'may I please massage your wife's feet' I had asked Dave. With a big grin he said 'of course, but not here' and invited me back to theirs. I followed them back to theirs and as soon as we got through the door Sarah disappeared upstairs. 'come on through' said Dave 'take a seat and I'll go make the coffee' and wandered off to the kitchen. Not long after he'd gone the living room door opened and there was Sarah wearing just her underwear. She had a great body. Curvy and plump with heavy swinging breasts in a black lacy bra and a surprisingly pert bum which was wrapped in the see through french knickers. She flopped in one end of the couch, lifted her legs and the placed her feet once again in my lap. 'now where were we' she laughed. I reached out and took hold of her feet. 'mmmmm nice' I said. 'shut up and start rubbing' she told me. I started to massage her feet. My thumbs working deep into the soles whilst my fingers massaged the top of her feet. Sarah lay back, closed her eyes and let out a gentle moan. ' now kiss them' she instructed. I bought them to my face and started covering every inch of her feet in my adoring kisses. Then my tongue flicked out and started running all along her feet from her toes to her ankles. Occasionally I would lick her soles but that tickled too much do I would quickly be out back to work on the top of her feet. The door opened again and Dave walked in with 3 cups of coffee and placed them quietly on a side table. ' I see you've gotten better aquainted' he joked before walking over and standing right in front of me. 'she likes it hard mate' he winked as he unzipped his trousers to reveal a seriously impressive, rock hard cut cock. He held her feet against his cock and her toes curled up and wrapped around him before she started to wank him with her feet just inches from my face. 'dont stop kissing!' she ordered so I leant over and tentatively tried to kiss her feet but the movement made it difficult so Dave held her feet in place and started to fuck them. I leant over again and my lips made contact with her feet drawing out a loud gasp from sarah. 'lick them' she told me so once again my tongue made itself busy and I started to lick. Occasionally Dave would trust harder and I would feel his cock against tongue. His strokes got longer and longer and each time they did his cock made its way a little further against my tongue, then my lips before finally entering my mouth. 'good boy' they both said as the tip of Dave's cock entered my welcoming mouth. By now my head was laid sideways on her feet and Dave was thrusting his cock between her toes and into my mouth. Then Dave reached out and cupped one hand around my head and got a better grip on Sarah's feet with his other hand and really started fucking her feet and my mouth. He got faster and harder with each thrust and as he got faster and harder he got deeper into my mouth, only slowing when he made me gag little. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head away. 'watch' he commanded as he let go of my head. He took Sarah feet in one hand and his cock in his other hand and aimed his cock at her feet. 'im cumming' he said as he wanked and I watched as spurt after sport of thick white cum shot out of his cock into her feet. It was everywhere. Running down the top of her feet towards her toes where it would puddle a little bit before seductively dripping between her painted nails. 'kneel' said Sarah so I got off the couch and knelt before her. She turned and pointed her cum covered feet in my direction. 'now clean them' she ordered.