My servant for the day

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Allie crossed one leg over the other and relaxed back into the pool chair. The day was perfect – clear blue skies, sun that wasn’t too hot, and a nice glass of mint-infused water beside her. This was how she wanted to spend every Sunday afternoon. She pulled her sunglasses onto her face and took her long black braid, pulling it over one shoulder. Her bikini was barely-there, a skimpy pink set she had just bought the day before. Her husband, Marcus, thought it was the sexiest bathing suit he had ever seen her in.

Sunday was a great day for another reason – Allie and Marcus had a Sunday tradition that they spent the entire week looking forward to. And today was no different. 

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“Where is he?” Allie muttered, looking back at the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen. “Marcus! You’re taking your sweet old time, aren’t you?”

Within a few seconds, Marcus had appeared in his mint green swim trunks, carrying a tray of fresh fruit and sandwiches. He had on his aviator shades and smiled at his wife as he approached her. He really did look like he was hired help. 

“Here you are, goddess. Fresh fruit as requested, plus a little extra.”

He put the tray down beside Allie, who gave the tray a onceover before looking back up at Marcus. She seemed pleased. “This looks adorable. You did such a good job serving your goddess. Strawberry, please.”

Marcus sat beside Allie on the neighboring lounge chair and took a strawberry between his fingers. He brought it to Allie’s glossy lips and watched as she bit into it. Never had a strawberry been consumed so sensually and intimately before, he thought. She licked her lips. 

“You look gorgeous,” Marcus said breathlessly, taken aback suddenly as he really got a look at his wife, her body stretched out under the golden sun. “Goddess,” he added hastily.  

Allie giggled. “Another strawberry, please.”

Marcus brought another piece of fruit up to his wife’s lips and allowed her to bite it between her teeth. This continued on for a few minutes until half of the fruit was gone. 

“Would you like help reapplying your sunscreen?” offered Marcus, realizing the bottle was sitting underneath Allie’s chair. 

“Yes! Such good thinking for a little sex servant,” said Allie, sitting forward so Marcus could rub the lotion across her back and shoulders. He pressed his fingers into her shoulders, giving her a little massage as he went. He dragged his hands all the way down to her back dimples and back up, so that he was now massaging the back of Allie’s neck.

As he did so, Allie reached around to untie her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. 

“Mmm, play with my titties,” Allie commanded, closing her eyes happily as Marcus’s hands squeezed her breasts together. His fingers slid across her nipples just how she liked. He gave them each a gentle tug as Allie’s head lolled from side to side. She loved being worshipped like this, touched just how she wanted.

Marcus’s cock was getting hard already, but he knew this day wasn’t about him. Sundays were for serving Allie, however she requested to be served.  

Allie laid back while Marcus joined her on her chair, bending his head down to suck each pink nipple into his mouth. Allie loved how it felt, his warm tongue swirling around. Allie sighed contentedly, letting the sun splash against her face as her husband sucked on her breasts.

“Now for my pussy,” said Allie, ready for some more intense action. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

That was fine by Marcus. He happily got in between her legs and started to kiss her toned, flat stomach, before taking the sides of her bikini bottoms and sliding them off her waist. When Allie was fully exposed, Marcus lowered his face to her pussy, breathing her in. She smelled so good, as she always did, and Allie spread her legs apart a little further so he could really get in there.

“Mmm, yes, that feels good,” Allie sighed, when Marcus’s tongue made its way up from her entrance to her clit, where he slid it back and forth.

Marcus mumbled back some sort of appreciative reply as he pleasured her, listening to the way she sighed and moaned, occasionally reaching down to play with Marcus’s hair. At this point in their marriage, he knew just how to please her, knew just what she liked. He knew to keep his tongue flat and ride, moving it in little motions.

Marcus lost track of how long he was eating her pussy for. He was jolted back to reality as his wife started to cum, her body quivering as an orgasm crashed through her. She reached down to hold his head in place as she came, not wanting him to move an inch from where his tongue was splayed out. 

“Oh, fuck,” Allie said loudly, finally letting go of her husband’s hair. “Mmm, that was great. I really do love Sundays.”

Marcus sat up and smiled down at her. His cock was throbbing hard in his swim trunks now, and Allie saw it, too. Seeing the thick outline of his shaft through the thin material only turned Allie on more. How did she get so lucky, having a husband who loved being her servant?

“Strip down,” she said suddenly, sitting forward. “Sit down there at the end of the chair and take off your trunks.”

Marcus took his swim trunks off immediately and sat where Allie had requested. 

“Now, a foot massage, please. And if you do a good job, maybe I’ll give you a foot job and let you cum on my toes.”

Marcus felt his cheeks burn red. Hearing Allie talk like that to him, in her bossy, sexy way, never got old. 

“Yes, goddess. You’ve got it.”

Marcus took each of Allie’s adorable feet into his lap and began to massage them. He pressed his fingers into the soles, applying gentle pressure, listening to Allie’s noises to let him know if he was doing a good job or not. He did the same to each foot, admiring Allie’s cute pink toenails which almost matched her bikini perfectly.

Allie tilted her head to the side, as though contemplating. “Hmmm, okay. For that, you get a foot job. Let me at that cock.”

Marcus took a sharp inhale, anticipating what was to come. He angled his body so Allie could access his cock. She took her feet and started running them up and down his shaft, smiling to herself as Marcus began to twitch and shudder. She touched her toes onto the smooth head of his cock, stroking them back and forth.

After a few more minutes of teasing, Allie took one foot to each side of his cock, moving them up and down, slowly. Marcus let his jaw fall slack, groaning as Allie’s smooth soles caressed him. Her feet were perfect for foot jobs – so soft, and pretty to look at. Allie knew just how to position them, so that Marcus’s cock slid with between her arches.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he moaned.

With the sun beating down on them, Marcus could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. It had been building up ever since they woke up earlier that morning. Knowing what was to come for the day was almost as big a turn-on as the foot job itself. 

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?” Marcus groaned loudly, jolting forward. 

Allie clicked her tongue. “Hmmm. . .I’m not sure.”

Marcus twitched back and forth, trying to hold back. Allie’s feet moved up and down in their steady rhythm. 

“Ahhh, please, goddess?” Marcus said, his voice sounding strained. 

“I guess so. Go ahead and cum,” Allie said finally, a smile in her voice. “I’m feeling generous toady, what can I say?”

And with that, Marcus allowed himself an orgasm, his cum shooting out from his cockhead and landing on Allie’s adorable toes. It splashed between them, covering her pink nail polish. Marcus watched it happen, as Allie wiggled her toes back and forth. 

“Thank you for letting me cum, goddess,” Marcus said, his voice exhausted and relieved. He looked up at Allie, who was grinning widely.

“You’re welcome. I can be nice when I want to be. Now clean me up.”

Marcus obliged, grabbing the towel from his chair to wipe the cum off of Allie’s feet. When he was done, he waited for his next orders. 

Allie reached for her glass of mint water, slurped the last few gulps through the straw, and held the glass out to Marcus.

“More water, and then we can get in the pool. I might want to use your cock in there.”

Marcus took the glass from her hands and headed for the house. His heart was racing. Couldn’t it be the weekend a little longer? He was so appreciative of these servant Sundays. . . and also for their privacy fence. 

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