour later to find not only the cost of her heels, dress and salon paid for, but also a £5000 deposit.

"Wow, this guy doesn't play around." Jonathan said excitedly.

"I know! I can't believe we are doing this!"

"Easiest money we will ever make babe. How about we head upstairs and practice for Saturday night?"

Jasmine could only smile as Jonathan lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to bed. They shared a passionate night, their minds racing thinking of the evening that lay ahead. The arrangements came together seamlessly during the week. Jasmine made her appointment at the salon and received the most luxurious French manicure and pedicure treatment they offered. The following day, Jonathan and her went for an evening of late night shopping to pick out and purchase her choice of dress and heels. She opted for a provocative faux leather button up dress combined with a tight black top underneath, both of which worked on all levels for Jonathan. For her feet, she opted for a pair of designer black strappy heeled sandals, knowing they would both complement her wardrobe as well as tempt their audience. The evening finally came and Jasmine felt her heart beating faster than usual as the taxi whisked her and Jonathan to the restaurant. They had chosen it from a list of trendy places they wanted to try, a new French place which offered a luxuriant tasting menu. Their eager admirer had sent a gift voucher the night before with an amount that comfortably covered the 6 course menu as well as any wine and cocktails they wished to order. Jonathan confidently ordered one of the most expensive bottles of wine on the menu. Jasmine spoke after the waiter had poured their glasses.

"Well, someone is certainly pushing the boat out!"

"Why not? Since someone else is picking up the bill. You still feeling OK?"

"Maybe a bit nervous. But, it's hard to describe. Almost like a nervous excitement. How about you?"

"Honestly? Excited. It's hard to put into words but I do feel a bit horny just knowing that someone else is paying for all this. The power dynamic of it."

"That is all part of it I suppose. He gets off on the power dynamic we have over him. Suppose it does no harm if we feel good about it too." Jasmine purred, sliding her perfectly pedicured foot against Jonathan's leg under the table.

He smirked in reply and the couple proceeded to enjoy their sumptuous meal. Each course was more elaborate than the last and paired perfectly with the expensive bottle of red. As the dinner wore on, the wine combined with the plan for the evening served to fan the flames of the couple's flirtation. They grew more bold in describing what they wanted to do, how they wanted to do it, how far they would involve their cuck audience or not at their leisure. When they might make him worship and when they might make him watch at their whim. By the time the after dinner cocktails arrived the couple had stirred themselves into a frenzy. Jasmine grew aroused at how much of an exhibitionist Jonathan was prepared to be, whilst Jonathan grew inspired at how bratty and dominating Jasmine could be. Jasmine hastily typed a message into her phone advising their cuck they were ready. Within minutes she received by reply a notification of their taxi booking and that it was around the corner. The couple settled the bill and stepped out of the restaurant into the balmy summer air. Jonathan couple barely keep his hands off Jasmine as they stumbled to the taxi. Jonathan kissed her passionately and grasped at her legs as the taxi drove off into the night.

"Better behave and keep some energy for tonight." Jasmine said, placing her hand on Jonathan's brawny chest.

The taxi left the busy city centre behind and began weaving its way towards the leafy suburbs where the rest of their evening awaited. Jonathan grew ever more excited as the car turned into smaller and more prestigious and exclusive streets. Finally it turned into their destination street.

"Holy shit, you weren't joking about this guy!"

"I know, wait until you see the house." Jasmine replied.

The taxi pulled up to the familiar imposing gates and buzzed at the intercom. The gates seamlessly folded open and Jonathan again emitted an expletive as the house came into view. The taxi drove up the gravelled driveway and turned. The driver explained the journey had been paid for under the app and Jonathan and Jasmine climbed out to take in the house. As the taxi pulled away, the dront door opened and their host emerged. Jonathan had not been sure what to expect of his host but found himself surprised at how average he looked. Average height with a slim build and short brown hair with a fashionable haircut. He was wearing a pair of chinos with a casual polo shirt. Jonathan had expected him to be unattractive yet found himself astounded by how normal he looked.

"Hi there, had a good evening?" he asked cheerily.

"Absolutely. Dinner was great fun." Jasmine said with a smile, moving her body against Jonathan's and grasping his arm. "Wasn't it Babe?"

"Amazing. Definitely a different experience having someone else pay." Jonathan said with a smirk.

"Hopefully a pleasant experience?"

"I could get used to it."

"Glad to hear. Fancy coming inside for a drink?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Jasmine said wryly.

The couple walked together ahead of their host who quietly shut the door behind them. Jonathan took in the scale of the house with the sweeping staircase leading upstairs and the polished tiled floors.

"Just a small cosy place then?" Jonathan joked.

"It suits me well."

"Nice and private." Jasmine purred with a smirk as together they strolled into the living room.

Jonathan sat on one of the wide sofas in the sunken area of the living room, looking out over the sweeping lawn decorated with lanterns. Jasmine slid in beside him, crossing her legs towards him.

"Drinks?" Their host asked.

"I'll take a vodka and coke." Jasmine said.

"I'll take a whiskey if you have one."

"More than a few. Coming right up."

Their host soon returned with 3 drinks in hand and placed them on the table between them. He himself took a modern armchair away from the couple, eyeing them.

"Cheers. I hope your evening has been enjoyable so far?"

"Definitely so far. The restaurant has been on our list for a while." Jasmine replied.

"Excellent. And how are you feeling about what the evening holds?"

"A little bit curious but with some excitement." Jonathan replied.

"Natural enough. Jasmine has shared some of our earlier chat?"

"Yeah, plus some online research we did in the meantime. But how did you get into it?"

"A good question. One I wish I knew the answer to. It is hard to pinpoint an exact reason or moment in my life, but I think I have an idea. I lusted over a girl in high school and pursued her for ages. When we got to our final year, she then rebuffed me and expressed more interest in one of my friends who was taller, more muscular and attractive. By the time I moved into university my feelings of rejection started changing to excitement. When watching porn my gaze naturally gravitated to the woman's feet and things just developed from there. My fantasies followed, wishing to be worshipping a woman's feet and watching whilst she had sex. It just seemed to pair with my foot fetish, being naturally submissive."

"And you were able to do this in relationships?"

"Not so much. But I did find myself developing an arrangement with an ex after we stopped dating. I have sessions with her and her new boyfriend quite often now. You don't have any concerns or reservations?"

"Maybe initially. But we talked them through. It was a very unusual offer, but one we felt was too good to refuse." Jasmine replied.

"Happy to hear. And yourself?" the host asked of Jonathan.

"The way I saw it, people have threesomes all the time. This just happens to be one with a difference. But how does it normally go?"

"Depends on the couple. Some just like to go with their own flow, then introduce me in whenever suits them. Others prefer to interact with me a bit more beforehand, building their excitement off the power dynamic."

"Do you have a preference Babe?" Jonathan asked.

"I think I have an idea. But some ground rules first."

"Of course. Fire away." Her host replied.

Jasmine sat forward, placing her hand on Jonathan's thigh.

"Well, we have met all the other conditions so far. You have paid for my heels, pedicure, dinner and our taxi. Our main conditions are no filming. No touching me above the ankles. I have decided that I would be OK with you cumming on my feet, but only if and when I say so. No touching my Bull at all." Jasmine said finally, leaning her head towards Jonathan.

"All sounds reasonable." Her host replied, sipping on his drink.

"Same for me. So, do we make our way upstairs?" Jonathan asked.

"Not yet Babe. We can make a start down here. I have an idea based on some things I saw online." Jasmine purred, looking into his eyes.

Her host was visibly curious, sitting forward in his armchair sipping his drink as he gazed over at the couple. Jasmine rose to her feet and both Jonathan and their host's eyes followed her across the room. She strode up to his seat and he placed his drink on the table. She leaned forward, hinting at her breasts pressing against her tight dress as she pressed him back in his seat by the shoulders. Jasmine then raised one of her heel clad feet and placed it between his legs.

"Before we make a start cucky, how do my sexy new shoes look on my feet?"

"Spectacular Jasmine."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Sorry. Goddess Jasmine."

"Better. And the French tipped pedicure?"

"Simply superb Goddess Jasmine."

"Thank-you. My favourite salon is quite expensive but I know they do a good job. Take off my heel."

Jonathan looked on in wonder at the commanding presence Jasmine took over their host. He eyed them with a wry smile as their cuck fumbled at the tied straps of her heel before finally unfastening the knot and slipping Jasmine's dainty foot free from it.

"Give it a sniff. Tell me how it smells." Jasmine said, her mouth curling into a smile as she saw a growing bulge starting to tense inside her cuck's trousers. She eyed him as he raised her worn heel to his face and drank in the aroma.

"Beyond words Goddess Jasmine. A simply divine aroma."

"Good boy. Now the other."

Jasmine replaced her legs and watched as her cuck repeated the process. Jonathan found himself growing ever more excited as the scene unfolded before him.

"Tell me how much you love the smell of my feet."

"I love the smell of your feet Goddess Jasmine." Her cuck whimpered in reply.

"I can tell from the bulge in your trousers. But no touching yet. Not until we have had some fun first." Jasmine purred.

She lowered one solitary finger to her cuck's chin and raised his gaze to meet hers.

"Now cucky, you will address me as Goddess all night and my handsome lover as Bull or Alpha. You can sit here sniffing my heels you paid for whilst you watch us. Only when I say so can you take out your cock and stroke. Stroke thinking of how sexy my feet look and how good they are going to taste and smell later. You were such a good boy paying for our dinner and cocktails. Are you going to be a good boy tonight?"

"Yes Goddess Jasmine."

"Good. Stay here and sniff for me." She replied.

Jasmine turned and locked eyes with Jonathan who leaned back in his seat. Jasmine popped the buttons from her dress and let it slide to the floor, revealing her tight top and skimpy underwear below. She climbed over Jonathan so she was straddling his waist as he raised his hands to grasp hers.

"Well aren't you full of surprises Babe. Never knew you had this side..."

"Hmm, glad you like it. Now kiss me whilst he watches..."

Jasmine leaned her face into Jonathan's and the two enjoyed a long passionate kiss. Jasmine emitted occasional moans as the kisses grew more fevered, grinding her body against Jonathan. His grip moved from her waist down to her thighs before looping back to grasp firmly at her ass. All the while, their greedy audience eyed them whilst sniffing one of her worn discarded heels. Jasmine flicked her head back to take in a shallow breath and turn to face her audience. Jonathan hungrily bit at her neck and chest as she spoke.

"Mmm, having fun cucky? Watching what a real man gets from me. Such a good little boy."

"What shall we make him watch next?" Jonathan said.

"Take off my bra and show him what you get to do to my tits..."

Jonathan effortlessly flicked Jasmine's bra from her body and cast it onto the sofa beside him. Her breasts now free, he leaned forward and Jasmine let out a long low moan as he began flicking his tongue and eager lips across her hard nipples. He grasped them with his brawny hands and hungrily sucked on each nipple, her back arching and body quivering as a result. Jasmine flexed her soles and wriggled her toes with pleasure, partially from reflex and partially from knowing her eager cuck was watching their every move. She smirked as she looked over to see how eagerly her new cuck was sniffing her worn heels. She had never met or experienced a submissive man before, but seeing one now desperately sniffing the odour of the lowest part of her and becoming so aroused excited her. She felt a new power unfolding that she never knew she had. Jonathan was equally enjoying the new experience, seeing the new powerful persona of Jasmine and the sensation of being able to take her in front of someone who could not. Jasmine began returning the favour to Jonathan, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and helping him remove it before kissing and biting at his chest. Jonathan grasped at Jasmine's ass in response as she kissed at his broad brawny bronzed chest. It was not long before Jasmine felt Jonathan's bulging excitement between her legs, straining against his jeans. She reached a hand down, coaxing it with her fingers.