“No, no no!  You’re remembering it wrong!” Stephanie said, trying to contain her giggling.  “It was Mrs. Dempsey that kicked you out of the cafeteria, not Mr. Angston!”

“Oh god, that was what…like 15 years ago?” Justin replied.  

Stephanie looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then back down at Justin, “Hummm….13, to be exact.” 

“Okay..well…you can’t blame me for not remembering THAT part.” Justin said, rolling his eyes, “Maybe I forgot which stupid teacher kicked me out, but I remember pretty clearly why I was there.”

“I do, too.”  Stephanie smiled, biting her lip.

“Tom Higginson…the fucking creep.  He just wouldn’t leave you alone…and no one dared stand up to him, not even the teachers.”

“But you did.” Stephanie said, her cheeks a rosey red.  

“Well, I had to!  He was trying to put moves on my crush…and she wasn’t having any of it.” Justin exclaimed.

“Hey! I thought you had only come to my lunch period that day so that you could put the moves on Jenna Hugetits!” Stephanie said down to Justin, positioning her hands over her own breasts but several inches out, her fingers squeezing massive, invisible breasts.

“They weren’t THAT big.” Justin said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, puh-lease….if they’re bigger than mine, they’re HUGE.” Stephanie said, looking down at her own large breasts. “And you wanted to get all up on those things.”

“Well, be that as it may..” Justin conceded, “...but that was only because my crush wouldn’t have given me the time of day…she was busy with ‘Big Hig’.” 

“Staaahp!” Stephanie said, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her blushing face.  “More like he was busy with me!” Stephanie argued.

Justin continued, “Anyway...you were this unreachable angel so I had to go for the next best thing. Jenna HUNITZ was pretty…” Justin said defensively with a playful emphasis on the correct pronunciation of the last name, “...who could blame me?”

Justin really loved these moments when he could be alone with Stephanie.  A whole different side would come out when it was just the two of them, a side that he recognized within himself as well as the side of his first and only girlfriend, his first and only fiance, and eventually his first and only wife.  Unfortunately, as special as this alone time was, it was happening less and less nowadays. 

“Okay, okay wise guy…continue.” Stephanie blushed, covering a smile on her lips.  She took a short sip from her wine glass. 

Stephanie knew the story very well, but she loved hearing it…even after all the bad things that had happened.  Even after all that had changed.  

“Well…” Justin continued, as if it was the first time telling the story and not the thousandth.  “I saw Tom Higginson trying to feel you up and it broke my heart…seeing someone else put their hands all over the girl I was crushing on.  But then, the sadness turned to a weird combination of anger and excitement when I heard you telling him to buzz off.”

“I really did!  I tried!” Stephanie giggled.

“He was probably not used to hearing no.  At least not in ‘timid, pretty-girl’ language.” Justin jested. 

From the other side of the living room, down the hall, Justin heard the sound of bedsprings lightly creaking. It was coming from the other side of the master bedroom door.  His head whipped quickly to the noise, but it didn’t seem like Stephanie noticed.  For a moment, Justin cringed and subconsciously held his breath, waiting…but nothing happened.  He sighed in relief.

“Yeah, but he understood your language though, huh? Loud. And. Clear.” Stephanie said, slamming her left fist into her right palm three times hard enough to make Justin wince a bit but then start laughing. Stephanie’s D-cup breasts bounced freely under her sleepshirt, unencumbered by a bra, as she pounded her fist.

“It only came to that because he wouldn’t stop!  Dumb fucker let his pride get in the way.” Justin justified.  

“Like you said…he definitely wasn’t used to hearing no.

“Well, that’s how big, tall, handsome guys operate.” Justin said with a playful grin

“You used to be big, tall, and handsome too, ya know…but you had all the manners your mama taught ya…” Stephanie mirrored his playful expression, but something on Justin’s face turned sour.  

Stephanie squinted her eyes shut and she quickly tried to correct herself. “Oh, Justin..I didn’t mean it like that!”

For the first time, Justin frowned and his shoulders slumped and that treasured image she had of Justin all those years ago had melted away into what she saw before her now.  Stephanie got more clumsy with trying to backtrack and spare Justin’s fragile, bruised ego. 

“You’re still handsome, at least!  Come on, you know what I meant…stop pouting.” 

“I’m fine.” Justin said, appearing dejected.  

Stephanie wedged her fingers in under Justin’s arms, hooking her thumbs up and pressing their prints into his collarbone.  She effortlessly lifted Justin up off the neighboring couch cushion and set him on her lap, repositioning his small legs so that each one was on either side of Stephanie’s waist.  Even as narrow as her waist was, Justin’s legs had to spread out beyond comfort in order to properly straddle her.  He was so easy to lift and reposition.

“Come on, how can I fix it?” Stephanie said.

Justin was not making eye contact with Stephanie, but he said, “Really…it's okay.” 

Justin felt two massive yet softly feminine fingers slip under his chin. They regulated their strength, which at max power could have likely snapped his neck. Instead, they gently forced Justin’s eyes up to meet Stephanie’s. 

“No it's not.” Stephanie said.  “How about a few kisses?”

Stephanie didn’t wait for an answer, instead opting to raise little Justin to her face and plant a dozen or so kisses onto his face and upper body.  

With each over-emphasized “MUAHH!”, Justin was getting less resistant until finally he started laughing, still trying to push her away but now in a playful way. Her lips were soft, and every 3 or 4 kisses, she’d run her tongue over her lips, re-wetting them for maximum lip-smackage. Her long blonde hair tickled his face and her minty warm breath washed over him.

When Stephanie had felt like she’d planted enough kisses on his face, she lowered him back to her chest level and her eyes couldn’t help but fixate on his underwear, readjusting him to lying on his back, fitting nicely in the crook of her arm. 

“Well, well…..what’s that?” Stephanie asked, biting her lip.

Justin looked down at the tent he was pitching; the bulge was incredibly tiny, just like him, but proportionally speaking, he was massive.  

“That’s your fault…like always.” Justin said playfully.

They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, marinating in the stirred emotion and nostalgia.  Justin reached out with both hands, gripping a few of her fingers and pulled them over his swelling member.  It was the gentlest of pulls from Stephanei’s perspective, even though he was surely tapping into the limits of his strength.  Nevertheless, she allowed her fingers to be pulled and pressed into the growing bulge between his legs.  

Before the incident, Jason had such a large, pretty cock. It was stiff, lovely, and wonderfully thick. She still thought about it every now and then. Not so much Jason’s cock anymore, but more so about cocks in general. There was just something about them that gave her butterflies. 

With one hand, she began rubbing his ever-growing cock through the underwear but very quickly, her other hand rushed in to quickly tug the underwear off.  It was actually a bit jarring to Justin just how quickly she dressed him down to complete nudity.  

She was just as hungry for this as he was.

As hung as Justin might have been when the two met in high school, he was so small now.  His cock had shrunk in proportion to the rest of him, and sometimes it made more sense for the giantess to simply rub his crotch as opposed to trying to pinch his cock and stroke it with a finger and thumb. 

Stephanie had always appreciated Justin’s muscles and calluses earned from years in construction…his skin a pleasant tanned color from hours out working in the sun.  Now, however, his skin was velvety soft, smooth, and adorably pale, no doubt due to his extended and continuous protection from the sun within the protective walls of their home. His muscle tone had also degraded over time, as the only exercise equipment made for someone as small as him was usually manufactured by a company like Fisher Price. 

Stephanie rubbed vigorously and Justin moaned in ecstasy.  Her unrestricted breasts rippled with the labor of her movement, and it was adorable to watch Justin struggle internally with whether to watch the jiggle of her big tits or to watch the movement of her dainty fingertips atop his crotch.  He was trying to do both at the same time and it was so cute.

She could see the tiny veins pulsating along his throbbing shaft, synchronized with his crescendoing heartbeat.  It was the first cock she’d ever had inside of her. Unfortunately, it was far too small for any of that now, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t still play with it!  She did have limited permissions, after all!

Justin’s small, naked body was stiffening in Stephanie’s arms. She could tell he was getting close…she could always tell.

“Oh, shoot…” Stephanie said, lifting her fingers up from Justin’s flaming crotch. The pleasure had so abruptly ceased that poor Justin felt dizzy.  

“What?  What’s wrong?” Justin asked in a daze.

Stephanie looked over toward the door to the master bedroom…the bedroom that her and Justin used to share.  The bedroom that used to be his.

“I…umm…I didn’t ask Bridget yet.”

Justin’s eyes widened in fear. His tone, previously dripping with flirtatious desire and fire, was beginning to show a hint of concern, “Oh, no…honey..I’m so close…come on, just a little bit longer.”

Stephanie smiled, amused at the urgent look in her former lover’s eyes.  

“I’m sorry, baby…but you know the rules.  I have to go and ask Bridget first.”

“Stephanie, please!” Justin said, much more concern as blood must have been forcing its way back to his brain, desperate to convince Stephanie to let him cum.  “It’s really okay!”  

Justin pawed at Stephanie’s fingers, trying to pull them back over his crotch but they didn’t move along under his influence like last time.  This time, they didn’t budge. 

Stephanie couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling of his tiny hands dancing over her fingers.  If he could have, he would have pulled just a single finger over his aching cock, but he couldn’t even manage that. Even if he could somehow get the huge digits over to his manhood, he’d have the responsibility of using them to stimulate himself, which would have been like a baby bunny trying to move a forklift.  Stephanie was sure that trying to maneuver fingers as large as hers would have been far too exhausting for little Justin.  

“You know the rules, silly.” Stephanie said, trying to lighten the mood as she set Justin back down on the couch.  She watched his cock bounce in frustration.

There was only one way that this could happen right now.  Only one way that he could cum.  

He looked frantic…like a little boy that was just old enough to understand his favorite toy store was closing for the evening before he could make it inside to get his most favoritest toy. As Stephanie set Justin down and rose from the couch, Justin too stood up. Even at his full height atop the couch cushion, he still didn’t even clear her breasts.  He grabbed Stephanie’s loose, fuzzy pajama bottoms. If he could have, he would have reached right up and manhandled her breasts.  She LOVED having her big tits played with, but from his position all he could do was admire the deep, dark shadow cast on their undersides.

“Please…It can be our secret, Steph.  We don’t have to tell her about it.” Justin pleaded desperately. His cock was at full attention, pointing up at the stationary ceiling fan overhead. 

Stephanie’s amusement and charmed expression quickly decayed, souring into a judgemental glare of disgust and pity.  “Bridget and I don’t keep secrets from each other.” 

Stephanie’s words were like ice.  Her cold eyes pried in through Justin’s and into his brain…into his soul.  

Justin’s face turned beet red and he looked down at his feet, his tiny hands finally unclenching from his former wife’s flannel pajama bottoms.  Stephanie could plainly see in his demeanor and slumped posture that Justin had been incredibly humiliated by the statement.  

Feeling a bit guilty, Stephanie’s tone softened again.

“I’m sorry, sweety.  How about…I go talk to her, okay?  Hopefully she’s not dead asleep yet.”

Justin’s face lightened up slightly.  “You will?”

Stephanie giggled, “Yes, silly.  But do you promise me you won’t cum while I’m gone?”

Justin blushed again, “Yes, Stephanie…I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Stephanie said, holding out a fist with her pinky finger extended.  Justin reached out and wrapped all four fingers and thumb around the massive digit.

“Pinky promise.” Justin repeated, squeezing her finger.  

Stephanie giggled, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Justin watched as she pranced off down the hallway, toward the master bedroom.  He couldn’t help but stare at her hips as she walked.  The moment that his former wife crossed into the master bedroom and silently shut the door behind her, Justin’s tiny hand circled his tiny cock.  

Stephanie had gotten him so close and even in the face of this humiliation, it still felt as if a strong enough breeze could have pushed him over the edge.  He squeezed his shaft and winced, struggling to suppress his load.  It would have been so easy…just a few pumps…hell..maybe even one pump and it would be everywhere.  

It wasn’t just about the pleasure of cumming for him.  The endorphins flooding his brain allowed him, even if it was just for a moment, to forget the pitiful demotion he’d experienced in the past year.  Things had changed so much, and as the cloud of arousal became more dense, it became easier to escape reality. 

He wanted to stroke his cock so bad.  He wanted to pump it just a single time…but he truly did fear that would be all it’d take.  At his new size, it would be easy enough to hide his load.  He had done it before and as scary as it was afterward, he’d gotten away with it.

But what if Stephanie came back with good news?  What if she scooped him up in her arms and began rubbing his cock moments after he’d cum while she was gone? 

Justin wouldn’t just be able to say that he wasn’t in the mood anymore.  Stephanie was good.  Stephanie was damn good.  Whether it was with her hand, her mouth, or her dripping wet pussy, she could ALWAYS make him cum.  If he didn’t cum in her hands, she’d know that it was because he came on his own.  

He couldn’t risk it.  He couldn’t risk the trouble he’d be in.

He stared down pitifully at his throbbing, aching member.  It begged him to stroke it…to squeeze it…to touch it.  Against his better judgment, Justin allowed the back of his index and ring finger to rub against the underside of his cock and he gasped.  His abs tightened as he felt the orgasm approaching but somehow he managed to stifle it, his stomach consequently twisting into knots of discomfort.  Justin somehow found the strength to resist and his perseverance was soon rewarded by the sound of the master bedroom door opening.  It was Stephanie!

Justin didn’t even realize he was subtly pumping his naked hips into the air as Stephanie approached, her left arm swinging freely with her right arm curiously tucked behind her back.  It felt as if his loins were on fire with yearning.  

And then…his heart sank.

“I’m sorry, sweety.” Stephanie frowned, “Bridget said no.”

Justin’s shoulders slumped and his hard cock twitched, losing a bit of its stiffness. And then, just when things couldn’t have possibly gotten any worse, Stephanie moved her right arm out from behind her back.

He saw it…in all its horrifyingly hot pink glory, he saw it.

It was a bright pink, extra small chastity device. Inside the locking mechanism was a tiny key, dangling from which was an elegant gold necklace. 

“...Please..” Justin whimpered, taking a step backward upon the huge couch cushion until his back pressed firmly into the plush backrest.  If he could have burrowed down into the cracks between those plush cushions and lived there forever, he would have.

“Come on, Justin…it’s going to be okay. I know you don’t like this part, but let’s just get it over with.” Stephanie said, taking a seat next to him and unlocking the device. He responded by scurrying backwards away from her, his back hitting the armrest of the sofa.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and leaned over, inserting a hand under each of his armpits.  Despite his struggles, she lifted Justin with little effort.  Although he’d learned early on not to squirm while she’s holding him, Justin still tried to persuade Stephanie to reconsider.  He was looking for some semblance of a victory…anything at all.

Stephanie cradled Justin in her arms and pulled him in toward her body.  Her cotton sleep shirt was well worn–one of his old shirts from what felt like millions of years ago–and it felt soft against his naked body as she expertly readjusted him.  He laid on his back now, nestled in the crook of her left arm as her right hand was busy.

“Can I please not wear it tonight?  Please, Steph?” Justin pleaded, staring straight up at her angelic, godlike face.  Stephanie was biting her lip, the cute way she did when she was focusing on something, but now she was staring down at Justin.

“Sweetheart…you know I don’t make the rules.” Stephanie said sympathetically.

“I’m your husband!” Justin was incredulous and frustrated,  “And you’re my wife!”

“Actually no, Justin.  I’m HER wife now.” Stephanie replied matter of factly, gesturing toward the master bedroom’s closed door.  She continued.

“Justin…I am SO sorry that this happened to you.  I truly am and I always will be.  I will ALWAYS love you. That’s the reason you’re still here with me…with us.”

He knew what was coming next.  This was not the first time Justin and Stephanie had this conversation.  Justin cringed in anticipation.

“...but I will never be your wife again.  Do you understand, sweetheart?I need you to understand that.  You must.  I’m so sorry…I love you…I really do…and part of me will never fully forgive myself for what happened even though we both know that I’m not 100% at fault here…not even close.  But I’m in love with Bridget now…and she makes the rules.”

Justin interjected, “But this is my house that we live in. I bought it.  I fixed it up. I supported us when–”

“--you keep saying ‘is’.” Stephanie interrupted, sounding a bit agitated.  “This house ‘was’ yours, but do you honestly think you could keep making the mortgage payments?”

Stephanie actually paused to wait for an answer, as if Justin had one.  He didn’t.

“You’re 23 inches tall, Justin.  You can’t work, you can’t earn, you can’t provide.  Heck, you can’t even go outside anymore without being mistaken for mine or Bridget’s baby.”

Justin hung his head in shame, turning his head and brushing up momentarily against Stephanie’s left breast. His cock had completely softened and shriveled. Justin found himself wishing he was even smaller…wishing that instead of stopping at this embarrassing height, he would have just kept on going down into nothingness.

“This was your house. But now this house…it belongs to us…Bridget and I.  Bridget makes the mortgage payments and I take care of the house…and….”

It was coming.  The first time Justin heard it, he was devastated.  He wanted to curl up in a ball and die.  He wondered now if hearing it would have any less of an impact.  If he had finally become desensitized to it.

“...and she…we…let you stay with us.”

Nope…still just as emasculating and painful as ever. Surrendering all his pride and masculinity, Justin did what he had to do.  

“Can you….please just…ask her again?”

Stephanie tilted her head, “Ask Bridget?  Ask her what?”

Justin broke eye contact, “If I can cum.  Please…”

Stephanie thought about it for a few moments, “Okay…I have an idea.”

~

“Can you….please just…ask her again?”

Stephanie tilted her head, “Ask Bridget?  Ask her what?”

Justin broke eye contact, “If I can cum.  Please…”

Stephanie thought about it for a few moments.  Both she and Bridget had a pretty big day, “Okay…I have an idea.”

His hope flickered and his cock twitched.

“...but let’s get you all situated first.” Stephanie said, bringing the bane of Justin’s existence into view.  

He remembered the first time he’d seen it being pulled out of Bridget’s 3D printer.  The 24-year old architect was very tech savvy…and she had spent a considerable amount of time designing the chastity device. Many a long night was spent with her wide rear parked at her computer desk working in the modeling software.  Not only was she intelligent, but she was quite ambitious when properly motivated. 

Bridget had found a few typical chastity device prints online for normal sized men, but many modifications had to be made considering how small Justin and his cock had become. Both girls were very impressed with the quality of the final print; Stephanie was particularly amused at how the locking mechanism was nearly the same size as the cage that would become his cock’s second home. 

“It doesn’t need to be on if Bridget says yes, right?” Justin asked weakly as Stephanie opened the cage portion of the small device.  

“Yeah, but I think she’s more likely to say yes if she sees that we’re following the rules, don’t you think?”

Stephanie had a great point. As much as Justin wanted to argue, she was right.  

Justin winced and grimaced as Stephanie gently grabbed his soft cock.  Just the touch of her fingers caused it to twitch. The flaccid cock began to grow and stiffen and the butterflies in his stomach were out of control.  

“Oh no, baby..try to think of something else.” Stephanie said sweetly, trying to coax the growing erection down…but her sweet voice counterproductively pulled more blood into his member.  

Time was against them.  This was going to hurt.

Stephanie gently yet forcefully pressed the head of Jason’s stiffening cock into the chastity device and started applying increasing pressure.  As small as his dick was nowadays, it was still too big in this state to fit in the device.  Stephanie knew that applied pressure would cause significant discomfort, hopefully resulting in a loss of his erection..and as it slowly pulsed down, she kept applying pressure. Justin winced and whimpered.  

“Sorry sweety, I’ve almost got it all the way on.”

Stephanie eagerly claimed every millimeter of length that Justin was losing and stuffed it into the cage.  She could see in his face the confusing internal struggle of it all.  She was applying uncomfortable pressure to the head of his cock, and the pain was causing it to shrink as she wanted…and yet she knew everything about her was counterproductive to that goal.  Her large breasts were pressing against his shoulder.  She had just showered so her soap and strawberry scented body lotion was probably driving him crazy.  Stephanie knew the power she had over him, and it was interesting how that power was making this so much harder.  

Her two front teeth made a dent in her thick lower lip as she concentrated.  God bless his heart, Justin was doing his best to remain still.  

Finally, his entire softening cock was inside the restrictive prison and she attached the small curved bar snuggly and uncomfortably tight under his balls, ensuring that the device could not be removed.  

Justin watched miserably as Stephanie turned the tiny key, attached to the dainty gold necklace, and locked the device.  Justin was starting to think his decision not to cum while she was gone was a big mistake.

“There, that wasn’t so bad.  I’m getting better at this, huh?” Stephanie chirped optimistically, admiring the hot pink device now clamped to her former husband’s genitalia. 

Justin nodded his head miserably. He wanted to be angry about this…about having to wear this horrible device…about how every one of his orgasms had to be explicitly approved of by Bridget.  But honestly, even he agreed that he’d brought the need for this chastity device on himself.  He wouldn’t forget the humiliating event that necessitated his forced chastity and even if he did, he knew Bridget would always be there to eagerly remind him.  

The sensation of being carried by Stephanie was usually a pleasant, albeit sexually frustrating experience. His cock would press firmly into her hip and the rhythmic bouncing created tantalizing friction and pressure.  Now, however, his bright pink chastity device was pinching his scrotum and causing strong discomfort with each of Stephanie’s thoughtless steps. She made her way down the hallway and Justin swallowed dryly as they reached the master bedroom door.  

Justin was allowed to freely go anywhere in the house..except for one room.  Under no circumstances, was Justin EVER allowed to enter the master bedroom unattended.  The only exception for his entrance would be if Bridget or Stephanie was escorting him in there, much like Stephanie was now…but even so, the idea of even crossing the plane of that door into this restricted area made his heart race. 

Stephanie turned the knob and immediately, Justin could feel a gust of cool air.  The air pressure in the master bedroom was much higher, as Bridget enjoyed sleeping with the window open.  Justin shivered as they entered.  

The light in the master bedroom was off, although the walls were painted with a combination of moonlight from the window and the television playing a long-since ignored movie’s DVD menu on repeat.  Justin scanned his surroundings.  He could remember standing in this very room with Stephanie, cheerfully telling the realtor that they would take it.  Justin remembered lifting Stephanie in a celebratory hug as the two lovers embraced in the center of the empty bedroom.

Now, it was Stephanie who was carrying him. 

‘It looks so different now’ Justin thought.

Over in the corner furthest from the door used to be Justin’s workout bench.  It was replaced with Bridget’s vintage drafting table.    

Where his telescope had formerly been staged near the window was now several of Bridget’s acoustic guitars.  

The art he’d selected for the walls was removed and sold.  

Bridget and Stephanie had kept the bed he’d purchased, but replaced all the sheets.  

Bridget also opted to keep the nightstands, but any and all framed pictures including Justin were replaced with photos of Bridget or of Bridget and Stephanie together. 

Even the sky-blue paint he and Stephanie had lovingly rolled onto the walls their first month living there was now completely covered and concealed by a new, light pink.  

It was like every trace of his legacy in this room was completely scrubbed and removed from existence.  This truly was Bridget’s house now.  Bridget’s and Stephanie’s…and he was merely allowed to exist here.  

Justin cringed when Stephanie reached the bed, where Bridget was fast asleep.  

Even to this day, a mere glance at Stephanie would cause Justin’s heart to skip a beat.  She’d always had that power over him ever since high school.  She was the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen in his life; she was a princess among commoners…an angel among mortals.  Beautiful, flowing platinum blonde hair that seemed to defy gravity, much like her body.  She was incredibly busty but also quite petite everywhere else, which drove Justin crazy.  He’d remembered the day in high school when she got braces, and now a decade later, her teeth were perfectly white and straight.  Justin would never understand why she didn’t pursue modeling.

Conversely, Bridget was quite tomboyish.  She wasn’t terribly attractive, certainly not anywhere near as beautiful as Stephanie.  Her nose was somewhat large and her freckles were distracting.  Her teeth were crooked and Justin wondered if she’d ever worn a dress in her life.  However, prior to his shrinking, Justin considered her cute.  Her hair was long like Stephanie’s but it was often frizzy and out of control, usually pulled into a messy but manageable ponytail, braid, or bun.  Her modest C-cup breasts were not nearly as large as Stephanie’s, but Bridget made up for it with wide hips and a large ass.  

Bridget’s cheek was pressed firmly into her pillow, her closed eyes occasionally twitching. She looked so small in the king-sized bed.  Justin couldn’t believe that this cute little 24-year old lesbian had taken so much from him…and had changed his life so dramatically.  

Stephanie placed the tiny golden necklace containing the key to his chastity device atop Bridget’s nightstand, right next to her charging cell phone.  Justin remained fixated on that key, wishing so strongly that it didn’t exist…or at the very least that it wasn’t Bridget who owned it.

“Baby….” Stephanie crooned sweetly, tenderly rubbing Bridget’s shoulder and leaning in for a kiss on her forehead.  Stephanie’s nose grazed Bridget’s hairline, enjoying the scent of her lover’s coconut shampoo.

Without opening her eyes, Bridget smiled and took a deep breath in through her nose. Justin and Stephanie could hear Bridget’s bare feet rubbing against the bed sheets and as Bridget shifted her body, Stephanie too was shifting Justin’s body.  Stephanie removed him from his anchored position on her hip and set his bare butt into her left palm, lying him down on his back atop her left forearm. 

She was literally holding him like a baby now; it was the most vulnerable position he could imagine, but he kept telling himself that Stephanie was doing all this for a reason.  Something that was clear to both Justin and Stephanie alike: Bridget loved beating him.  Not physically beating him, per se…although it’d be inaccurate to say that she had never put Justin over her knee. But what Bridget truly loved, and even appeared to get off on, was asserting her clear dominance and victory over him.  The 24-year old architect had so decidedly beat Justin in every conceivable way.

Bridget had his house.

Bridget had his girl.

Bridget even had his cock.  

That had to be the worst part of it all. Bridget had never done anything to indicate even a modicum of attraction to Justin…or any man for that matter.  But Justin was a vehicle by which she could achieve arousal, and that was through humiliating and defeating him.  Each new day was a victory, and Stephanie knew that seeing him lying there on his back, wearing her pink chastity device was the manifestation of that day’s victory. When Bridget drank, it seemed that her interest in rubbing it in became even stronger.

Bridget exhaled all the air in her lungs through her mouth and her beautiful brown eyes opened.  Justin was able to maintain eye contact with Bridget until those chocolate brown eyes noticed him in Stephanie’s arms.  His instincts told him to look away, but he did his best to remain focused enough on her responses. 

Bridget's smile began to fade and she sighed, rolling her eyes.  

“What is it?” Bridget asked a bit impatiently.  She already knew what Stephanie and the little thing in her arms was going to ask.  

Stephanie looked down into her arms at Justin. His face was beet red and he was struggling to maintain eye contact with Bridget.  She couldn’t help but find it cute how flustered he was in her presence.  Bridget was just this tiny little 5’-6” girl, and yet she commanded so much of Justin’s respect.  Stephanie, having naturally submissive tendencies, had obviously gravitated toward a big, strong man like Justin.  But now that big, strong construction-working man was barely able to exist in the same space as this little 24-year old architect.  It really turned Stephanie on to know that Bridget, despite wielding all this attractive power, still chose Stephanie over any other girl.

Stephanie encouragingly pinched Justin’s foot, playfully suggesting that he ask Bridget the question.  Instead, he turned his head away from Bridget and nuzzled his face into Stephanie’s soft chest.  Stephanie cooed silently, realizing that she would have to be the one to ask on the behalf of her shy ex-lover.  

“I think Justin really needs release. Like…it’s hurting him, I think.  If you say no, I’ll completely understand and I won’t ask again but…is it okay if I give it to him?” Stephanie asked.

When the full question was out on the floor, Justin turned his head away from the comfort and cover of his ex-wife’s ample breast and saw something he didn’t expect in the sparkling brown eyes of Bridget: a flicker of possibility.  

The wheels were turning in her head, and Justin felt the discomfort of his cage starting to become cramped. 

“I promise that I wi–MPHHH!” 

Justin had started to speak, apparently emboldened by Bridget’s deep thought, and believed he could nudge her over the edge to allow his orgasm.  Stephanie feared Justin may do more harm to his cause than good, so she abruptly pulled his face into her cleavage, muffling his speech entirely.  Justin was getting to know Bridget better, but Stephanie knew her much better than he did.  

Bridget was still considering whether or not Justin would be allowed to cum, and Stephanie feared that the internal thought processes in Bridget’s head would ultimately spit out another “No”.  

A flat “no” would not have been entirely out of character for her.  Bridget was a strong woman who didn’t feel the need to explain herself or soften a decision.  It was an intimidating characteristic but it was one of the several strong alpha traits that had drawn Stephanie to her.  

The sleepy brunette seemed pleased at least to see the tiny hot pink chastity device hugging Justin’s tiny cock. Not only did the gesture restrict Justin from shooting his load, which was Bridget’s main concern, but it also demonstrated both Justin and Stephanie’s respect for Bridget and her rules, which she loved.  It was also a wonderful way to signify her superiority and sustained victory over Justin.  

In order to hopefully prevent that flat ‘No’ from seeping out of Bridget’s sleepy, thin lips, Stephanie knew that a little more work would need to be done. The way to a man’s heart was often through his stomach.  The way to Bridget's heart was slightly different, but Stephanie understood it well.  Stephanie quietly stepped down toward the foot of the bed and lifted the covers. Bridget’s naked, unpainted toes wiggled in the cold air of the bedroom. Had it been just the two of them in the room as it usually was, Bridget might have tucked her knees up to her chest or interlocked her bare feet between Stephanie’s thighs or calves for warmth.  This time, however, Bridget knew exactly why Stephanie was uncovering her feet…and that’s exactly why she left them right where they were.

Justin whimpered, already understanding Stephanie’s plan as she set him down at the foot of the bed.  

“Go ahead.” Stephanie whispered, gently patting his bare bottom and nudging him toward Bridget’s bare feet.  

Justin crawled forward on his hands and knees.  The feet of the 24-year old architect were about half his height and they were capable of inflicting some serious pain; Justin knew this first-hand.  Just because Stephanie was suggesting he do this, it didn’t mean that Bridget wanted it..or would even entertain it.  He was close enough now to smell the aroma coming off of Bridget’s feet.  The scent carried a natural, vinegary note hidden behind soap and fruity lotion.  

Bridget smiled and sighed contently when she felt the tiny, respectful kisses peppering her soft, smooth soles.  They started down at the heel of her left foot and were very slowly working their way up.

Stephanie watched on for a few moments, supervising Justin’s worship of the 24-year old architect’s left foot. It was true that Stephanie had submissive tendencies, but the idea of kissing feet was a bit low, even for her.  

Would Stephanie massage Bridget’s feet after a long day of work when she asked? Of course she would.  

But would she kiss them?  

Lick them?  

Suck on them?  

Ew.

Not even in the strongest throws of passion, when nothing else existed in Stephanie’s world but Bridget, could Stephanie bring herself to place her face anywhere near a foot. It was just so beneath her or anybody she knew…well, almost anybody.  

That was why this delegation of duty seemed to work out so well for everyone.  Worshiping Bridget’s feet was a way for Justin to pull some weight around the house since there really weren’t any other ways he could contribute.  Bridget got to have her feet pampered as she liked and deserved, and best of all, Stephanie didn’t have to do it.

It was actually kind of cute to watch. As small as Bridget was, her foot was still only about half the size of Justin’s entire body.  Her stationary foot, resting on its heel, would stretch up such that her toes would touch in and around Justin’s lower chest.  That would only be if he was standing straight up.  Right now, he was down on his hands and knees…starting low.

Satisfied with his work, Stephanie brought the thick covers back down, giving Justin and Bridget’s feet some privacy.  She looked up to the head of the bed, where Bridget had since propped her head up to properly see down to Stephanie.

“So what do you think?” Stephanie said with a toothy grin as Justin pampered Bridget’s soles.  “Can I let him cum after he’s properly done with your feet?”

Justin didn’t dare look up from his task, sinking his lips into the soft, creamy underside of Bridget’s left heel…but he listened intently. He hadn’t been abruptly kicked away from Bridget’s feet; she was allowing him to keep kissing so the chances were good.  His cock twitched within its prison.

“Hmmm….” Bridget said, tapping her index finger against her chin, “Counter offer.  How about after I’m properly done with you?”

Bridget purred, Stephanie giggled, and the mattress springs groaned as Justin’s ex-wife climbed into what was once their marital bed.  Her knee sunk deep into the mattress right next to him, and the mattress deformed under the considerable weight of the 5’-9” woman.  This deformation caused little Justin to lose his balance and fall away from his humiliating assignment.  He quickly scurried back and reconnected his lips to the soft, velvety underside of Bridget’s foot as Stephanie thoughtlessly made her way up toward the head of the bed.  She brought her knees up to her chest and tucked her legs in under the blankets with Bridget, stretching her long legs out and down.

“Ooof…sorry, Justin.” Stephanie said, finally getting comfy on her side of the bed but not before her socked foot struck little Justin in the ribs.  Her apology sounded sincere enough, but her focus had quickly and fully shifted to Bridget.  Justin’s knees buckled and he gripped reflexively at Bridget’s large foot for balance.  With his forehead pressing against the ball of her foot, where the toes connected, Justin took a few deep breaths, trying to ride through the pain of the kick.  In some ways that embarrassed him to even admit, the scent of Bridget’s foot was not entirely unpleasant, and the earthy, natural aroma seemed to distract him from the throbbing in his ribcage.  

He would have gladly taken a few more moments of respite, leaning his forehead into the shelf of her foot where the toes connect, but he knew better than that.  He had to get back to work.  Bridget’s preferences were in conflict with Justin’s but they took priority over his.  

They always did. 

~

Chapter 3

Bridget’s short, chubby toes began wiggling…unapologetically and selfishly demanding attention. He returned his focus to her velvety sole, grimacing through the prevalent but slowly fading pain in his ribs from Stephanie’s swift, accidental kick. Bridget’s creamy, wide sole was warm and dry, and it seemed to suck the moisture right out of his puckered up, kissing lips.  It required him to re-wet his lips constantly.  If he’d have known he’d be doing this again, he would have drank more water today.

As the women danced atop the sheets in a universe on their own, the blankets fluttered up enough for Justin to momentarily catch a clear glimpse of Bridget and Stephanie embracing.  Stephanie’s well-manicured fingers were exploring Bridget’s long mane of curly brown hair while Bridget’s hands were firmly kneading and squeezing Stephanie’s large bare breasts, her thumbs periodically and momentarily capping over the blonde’s stiff nipples.  Watching a mousy girl like Bridget feeling up his wife was humiliating, sure.  Having to literally suck on the toes of the woman feeling up his wife was even worse.  The worst part, by far, was the look they gave each other.  Justin could see the sparkle of love, lust, and desire in both of their eyes; he never would have realized it until the first time he saw it, but it was a look he’d never received from Stephanie.  Gratefully, he could close his eyes or bury his face in Bridget’s foot.  He was fortunate that Bridget hadn’t been drinking. Sometimes when she drank, she’d feel particularly motivated to assert her dominance over Justin, sometimes even…including him in hers and Stephanie’s love-making…and it was never in an enjoyable way. 

Justin praised God as the blanket slowly collapsed back down on his body and the girls’ feet just as they’d begun making out, blocking his view of the passionate lovers and their lip-locking.  He continued making out with the 24-year old lesbian’s left foot.

There was an audible pop when Bridget’s pinky toe popped out of Justin’s mouth.  Sometimes she would remove her toes consciously, either to stuff a different one in his mouth or to silently communicate to him that he was finished. Sometimes, however, it was an unintentional consequence of her movement, and Justin was expected to re-establish connection with her feet and resume the pampering.  The only problem was that Bridget apparently didn’t feel the need to explicitly communicate the instructions.  Nothing quite made Justin feel more humiliated than when he’d misinterpreted the reason he’d been disconnected from her foot and tried to worship again only to be kicked away.  It happened just last week when Bridget and Stephanie were watching TV on the couch.

“Awww…you don’t gotta kick ‘em…” Stephanie had said sympathetically.  “He was just trying to be nice to you.”

Bridget didn’t say anything in response, and she didn’t even look down from the television. Instead lifting her glistening feet from the ground where Justin clutched his throbbing jaw and rested her legs on Stephanie’s lap.  In her mind, she was done feeling his lips and tongue on her feet..it was really that simple.  And when he annoyed her by trying to keep going, she had to correct him.  

Justin hoped that his former wife wouldn’t let Bridget get away with the epic blow to his increasingly fragile male ego, but Stephanie just rubbed Bridget’s calves and the two resumed the movie, cuddling on the couch. That time, at least, Stephanie had mercifully suggested to him that he go to his bedroom, to which he eagerly agreed. 

Here under the covers, Justin rolled the dice and risked another hard kick to the jaw, scrambling to pop a toe, any toe, into his mouth.  He managed to wrap his lips around her second and third toes just as the blankets flew off the bed.  Cold air rushed in and he looked up to see Stephanie climbing atop to straddle Bridget.  As Justin moved on to Bridget’s fourth toe and pinky toe, he heard and felt the tops of Stephanie’s bare feet landing with a cushioned thud on either side of him, her soles pointed up at the ceiling fan.  Justin could hear Stephanie’s trail of planted kisses making their way down Bridget’s body until his former wife had scooted her own hips further down to Bridget’s knees.  

Without breaking lip-to-foot contact, Justin watched his former wife’s ass cheeks spread as her back arched and her head of blonde hair nestled like a puzzle piece between Bridget’s thick thighs.  He was cast in the shadow of her ass and he had to force himself to ignore it.  He whimpered into Bridget’s foot, as if he sought comfort from it, as his cock begged to grow within its prison.  The sound of Stephanie’s tongue and lips connecting with Bridget’s vagina was agonizingly wet and sloppy, and Justin tried tuning it out but to no avail. Amidst the sloppy kissing and sucking between Bridget’s thighs, Justin could hear his former wife also sucking in her next breath and exhaling it against Bridget’s sweltering sex.  

“Oh, god..that’s so fucking good..” Bridget moaned.

The big toe on Bridget’s right foot managed to find Justin’s face and prod intrusively, searching for the warmth and wetness of his mouth. 

Justin reluctantly opened up as wide as he could, just barely accepting the entirety of the 24-year old lesbian’s chubby big toe into his oral cavity.  He sealed his lips around it and began sucking as if it were a jumbo, oversized nipple, providing for him not milk but faint salt and shame.  Its length and girth were overwhelming but Justin worked through the discomfort, using his tongue to repeatedly stroke and caress the underside of the chubby toe in his mouth. The taste was painfully familiar to him: a hint of acidic vinegar flavored with the fruity lotion and soap he’d smelled earlier.  He wished that he had hydrated better today, because it felt as if the 24-year old architect’s feet were draining the fluids from his mouth and absorbing them into her soles, heels, and toes.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Bridget’s voice was growing increasingly urgent as she approached orgasm.  Again, a glistening toe popped out of Justin’s mouth, almost knocking one of his teeth out.  He quickly dove back in, pressing his lips into the upper portion of Bridget's foot.  Unfortunately, Justin had been kissing the upper shelf of Bridget’s pad…where the base of the toes connected to the foot.  As Bridget soared into the clouds of ecstasy, her toes curled and squeezed poor Justin’s cheeks and lips painfully tight.  The toes were usually quite soft and plush, but under all this pressure, the poor boy feared that she might crack his jaw. 

Just when he thought he might black out, Justin was mercifully freed from the iron grip of Bridget’s toes.  Bridget was riding the tumultuous wave of her orgasm back down to earth as Stephanie dismounted her lover and returned to her side at the head of the bed.  Justin had since retreated from Bridget’s strong, dangerous toes and was now planting respectful kisses on her much safer and slightly more predictable heels and soles.  

“Your turn…” Bridget purred into Stephanie’s ear, gently teasing the hard, pink nipple of the blonde’s left breast..

Stephanie laughed and moved Bridget’s hand down between her legs.

“Holy cow…” Bridget said with a giggle.  Stephanie was soaking wet and super sensitive.  “What a mess you’ve made.”

“You made it.” Stephanie said.  

Bridget’s hand had been affixed over Stephanie’s sopping wet sex, and Stephanie lightly gasped as Bridget’s fingers came to life.

“Inside…” Stephanie said between guttural groans. “I need….ohhhhhh…go inside..”

Stephanie felt Bridget’s lips connect with her neck and goosebumps sprouted up all over her body.  And then, Bridget torturously pulled her soaking wet hand away from between Stephanie’s legs.

Careful to not move her own legs, Bridget sat up to see Justin still dutifully pampering her bare feet.  

The covers bunched up around Bridget’s midsection, and Stephanie couldn’t help but steal a lustful glance at Bridget’s beautiful, healthy bottom creating an impressive crater in the mattress beneath her. The smitten blonde knew that Bridget probably wasn’t sitting up to praise little Justin for a job well done…she VERY rarely did that.  Stephanie wanted to focus on what Bridget was doing down there with Justin, but she was just so drunk on love and lust, it was as if a powerful stage spotlight was drawn on her 24-year old lover and the rest of the world was dark.  

It was such an interesting juxtaposition between Bridget and Justin.  He was such a rough and rugged man before the incident, both in the way he felt and in the way he behaved.  When the man wasn’t out in the sun working construction, he was working out or off hunting with his friends. Consequently, his skin was beautifully bronzed and his muscles swollen and as hard as cement.  One of her favorite things to do when he was fucking her was to watch those solid muscles flex and move.  Stephanie still thought fondly of those experiences, even though those days were long gone for good, at least with Justin anyway.

Conversely, Bridget didn’t work out in the sun all day.  She earned her money while cast in the glow of a computer screen, working in softwares and programs that were far beyond Stephanie’s simpler understanding.  Stephanie’s heart fluttered as she ran a hand down Bridget’s smooth back. Her skin was just so fucking smooth…and so fair.  She didn’t have to work out in the sun.  She didn’t have to come home from work broken and sweaty, in need of a tall beer and a long rest in front of the TV.  She didn’t have to worry about getting too old and broken to continue working and have to scramble to find another career.  Bridget used her beautiful, intelligent mind to provide for them.  Stephanie’s hand continued down the small of Bridget’s back and made a wide angled turn, feeling the relatively firm flesh of her lower back give way to a generous, supple cushion.  

It was true that Stephanie loved the flexing of manly, tan muscles…what straight-ish girl didn’t? However, there was definitely something to be said about a huge, pale, feminine ass that just begged to be squeezed, jiggled, or even bit.

The moonlight accentuated the bisection of the two hearty spheres of creamy pale flesh, and the cheeks parted slightly as the 24-year old architect leaned a little further down toward the foot of the bed. Stephanie licked her lips.  If she’d have had more than just the one glass of wine that night, Stephanie might have had the liquid courage to offer her face up to Bridget as a pleasure seat. There was still plenty of weekend left; maybe tomorrow night.

When Bridget sat up, she didn’t say a word to Justin but she did press her toes against his lips and firmly pushed him back.  He obediently stopped and stared up at her, clearly waiting for new direction.  

Bridget wore a victorious grin as she ran two sticky fingers along the underside of her foot.  Justin watched with wide eyes as the fingers that had just been rubbing against his soul mate’s sweltering hot sex were now leaving a glistening trail of sex along her soft, creamy soles.  

The fingers danced along her heel and wandered on a meandering path over her wide sole.  When those two fingers ran out of natural glide, two more took over up toward the top of her sole.  With enough sweet, sex nectar to spare, Bridget then ran her thumb horizontally through and across the curled base of each toe.  Her toes were short and stubby, so as soon as the glistening sex was applied to the short stems of each of Bridget’s toes, the chub forced its way back down, concealing where the toes met the foot.  Any remaining lubricant on her fingers went between each of her toes, saving most for the space between her big and second toe.  Bridget made sure to clench her toes on the two fingers as she pulled them through, like a needle through fabric, in order to pull off as much of Stephanie’s natural lubrication as she could.  Bridget loved the conflicted look on the sad little thing’s face.  As far as he was concerned, this was nectar of the Gods that she was giving him. However, if he wanted to taste it, he’d have to lick it off Bridget’s feet.  

“Thank you..” Justin said quietly.

“Thank you, what?” Bridget asked, staring intently down at Justin.

“Thank you, Miss Bridget.”  

She didn’t say ‘you’re welcome’ or spend any more time humiliating him. She only sent a large, over-emphasized cheeky grin to Justin before laying back down with his former wife, and Justin dutifully returned to his job.  The taste of Bridget’s feet was still noticeable, but the flavor of Stephanie was overpowering.  The taste made him feel like he was a teenager again in the back of his beat up ‘03 Ford Mustang with his true love.  His small cock screamed to be freed from the pink chastity device.  His poor stomach was doing somersaults and his heart was breaking all over again. At least his dry mouth could attain some degree of lubrication in the form of Stephanie’s feminine discharge, even if it was just being re-donated immediately back to Bridget’s selfish feet. He had a tough time reaching the flavor of Stephanie that was deposited in the natural curl of Bridget’s toes.  Unlike Stephanie, who had long, elegant toes, Bridget’s feet were stubby, chubby, and her short toes had a sharper curl, resulting in the appearance of a big toe and 4 little fleshy spheres tucked tightly in. Justin really had to press his tongue in to extract Stephanie’s nectar.

The two girls giggled and Justin grimaced.  As he lapped at the cum on Bridget’s feet like an eager puppy with a treat, Bridget’s fingers were fluttering frenetically in, out, and all over Stephanie’s vagina.  The sound was sloppy and wet, much like Justin’s lips and tongue against Bridget’s toes.  As Justin sucked on Bridget’s toes, Bridget sucked on Stephanie’s nipples, her fluttery fingers working magic that Stephanie had never known before meeting her and as Justin heard his wife’s moaning crescendo, he didn’t know whether his arousal should be increasing or his humiliation.  

Somehow it was both.  

Finally, Stephanie exploded; Justin was so turned on by the idea of Stephanie being turned on that he almost lost control and began humping the closest thing to him: Bridget’s foot.  He was happy to have wised up and caught himself because firstly, it would have hurt like hell due to the chastity device and most importantly, the 24-year old lesbian might have castrated him for such a grievance.  

Stephanie’s left hand rushed to her hair, digging into her scalp while her right hand roughly fondled her sizable right breast.  She frantically bucked her hips, the left hand now shooting down between her legs to Bridget’s thin wrist, desiring to understand at least a sliver of the power and pleasure that her lover wielded with those skillful fingers. 

Completely out of breath and spent, Stephanie moved her blonde hair away from her face and nuzzled up against Bridget.  During the entire lovemaking session, Stephanie’s former husband had not stopped worshiping Bridget’s feet.  He was getting better at this.  

“Oh, I nearly forgot…” Bridget said, reaching toward her nightstand for the tiny key affixed to the feminine necklace.  “Here you go.”

Justin’s ears perked up at the sound of the jingling necklace and blood began painfully rushing to his compressed cock.

Stephanie yawned loudly, “Oh, I’m too tired now to even put him to bed in his room, much less do all THAT.”

Bridget giggled and the two kissed again. Justin’s eyes began to water when he heard the jingling little key drop back onto the wooden surface of Bridget’s nightstand. Justin knew better than to comment on the unfairness of this whole situation.  That he’d just literally worshipped Bridget’s fucking feet in exchange to cum…that’s how all of this started, and somehow he ended up being the only one who didn’t.  He was left with nothing but the dried sweat and glistening cum on Bridget’s feet.  The case was open and shut, and they were clearly done talking about it.

“I blame you.” Stephanie said gingerly.  

Bridget kissed Stephanie gently on her cute, button nose. “That’s fine.  I can handle it.”

Stephanie smiled, her eyes already drooping from exhaustion.  “I love you.”

Bridget planted a soft and dry kiss on Stephanie’s lips, “I love you too…”

Stephanie rolled over, backing her butt up against Bridget who eagerly gripped Stephanie’s hips, doing her best to make an airtight seal between her own crotch and Stephanie’s ass.  

Justin was miserable, doing his best not to cry.  He looked down at his pulsing member, aching to escape its cage but no such release was coming.  He could have cum when Stephanie was asking Bridget earlier.  He should have cum earlier when Stephanie left him alone. Good god, why didn’t he cum?

About 10 minutes later, Justin heard snoring coming from the head of the bed.  Relieved, he pulled his lips and tongue away from Bridget’s feet.  Unfortunately, it must have been Stephanie who was snoring because the foot he’d just been kissing flexed down, the toes wiggling and exploring. 

They found him, rubbing his own saliva and traces of Stephanie’s cum against his face.  

“Did you think you were done?” Bridget whispered.  “You’re not done.  You’re sleeping in my bed.  You’re done…when I….YAAAWWWWN….say you’re done.”

Justin curled up into a sad, pathetic little ball at Bridget’s feet.  He knew that all he had to do was worship them until she fell asleep.  Tomorrow would be a whole new day, filled with failure and embarrassment.  Filled with compromising positions and groveling.  Filled with Bridget’s victory over him and his entire life.  

Best not to think that far ahead though.  

Finally, Bridget seemed to have drifted off to sleep but not more than 5 minutes later, there was abrupt shuffling as Bridget readjusted in her sleep and sharp daggers suddenly began pricking Justin all over his sensitive, bare skin. Unfortunately for Justin, Bridget would sometimes kick the covers up off her feet, which had inadvertently left Justin uncovered in the chilly bedroom.  Shivering, he briefly considered burrowing further up under the covers to get warm, but that would put him up near the girls’ knee level or even higher.  Bridget probably wouldn’t be happy about that.  

He could have tried cuddling up with Stephanie’s feet.  Her feet were still covered by the blankets and were probably super warm…although Stephanie very much didn’t like any attention paid to her feet. It was true that she’d been a lot more like her old self lately, so maybe she would understand and sympathize with his predicament, but he couldn’t risk getting on her bad side.   

The bedroom door was shut so there was no way for him to get out without waking up Stephanie which could also potentially wake Bridget…also a VERY bad idea.

With no other viable options, Justin cuddled up closer to Bridget’s left foot. Luck was on his side for once. Bridget resumed cuddling with Stephanie so that meant her left foot was no longer resting on the heel with her toes pointed up at the ceiling.  Instead, her left foot was on its side.  This meant that Justin could lay down and effectively spoon Bridget’s foot, just as Bridget was spooning the love of his life.  

Bridget’s sole radiated heat, which was probably why she kicked the covers off in the first place. Justin hated how good it felt against his face and body.  He carefully wrapped his arms around the massive ped and hugged the 24-year old sleeping lesbian’s left foot as if it were his lover.  The massive left foot shifted slightly and Justin held his breath in trepidation.  He winced as his caged cock brushed against her heel…and then much to Justin’s relief, the 24-year old architect stopped moving and resumed her slumber.  

Justin would sleep here for as long as he could, because even though right now Bridget’s left foot was lovingly bestowing upon him coveted heat, it was only a matter of time before she’d thoughtlessly kick him away.  Then he’d have none of Bridget’s body heat to help him get through this cold night.

Best not to think about that right now either.

Bridget’s toes wiggled slightly as Justin nuzzled his face right below them. Just in case she was still awake, he planted respectful, fatigued kisses, as the moon moved ever-so-slowly out of view from the bedroom window.

This was his life now…and there was no end in sight.

THE END

…for now