Hidden Desires

The third gift story that was gonna maybe be released last month but wasn't!  There's one more to go buuuuut also I broke off the original ending of this one and turned it into something else that I'll release in a week or two!

Jennifer sat against the edge of the couch, toying with the leather bracelet dangling from her wrist.  She could hear her husband moving around in the bathroom behind her and a quick smile flashed on her lips, vanishing as soon as she looked back at her forearm.

It was black leather.  Simply made but expensive, with a small silver buckle and rectangular silver studs spaced along its length.  As she stared at it, she reached up to touch her neck, sliding fingers up to her chin and around to the side, barely touching her nape.

She turned with a quick glance at the bathroom door to ensure it was closed.  He’d be shaving, she knew, and then brushing his teeth.

“Plenty of time,” she whispered before undoing the buckle on the bracelet.

Pulling it away, she let it dangle on the palm of her hand.  She’d bought it two days ago and only wore it when she was alone - at home or walking to work.  So far.

She raised it to her neck while closing her eyes.  Its soft, velvet-like padding pressed gently against her skin.  She held it in place and sighed with a slow, exhaled breath.

On a sudden whim, she snatched her phone where it lay beside her on the couch.  A quick tap on the screen brought up the camera and she angled the device to hide her face while ensuring the bracelet was in view and clear.

She pulled the bracelet away, clutching it tightly in her fist as soon as the shutter clicked.  A thrill ran down her core.  After another quick glance towards the bathroom, she clicked the icon of the new picture to display it full screen.

“God,” she whispered, touching the bracelet on the screen with her fingernail.

The click of the bathroom door handle startled her.  She sent the photo to her private folder, cleared the screen and set her phone down just as her husband stepped out into the hallway.

“Oh, geez, I’m running late,” William groaned.

He stomped his way into the livingroom to stand behind her.  Jennifer tilted her head back to smile at him as he bent down to kiss her forehead.

When he moved away from her, she reached out to snag his belt loop with her finger, stopping him in place.

“What’s up?  You okay?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

She slipped her finger free to take his hand instead.  Bowing, she pulled his hand to place his palm against the top of her head.  He didn’t resist as she used his hand to pat her head three times.

“T- tell me-” she started to say before running out of courage and blushing furiously.

“Tell you what, sweetheart?” he asked.

“I- That- That you’ll be careful today,” she told him.  She let his hand go and cursed herself as her ears burned.

“Always,” he said, with a soft laugh.  “I have to run.  Don’t forget that I’m making dinner tonight!”

“Bye, love you,” she said to his back as he opened their front door.

When the door closed, she woke her phone and loaded the picture once more.  Her free hand slid beneath her panties to feel the wetness covering her pussy lips.  She soaked her finger and slid slowly up to rub her clit.

“I’m- I’m a good girrrrrrrl,” she moaned as she stared at the picture.

—

The lunch crowd was more chaotic than usual as William crossed the street with his lunch bag clutched to his chest and his coffee cup held protectively to his side.  He was jostled and pushed and shoved when he entered the flow in order to make his way to the inside of the crowd, closer to the buildings themselves.

Hairs stood on the back of his neck while goosebumps appeared on his arms like tiny fleshy pebbles.  A sudden chill swept down his back and he nearly stopped to physically turn and look behind himself.  For the briefest moment, he experienced what he'd always heard in movies or read in the few books he'd made time for in his life - someone watching him.

He'd always rolled his eyes when it was mentioned.  Now, though, his body reacted as if someone's hand hovered above his back and their breath stirred the air near his ear.  A purely physical sensation that pulled at his primal fight or flight response hard enough to make his blood run cold.

"Who-" he started to ask, foolishly, freezing on the sidewalk.  The crowd battered him with a surge of faceless motion, shoving him to the side where he hit the concrete wall and-

A bell rang as the door opened and he stumbled inside the small shop.  The air was still within and the eerie silence suddenly surrounding him only deepened when the door closed behind him.

William swallowed and turned, looking back at the door and the mostly empty sidewalk beyond.  And then back to the store.  It was well lit with warm, amber lighting that eased his sense of urgency.  The entire store felt dissociated from the rest of the world.  His shoulders slowly relaxed.

"Help you find anything?" a middle-aged woman asked from behind a counter by the far wall.  She smiled pleasantly from where she stood, watching him with kind, open eyes slightly magnified by her glasses.  Her black hair, streaked by silver at her temples, was held back by two chopsticks in an X stuck through the coiled bun.

"I-" he looked at the nearest display and blinked rapidly.  Several collars were shown and any doubt as to their utility was dispelled by the faceless mannequin's head atop the stand wearing a black leather version with silver studs.

"Those are very popular with our customers," the saleswoman said.  "Our most popular item, I believe, although our gold wolf fang earrings come close.  Not actually made with real wolf fangs, of course.  Oh, and the cowbell necklaces have been selling out rather quickly lately.  Adorable little things that actually make a clanking sound, as small as they are."

"No, I- I'm sorry, where is this?" he asked.

"Hmm, that isn't it, is it?" the woman asked, raising an elegant pen to her lips.  She tapped, slowly while tilting her head.  "Ahh, I see, a stale bedroom."

"Excuse me?" he said indignantly.  "How dare-"

"I think I have just the thing," she sang while standing back and crouching to reach for something behind the counter.  She stood, smiling triumphantly.

A small vial lay within her palm, nearly glowing from the golden liquid held within.

"Huh."

He exhaled.  It was captivating.  A viscous liquid oozed within to level itself when she moved her hand.

"What, um, what is it?" he asked while moving closer.

"Massage oil," she told him with a radiant smile.  "A very unique massage oil."

He found himself before the counter, reaching a finger out to it.  It was as warm as he had expected it to be, just from the sight of it.  His coffee and sandwich bag sat on the counter.  He didn't even notice that he'd put them down.

"A single use," she said.  "Best saved for special occasions."

She leaned in with an almost conspiratorial tone to her lowered voice.  "If I may make a suggestion?"

"S- sure," he said.  His pupils were dilated as he stroked the little vial with his finger.

"Feet can be quite sensitive and pleasurable when treated properly.  A vibrating toy along the sole or toes.  Or a gentle touch and massage.  Perhaps kisses along the toes with your warm breath swirling over her sensitive skin."

Her sly smile widened slowly as she watched his mesmerized face.

"Or," she said, and her voice dropped further.  Seductive and deep.  Her smile shifted to a smirk as she glanced down at his crotch.  He swallowed and followed her look while his finger trembled against the vial.  "As an extra pair of hands to the enjoyment of both."

"I've never..." he said but trailed off when she pushed the vial into his hand.  He gripped it immediately.

"Oh, you should," she told him.  "There's a whole world of pleasures waiting for you and your beautiful wife.  So many things waiting for you both to discover and explore."

He rolled the vial in his hand until the saleswoman reached out to tap it.

"As a last resort," she purred.

"Why?" he asked, still in a daze.

"It raises the bar quite high," she told him.  "It's difficult to come back down from such heights.  And to ignore the urge to see what lies beyond."

He vaguely remembered handing over the stack of twenty dollar bills he had in his wallet.  When he stood outside once more, his right hand was aching, hidden inside his suit jacket's pocket.  He turned around to look for the name of the store in order to look it up later.

It wasn't there.  He withdrew his hand and unclenched his fingers to look down at the golden vial before looking back at the concrete wall next to him.

The memories were there.  The saleswoman.  The various strange items for sale.  He even remembered their odd conversation about including foot play in their-

Only now did he feel the bulge of his erection straining against his pants.  His head whipped around to see if anyone noticed.  Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he pushed his jacket down to try to cover himself.  Chastising himself as he began to walk towards his office.

He could feel the warmth of the vial against his hand.  And against his cock through his trousers and underwear and jacket.  Five minutes later, he turned to shove the glass door at the front of his building with his shoulder.  He smiled at their receptionist, walked past the front desk and straight to the bank of elevators.  And up.

When he finally made it to his desk, he pulled the vial from his pocket to lay it against the top row of the number pad on his keyboard.  Its glow was lesser, barely illuminating the nearby keys as the liquid within swayed and settled in place.  He watched it for a while and his aching erection lessened, growing limp and flaccid against his thigh.

Finally, William sat back.  He closed his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose and logged into his computer.

---

"Hey baby," Jennifer called out, standing from the couch to walk over and kiss him.  She hugged him tightly and then stepped back to let him set his bag by the door.  He smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"How was work?" he asked his wife while bending to untie his shoelaces.  "Did your client like the new design?"

"Eh," she said, shrugging while rolling her eyes with an amused smile.  "You know how it goes.  Gushing, loving it, but oh no, here's a huge list of changes to make.  It never ends and most of their suggestions are crap as always.  How was your day?"

"Same as always.  Reports and spreadsheets all day."

His eyes slid down to his bag, where the vial rested within.  He'd almost carried it in his pocket but even holding it in his hand made him aroused.  In his pocket... The old warnings from television advertisements repeated in his head - Call your doctor if your erection persists...

And, besides, as he stared up at his wife while she walked away from him, he smiled and watched the sway of her hips.  He had no issues getting turned on with her around.

His smile faltered.  Standing, he nudged his shoes with his toes to put them where they belonged while loosening his tie.  After several years of marriage, they'd fallen into a comfortable, repeated pattern of sex.  It was good but that was just it - it was good and nothing more.

It was his turn to make dinner.  After changing out of his work clothes, he kissed the top of his wife's head when he passed her on the way to the kitchen, waving her off when she offered to help.

Gathering ingredients gave him time to think.  To plan the best way to bring up what he wanted to try.  Occasionally, he'd look towards his bag, remembering the warmth he'd felt from the vial before continuing to cut vegetables or rub seasoning over the chicken.  The memory of it gave him strength when his determination waned.

---

William stared at the water pouring into his cupped hands.  He bent, splashed himself and grabbed his towel to dry his face off.  Holding the towel to his chest, he looked at his reflection.

"You've got this," he told himself.

Three items were laid out side-by-side on a hand towel set beside the bathroom sink.  He blushed, briefly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his bent fingers when he recalled his trip to the sex store on his way home from work.

His imagination had conjured a dimly lit dungeon with leering men of questionable sanitary habits standing too close to the browsing patrons.  Instead, he found himself in a wide open space more reminiscent of a big box store with cheerful employees dressed professionally who greeted him from behind their counter.

He'd browsed slowly, avoiding the other patrons as they moved from one aisle to the next.  While he didn't consider himself a prude, he was amazed at the dazzling selection of items.

"Seriously, though, why would you want a cage for your penis?" he asked himself, not for the first time, while rolling the little feather duster back and forth on the bathroom sink. "It wouldn't feel good and what if you get excited?  That's just dangerous."

The golden vial sat between the wand and a pill-shaped vibrator.  It drew his attention, but he ignored it despite the draw of its warmth and the effects it had on him.

After taking a deep breath, he gathered the items up into the towel.

Jennifter lay on the bed, propped up by pillows with her tablet resting on her bent knees.  She turned her head to him, but her eyes lagged, still looking down at her screen before lifting to look at him with a little smile.  And then down, lips curling up into a curious, amused look with her eyebrows raised.

"Whatcha got there?" she asked him, nodding her head towards the towel he held.

He blushed, looked away and scratched at his neck.  And then up to the bridge of his nose.

"I found this store on my lunch break," he told her while cursing himself for immediately forgetting his planned speech.  "An, uhhh, an adult... toy... store..."

She laughed, loudly at first in a burst before dialing back to a soft chuckle.  "Oh, baby, really?  I'm-"

"What?" he asked, more defensively than he'd wanted to be.  "I- I can go into sex stores."

"No, no, I know, I'm sorry, baby.  Go- haaa- sorry, go ahead," she told him while waving her hand in front of her face.  Her dimples showed on her red cheeks while her eyes danced with amusement... as well as a hint of interest.

"As I was saying," he continued, loudly, narrowing his eyes when she bit her lip and hid her mouth with her hand with a whispered 'sorry.'  He walked over to his side of the bed to lay the towel on the nightstand.  "They had some interesting things and I thought maybe we could try something new and- and different. If, um, if you want."

Her face still red from withholding laughter, she powered off her tablet and set it aside on her own nightstand.  She rocked forward to her hands and knees to crawl towards him, staring up at her husband with a playful, provocative expression while rocking her ass back and forth with exaggerated movements.  He kept his eyes on her face while enjoying what little he could at the edge of his vision.

"Like.  What," she said, slowly enunciating both words before showing her teeth to press against the top of her bottom lip, pulling it back seductively while maintaining eye contact.  Her silk robe hung open to show her breasts.  Now he did look and his cock responded, unfurling, twisting within his underwear to lay semi-hard against his thigh.  He could see the bumps covering her areola and the gentle sway of her dark brown nipples.

When his wife - girlfriend at the time - had asked for her first foot massage, he had obliged since he’d wanted to win her over.  He’d found, despite his lack of experience with giving them, that he enjoyed the experience immensely.

She’d laid on the couch with her heels pressed dangerously close to his cock.  On purpose, he’d realized, when he’d looked over to see her smirk.  They hadn’t had sex yet and had barely even made out.  Her moans had been over the top and she’d pushed her other foot against him, touching his dick through his pants.  Making him hard.

It was a memory he would never forget.  They had sex for the first time immediately afterwards, shifting from the foot massage to a leg massage that moved up her thighs until she grabbed his hand to place it against her pussy.

She’d told him later that she’d been frustrated at how long it was taking him to make a move and the massage had been an excuse to be more physical.

The single event was the reason he found excuses to give more foot massages.  The pleasure and joy of that first time with her was inexorably linked to the unique sensation of her feet in his hands.  And while she never put on a dramatic showing like the first time, she wasn’t shy with honest sighs and moans and compliments when he worked his fingers against her smooth, marble-like skin and all of the muscles beneath.  In return, his body recalled the thrill of that first time.  Again and again.

He’d never even considered taking it further until the store clerk planted the idea in his head.

"Um.  F- foot- Um.  Foot play," he told her.

His wife frowned with a faint look of surprise before sitting back.  She touched her feet together with her knees bent and down at the side and her hands against her shins.

"Huh," she grunted.  "Not what I was expecting, honestly.  I thought you were going to bring up roleplaying and I'd have to start working out and looking for green body paint.  Buncha protein powder shakes.  Purposefully buying clothes too small so they rip when I flex.  Well..."

Her eyes shifted sideways and she squeezed her thighs with a faint smile on her lips as she played through an internal scenario.

"In- in the meantime, we can try this," he told her while opening the small towel.  She peeked at the contents with her bottom lip pushed out with an appraising, curious look.

She almost shrugged until she looked up to see her husband's apprehensive look.  Instead, she smiled - a warm, comforting, loving grin.

"I'm game, sure," she said.  Foot play had never once been on her radar.  She had a vague idea of what it entailed - massage, perhaps?  "What should I do?"

Oh no, she thought while keeping her face entirely calm.  He's not going to want to lick my feet, is he?  Oh god.  Or want me to lick his feet?  Oh shit.  Think, Jennifer, think.  Gotta come up with something nice to tell him if he asks for that.  Ahhhh.  Shit shit shit.

Her smile grew too big and too firm while her eyes widened slightly.

"S- so, I thought, maybe we could just do something simple," he told her.  "Just some fun things to play around a little bit.  I have this wand and a little vibrator and- and some oil- massage oil to try out.  Just, you know, ah, give it a shot and see if we like it.  Expand our-"

"Babe, I got it, you're fine," she told him with an outreached hand to touch his forearm, immediately thankful that no licking was mentioned.  "What do you want me to do?"

"Um.  Maybe just lie back with your feet right on the edge.  Oh.  And prop yourself up a little bit?"

She followed his instructions, stacking several pillows in order to lay back against them with her heels just over the edge of the bed.  William grabbed two more pillows to place beneath her knees and calves, raising her feet level with his belly button.  She wiggled her toes, grateful that she'd showered and made time to specifically scrub her feet before going to bed.  Her heart began to beat faster as she watched her husband fumble with the things he bought, hemming and hawing over what to try first.

"Okay," he said, finally, lifting the little wand.  "This is all new to me so we'll explore together.  If you don't like it, we'll try the next thing.  And, if nothing works, at least we tried."

"And then I can start chugging protein powder and getting buff enough to flex and tear overly tiny clothes?"

"Y- yes," he told her, narrowing his eyes when he couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not.

"Awesome, do it," she said.  Once again she wiggled her toes while bouncing her feet.

He placed his left hand on the top of her right foot, holding it steady while raising the duster.  Soft feathers covered the top of the stick, waving lightly as he brought it to the smooth skin on her arch.  Watching her expression carefully, he swiped it lightly up and down her foot.

Jennifer gripped their blanket in sudden fists while looking away and biting her lip.  Her foot jumped and twitched in his hand until she jerked it away with a shout.

"Are you okay?" he asked, setting the wand down.

"That's waaaaaay too ticklish," she said.  "Way too much."

"Should- should I try just on the toes?"

She let him take her foot once more but only lasted a few seconds before shaking her head and flexing her toes down, signaling him to stop.

"It doesn't feel pleasurable," she told him.  "Just ticklish.  It's too much.  Sorry, baby."

"I'll try the vibrator next," he told her.  "It's mostly for the clit but the clerk said it works well on feet, too."

It was as small as a robin's egg with a cord running from the base to a separate battery pack.  One of the store's less expensive options unless it worked well and he upgraded.

The small device hummed in his hand when he activated it.  Once more, watching Jennifer's face, he brought it closer to her foot, hesitating a moment before gently pressing it against the curve where her forefeet met her arch.  She blinked but gave no other signal.

He moved the egg across her foot and down, noting her slight twitch when he pressed into the center of her arch.  Across her heel and up to her forefoot, rubbing it slowly around before pushing it up to the base of her toes.

"How is it?" he asked while touching each toe in turn.

"It's- I guess it's like a gentle massage?" she said.  "It's not that special.  It's a lot better when you give me massages, honestly."

William frowned and turned off the device before setting it next to the vial.

As a last resort... the voice echoed when he touched the glass, sighing as warmth flowed into him.  His cock, soft once again, began to grow erect.  He wanted to use it now but something made him wait and, with another quiet sigh, he took his hand away in order to squeeze his cock and stroke himself through his pajamas.  His wife raised her eyebrows while watching him.  When he pulled the pants down, she cocked her head to the side.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked when he pushed his pants and underwear down.  She pulled her robe aside to expose her panties.  "Should I...?"

"No," he said.  "Let's- let's try a footjob?  Maybe that will be different?"

"Only if you don't blame me for being absolute shit at this, babe.  Never have I ever given one of these.  I don't even know where to begin.  The body is willing, though!  Gimme that dick."

He groaned internally at his wife's words, knowing she wasn't finding any of this to be erotic.  She reached her foot out to playfully bounce it against his cock until he grabbed it to put it back against the bed.

"Sorry, babe, I'll be serious," she said, sensing his mood.  "Scoot closer to the edge."

He took a step, pressing his thighs and knees into the side of the mattress.  His hands rested against his hips until he wondered if he should do something.  He started to touch her feet but she was already reaching them out towards his dick.  Instead, he put his hands behind his back and then once more against his waist.  He felt incredibly awkward standing there while she did all the work.

Jennifer touched her toes against her husband's cock, spreading them to surround his shaft with her big toes and the toes next to them.  She stuck the tip of her tongue out between her lips while sitting up on her forearms, concentrating as she began to rub him.

Holding him with her left foot, she slid her smooth, clean arch up to the head of his cock and then down before sliding her other foot down to touch her toes against his pubic hair.  And then up, both of them, lightly pulling at the skin surrounding his shaft until she reached the flared head once more.

She experimented carefully, rubbing different parts of her feet against him while occasionally looking up to see how he responded.

"It's not working, is it?" she asked, finally.

"No," he sighed.  "It feels nice but it's not sexy or anything."

"Maybe this isn't our thing, babe," she told him gently.  "Some things just don't work and that's okay.  At least we tried, right?"

"There's one last thing, if that's okay?" he asked, staring to the side where the vial lay on the towel.  "A massage oil I got from a different shop."

"A free foot massage?  Please do," she purred, smiling back at him as he reached to the side.  “You’re magical with your fingers.”

Its effect on him was immediate, beginning as a gentle warmth in the tips of his fingers, increasing his tactile sensations until he was certain he could feel the microscopic imperfections in the glass.  It spread from there in a lazy, swirling flow outwards to his wrist.  The hairs lifted on his forearm as a rush of goosebumps emerged, up to his shoulder and down his back.  It was a shock, the suddenness of it, and he was forced to breathe out, exhaling when he felt it against the back of his neck.

Only now, looking down at the stopper for the first time did he realize there was an image etched into the top - a wolf’s head, or a dog’s head.  It was burned into the cork with rough, black edges.  He wondered, briefly, if it was the logo for the company but it was an idle thought quickly lost to his building excitement.

When he uncorked the vial, he inhaled and his limp cock began to throb.  Cinnamon, perhaps, but not exactly.  A hint of mint threading its way through even more subtle aromas.  He licked his lips quickly as he turned the vial to watch the viscous liquid ooze out, slow at first, like amber honey, until it reached the open air.  It seemed to melt as it dribbled more quickly into the center of his palm.

He thought it burned him at first.  It was pure heat but without the pain.  The faster moving liquid outside of the vial pulled at the remains inside until all of it pooled in his palm.

The vial slipped through his fingers, forgotten.

An insane urge filled him - to rub the liquid over his body.  His wife lay on the bed, watching his dazed expression with slight concern.  It was overpowering him and he nearly let it happen.

"You okay there, baby?  I didn't realize you were so turned on at the idea of rubbing my feet."

She laughed lightly while reaching her foot up to bounce it against his hard cock.

"S- sorry," he said, exhaling until his lungs were empty.  He blinked rapidly and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Before he could change his mind, he rubbed his hands together, coating his palms with the liquid.

"Mnnh!" his wife moaned when he grabbed her right foot.  She arched her back and gripped the blankets until her knuckles turned white.  Her teeth bit into her lip hard enough to cause pain while her eyes rolled back.  She collapsed against the bed but her hips writhed slowly as he began to grind his thumb into her forefoot.  "Fuuuuuck that's good!  Holy shit!"

He pressed deep with both thumbs while massaging the top of her foot with his fingers,  Rubbing against her with wide swirling motions..

The warmth spread out from his hands into her foot, connecting them together.  He swore he could feel her pleasure as she twisted on the bed.  Sparks of electricity jolted up his arm.  Even without direct attention, his cock stayed hard and it bobbed in the air in front of him.  Eagerly.

William slid his hands down, stroking her as if he stroked his own dick.  Down, pressing deep into her skin and the tissue and muscle and bones beneath until he reached her heel, massaging the arc of the jutting bone and then up, squeezing while kneading, back to her forefoot and over to the base of her toes.

"Babe, oh god, babe, you- oh god- god it feels so fucking good," Jennifer moaned.  Her voice rose in pitch with every word until she nearly whined from the pleasure of it.

He stood slack jawed, dazed and breathing quickly as he dug his thumbs into the soft flesh below her toes.  His tongue darted out, lapping against his upper lip as if he was licking the rounded tips of her toes himself.

Pressing.  Squeezing.  Pushing the tip of his thumb deep, stroking over the smooth lines on her forefeet until he bumped over a raised mark lifting over the broad expanse.

Jennifer twisted on the bed.  Lifting her chest until her robe fell open to show her bare breasts.  Turning slowly towards one side of her body and then the other while her foot trembled in his grasp.

Something clicked silently beneath the skin of her foot.  Bones cracking, breaking with micro fractures.  New growths filled the tiny gaps before healing.  And breaking again.

William's thumbs circled the fleshy, swollen patch of skin, along the curves at the edge and down, tracing up in a soft arc and down again. And around, up in a sloping line to the rounded tip of her growing padding.

He stared between her thighs, at the thin wet strip on the seat of her panties, hypnotized by the sight of the faint outline of her pussy.  The darker line of wetness expanded while he watched. She reached down and whimpered as she pulled the panties aside to show her glistening lips and engorged clit, free of its hood.

"Baby, oh god, baby it's so good.  It's- it's haaaaahnn!" she whined at the end with a strange, high pitch animalistic cry when she touched her clit to rub herself.

Her feet expanded in his hands, pushing against them as the bones were forced apart.  He gripped her big toe in his hand, stroking it with the aid of the oil.  Squeezing and pulling while staring at the pink within her pussy.  His cock bobbed and throbbed and ached, echoing the sensations he felt by his clenched hand.

Here, too, the skin along the bottom of her big toes, and the others next to it, sagged slightly, dragging in his grip as he pumped his fist slowly up and down around her toe.  The skin filled out at a leisurely pace, growing taut and swollen.  He rubbed the bulging padding with his thumb and the head of his cock pinged weakly in response.  The soft, leathery skin sent tiny pulses of pleasure though the tips of his fingers.  The new growths were firm yet pliable and he groaned when he reached the top of his stroke with his hand forced apart by the thick skin.

Jennifer whimpered.  Whined.  Licked her lips and stared at her husband while rubbing her clit with her fingers soaked from her own pussy.  She pushed her foot towards him while raising her left foot to join it.

William hissed and threw back his head, shockingly overstimulated when her feet touched his cock.

"Fuck!" he cried out.  His wife whined again, words lost to her as she began to slide her feet along his shaft.

The padding covering her widened forefeet compressed against his cock while the smaller bumps on the tips of her toes tapped against him.  Teasing him.  He could feel the warmth of the oil spreading throughout his own body as it soaked into her feet and it sent shivers up his spine.  He clamped his hands against his thighs while digging his nails into his skin, adding pain to keep himself grounded.

When the oil from her right foot coated his dick, it transferred to her left foot and it, too, began to change.  Padding forming while muscles and tendons shifted, spreading the bones apart within.

Her feet enveloped his cock.  She began slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation of his thickness against the strangely sensitive flesh of her padding but the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable and she soon found herself moving faster while her finger jerked erratically against her clit.

Fine blonde hairs emerged from the back of her feet and between her toes, sparse but longer than the random hairs scattered over her forearms.  White stress lines appeared in the center of her toenails seconds before they folded, bending vertically into a curving bulge.

She pushed her feet down and the head of his cock slid against her lengthened arches until her toes were buried in his curly pubic hair.  Back again.  Her well trimmed toenails pushed past the tips of her toes while they grew thicker along their extended length.  Forward, pressing the padding together on her feet to completely surround his cock.  Her claws, still growing, scratched against his crotch when she touched his pubic hair once more.

Despite how thick the padding was, she could feel the long bumps of the veins covering his shaft.  Jennifer pulled her arm close to her mouth, turning to bite herself while her nostrils flared.  She swept her paws over his cock and her eyelids fluttered as she explored every bulge and bump and the different sensations they offered her strange new feet.

"B- b- baaabyyyy," she whined, licking her lips.  "Gonna.  Gonna.  Gonna.  Gonna cum.  Gonna.  Gonna.  I can- oh oh oh god I'm gonna-"

Her feet trembled.  Pulling back, her curved claws flicked against the flared head of his circumcised cock.

"Fuck!" he cried out, jerking from the mixture of pain and pleasure as the nerves hummed in his cock.  Down and back, down and back, she curled her toes and began to whine continuously as more hairs grew from the back of her feet in small patches.

"Haaaaaaaahnnnn!" she whined sharply, jerking and trembling from a powerful orgasm.  He could see the clenching muscles in her pussy with her lips spread open.

Jennifer's uncontrollable tremors forced her feet away from William's cock.  He grabbed them, holding them in place and she nearly howled as he began to drag them back and forth against his dick, thrusting through her padding while pushing and pulling her feet, using her as a cock sleeve until-

He gasped and gripped her feet, curling his fingers to dig his nails into the leathery flesh while grinding his teeth.

Locked in the grip of her paws, his cock swelled and cum spurted, flinging onto her robe, her stomach, her panties and crotch and a final, last push that landed a thick, creamy white glob just beneath her left nipple.

More cum dribbled down to her feet.  She gasped and widened her toes, holding him between the big toe and neighboring toe with her left foot while pressing the thick padding on her right foot against the tip of his cock.

Jennifer moaned, sliding her feet back and forth.  She placed her hands against her body, rubbing herself, smearing his cum into her skin with a soft, subtle growl.  Down to her pussy and up to her breasts.

To her mouth.

Sucking a finger covered in his cum.  Thrusting it back and forth while stroking his cock with her broad paws.  A second finger, sucking it noisily while drool slid from the corner of her mouth.  She pulled her hand from her mouth to drag her tongue over her palm and up to her fingertips.

Jennifer sat up suddenly and bent forward, yanking her feet away to grab them with her hands, growling quietly while bending her legs and turning her foot.  Eyes focused intently on her right foot with her tongue lashing out to lick up the cum she'd rubbed away from his cock just moments ago.  She moaned, swallowed and continued to lick, cleaning between her toes.  Over her padding.  Pulling her foot closer to bite at one of her claws, grinding it between her teeth.

"That was-  that-  Damn," William gasped.  "I-  Wait.  Jennifer.  Jennifer, wait.  Something's- Jennifer!"

He forced her head away and she growled at him while trying to pull her foot back to her mouth.

"Jennifer!" he shouted, snapping her out of her half feral state.

"Wha- what's wrong?" she asked, dropping her foot.  She wiped the back of her mouth with her forearm and then brought it back to lick until William pulled her arm away.

"Your foot!  Feet!  Both of them, look!" he yelled while holding her arm away from her mouth.

"I- I don't- What do you mean?" she asked him.  She frowned with her brow furrowed, staring at her feet.

They were covered in blonde fur and nearly twice as wide with black, curved claws dominating the tips of all ten toes.  Her tendons stood out beneath the short fur.  When she wiggled her toes, the padding rubbed together.

"I don't see it," she said while narrowing her eyes.

"You don't-?" he looked at her, sure she was making fun of him despite the immense, unnatural changes.

He grabbed her foot roughly, tilting the bottom.

Swollen black skin created a wide, vaguely triangular paw print on her forefoot while each toe was covered by bulbous matching skin.  Her dark claws cleared half an inch past the tips of her toes.  The heel of both feet were pushed back by the more pronounced curve of her lengthened arches.

"You- you- you- Paws!  You have paws!" he shouted.  "Like- like a dog!  Look at them!"

Realization dawned slowly.  She reached out a finger to touch the bulging padding, pressing her fingernail into it and staring as it sunk in.  The force cascaded down until she felt the vague pressure against the bottom of her foot.

"What- what is this?" she whispered.

Blonde hairs wafted away from her feet.  She growled as cramps seized her and her toes twitched.  She felt sharp little needles within her feet, digging and digging as the flesh tightened within.  There was a hint of pain but it was gone before it could register much more than a taste of it, only to reappear once more and flee just as quickly.

“No!” she cried out while reaching for her feet.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, look, they’re- they’re turning back, it’s okay,” he told her.

He misunderstood her alarm.  Of course he did.  She grabbed her feet with her heart racing.  Clutching them as if she could force the changes to stay.  Tears welled at the corner of her eyes and her throat began to ache.

They both stared, in shock as her feet compressed.  In the silence, they could hear it - the crackling sound of her bones shortening while the padding deflated.  Second by second, her feet shrunk.  Her claws flexed and flattened and receded with a dull, throbbing ache.

It’s okay, sweetheart," William whispered while rubbing her back.

The changes stopped, leaving her feet delicate once more.  His mind screamed at him that he was hallucinating.  That he had imagined the whole thing.

Short fur littered the floor and edge of the bed.  He touched the hairs, stirring them with his fingertip.

"Unbelievable," he said quietly.

"Y- you- you saw that, too, right?" she asked, as if he weren't the one to point out what was happening in the first place."William, what was that?  Why- why were my feet-"

He turned to look at the empty vial.  The shop had left him with a peculiar feeling, as if it were out of place - not just in the city but the world itself.  A strange little store with an unsettling owner prying a little too much into his life.  And the effects of the unopened vial were undeniable.  Unnatural.

"The oil," he said slowly.

"The massage oil?" she asked, crinkling her eyes and frowning up at him.  "What about it?"

He explained, after nearly a minute of considering his words carefully.  Telling her what he could remember from his encounter, beginning after he left from the cafe.  Talking through it allowed him to remember details that didn't stand out before - the strange crowd and how they had seemingly vanished afterwards, for example.

Jennifer touched her feet.  Stroking them and then pulling her hand away to rub her fingers together.  Not a trace of the oil remained.

"So.  Magic?"  she asked, still staring at her fingers.  "Honest-to-god magic?  That's what we're saying here?  My first taste of real magic is having my feet turned into weird human dog paws while-"

She swallowed, blushed and looked away.  Her hand reached up to touch her throat and she inhaled slowly.  Finally, she followed his earlier example to touch the hairs covering the edge of the bed.

God-fucking-dammit, she thought to herself.  She swallowed past a lump in her throat and wiped the tears from her eyes while her lips trembled.  Anger filled her suddenly.  Anger at William for a brief second until she redirected it towards the clerk from the store.  She’d been unaware of the changes for nearly the entire time.  If she’d just known what was going to happen, she could’ve set up her phone to record the changes.  She could’ve watched it happening again and again and again, reliving it at her leisure.  Whenever she wanted.

Whenever she needed it.

I could’ve- I- Dammit, she sniffled and wiped at her nose.

The sensations still reverberated throughout her body.  She could easily remember how incredible it had felt.  The way his veiny cock had felt against her-

My- my paws, she thought to herself.  She slid her feet back and forth on the carpet, rubbing them against the pile and the loose blonde fur scattered on the floor.  Her fur.

It wasn't the same.  There was a pleasant tickling sensation from her feet, but it didn't even begin to approach how she'd felt when she'd held her paws around her husband's cock, stroking him with them.  On par with how he felt inside of her but a different sensation - spiky rather than smooth with jolts that shot through her legs to her core.

Why did it have to feel so fucking good? she asked herself while nibbling on her lip.  Why- Why couldn’t it stay?  Why couldn’t I change more?

She swallowed again and her downcast eyes flicked to the open vial.

"Do-" she clenched her fist and then relaxed.  "Do you think you'd do it again?"

He stared at her.  Thoughts tumbled through his mind as he tried to process what she was asking.  Finally, he decided to err on the side of caution.

"Do what specifically?" he asked carefully.

Jennifer pulled her bottom lip into her mouth to wet it before rubbing it against her top lip.  Her heartbeat thrummed in her temples.

"The- um.  The oil," she blurted, bouncing on the bed.  "I mean, it's magic!  Real magic!  A once in a lifetime kind of thing!  Real fucking magic, baby!"

And it felt really fucking good, she mentally added.  Really fucking good.  I need to see it again.  God.  I can’t fucking believe I missed all of it!

"It changed you, Jen," he said quietly.  "You saw what it did to your feet."

"Temporarily," she told him.  "It didn't even last long.  Just- oh, fuck, baby, just imagine what it would do if we used it as lube!"

Her hand crept down between her legs and she squirmed as she touched her clit.  A sharp exhaled breath brought her back and she took her hand away.

What would that look like? she wondered while staring at her husband with feverish, bright eyes and rudy cheeks.  What would that change?

His cum glistened on her body.  He stared at her and his cock stirred once more as he remembered how amazing it felt.  She smiled at him and reached for it before leaning in to rub her cheek against the head of his cock, sliding down to the base.  Her lips touched his scrotum in a gentle kiss and then she moaned and licked him, cleaning his cock with her tongue from base to tip.

"Will you, baby?" she asked before moaning once more and sucking the head into her mouth to swirl her tongue against the slit.  When she pulled back, a thin string of drool connected them briefly.  "For me?  Go there again and buy some more?  Will you-"

He pushed her down to the bed, sliding his hand into her hair to grab a tight handful while reaching down to guide his cock into her pussy.  She was soaked, her thighs, crotch, and her smooth, shaved mound completely drenched and he glided between her lips.  Jennifer wrapped her arms around his back.

"GOD!  YES!" she screamed.  "YES FUCK YES BABY!"

"Yes," he said, roughly as he began to pound into her, kissing her neck.  "I'll go again.  I'll get more."

“C- c- OH GOD CALL ME YOUR GOOD GIRL!” she screamed.

“You- You.  Are.  My good girl,” he gasped, not even processing the words as he slammed into her, matching her frenetic energy and mood.

Jennifer raised her voice in an experimental howl, forcing it from her throat as she tightened her arms and legs around his body, picturing her feet still changed with fur creeping over her legs and up.  In her mind, her ears lengthened while growing thick as they stretched into tall, triangular German Shepherd ears.  She licked her lips and imagined her tongue brushing against her nose as it turned black with a wrinkled texture.

Her howl cut off as another powerful orgasm rippled through her, taking her voice while her eyes rolled back in her head.

She pushed him off and turned, trying to go up to her hands and knees but her trembling, weakened arms and legs failed her, forcing her to lay on her stomach.  Instead, she turned her head, panting.  Gasping.

“M- m- m- mount. Me. Mount me.  Like a bitch.”

And he did.  She lost herself to her fantasies and the countless orgasms that followed.

---

Jennifer woke slowly, groaning and turning from one side to the other.  She reached out to pat her husband's side of the bed, sighing when she found it empty.  Turning the other way, she tapped her phone's screen where it lay on its charging stand, sighing once more when she saw the time.  She burrowed beneath her pillow.  They'd spent the night fucking.  And then talking.  And then fucking more when they remember how it all felt.  She was exhausted.

Barely a minute later, her alarm went off.  Her arm flailed off to the side, fumbling to turn the alarm off.

She groaned and sat up.  When she noticed a text message from her husband, her eyes flew open.  She grabbed her phone, unlocked it and opened the messaging app.

It's not there, the message said.  The shop isn't there.  There's nothing there.  Just a blank wall like it never existed.  I'm sorry.  Let's talk tonight.

"Fuck," she sighed, collapsing back down against her pillow.  "Fucking magic.  You fucking sneaky assholes.  Is that it?  My one taste?  I mean, yeah, okay, it was awesome but that's it?  Goddammit."

The excitement she'd felt since last night - that she'd let build up, all collapsed and she closed her eyes.  Dropping her phone to her chest, she rubbed her eyes with her fingertips.

An idea began to form.  As she lay there, considering her options, she felt her sadness melt away, replaced by a fiery arousal that left her wondering if she had time to masturbate.

"Alright," she said, bouncing up while pulling the blanket away.  She grabbed her phone and slid from the bed to stand on the carpet, stretching her hands high above her head.  "Time to get ready."

—

William sighed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.  His failure hurt him despite knowing deep down that it wasn’t his fault.  He’d promised his wife he’d get more of the oil but the store was just… gone.

She’d put on a brave face when he got home.  She’d even seemed cheerful and energetic and that had thrown him off, but he knew she was just doing her best to make him feel better about himself.  To lessen the blow he’d felt for not fulfilling his promise.

After drying his face on his towel, he opened the door.

And froze.

Jennifer was on the bed, on her hands and knees with a slight arch to her back.  Her breasts hung beneath her and he could see the twin dimples above her ass.  Freckles stood out on her pale cheeks, highlighted by the crimson of her blush.

“What-” he started to say until he saw a towel laid out on the bed in front of her.

“I did a little shopping myself,” she said.

His wife rocked back on her heels with her hands on the bed before her.  Her arms pressed her tits together, squeezing them as she sat.

Like a dog.

He stared at the contents on the towel.  On the left, a faux fur tail was connected to a bulbous metal buttplug.  A wide black collar with silver spikes sat in the middle of the three items.

“I- I have my own thing to share, I guess,” she said, glancing down in uncharacteristic embarrassment.  “It’s been something I’ve had for a long time but never felt safe sharing.  But, after last night- after being changed like that, I- I just thought…”

She bent forward to bite at the last thing left on the towel - a pink braided dog’s leash.  Jennifer took the bundled leash in her mouth and then placed her hands on the bed.  Her eyes flicked up to him as she began to crawl on her hands and knees to the end of the bed with her tits swaying gently beneath her.

At the very edge, she reached down, touching her hands to the floor before stretching to let her legs follow.

His wife crawled to him, stopping just at his feet to drop the leash.  She looked up and whined.  Biting at her lip - with uncertainty rather than lust.

The young woman leaned towards him to nuzzle against the bulge in his pajamas.  He was half erect but the touch of her nose and the attention she was given him caused his cock to move, turning as it hardened completely.  She whined and bit at the material, tugging and tugging until he pushed his underwear and pajamas down.

Jennifer barked.  It was rough and more human than dog.  Her ass bounced against the ground when she did it and he caught her grimacing until she bowed her head to hide the expression.

William reached low to touch her chin, lifting her head while pushing his cock down.  Rubbing the head against her lips.

“Say it,” she pleaded as she opened her mouth to lick the tip.  Her hands twitched to grab his cock and hold it steady, but she kept them down as a proper dog would.  “Again.  Say it.”

In her fevered state, she forgot that she'd never asked him to say the words before he'd left for work the day before.  She'd imagined him saying it instead, masturbating on the couch as she cycled through different fantasies of him treating her like a dog - making her sleep curled up on a dog bed, walking on a leash in the house and more.  All while praising her.  All in her mind.

"Again and again, I need to hear it," she begged while drooling over his cock.  "I need to hear M- M- Master tell me I'm his good girrrrrl."

She opened her jaw to take all of him and he groaned while caressing her cheek.  A moment of inspiration hit him.  His hand slid up to her head.  He scratched at her scalp and down behind her ear and she moaned around the cock filling her mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispered to her, watching as she reached for her dripping pussy to rub her clit with a sudden, frantic need.  He smiled and then leaned his head back as she bobbed faster while whining louder.  “Good girl.”

As the urge to cum built within, he pulled her off.  She looked up and whined, nosing at his dick.

"Lie down," he told her, his voice rough.

She did as she was told.

"Now, roll over," he continued, watching her as she turned from her stomach to her back.

He knelt before her, grabbing the leash with one hand before taking her feet and lifting them to his cock.  He pressed her arches against his drool-coated shaft and gently wrapped the leash around both feet, binding them together.

His cock slid easily between her feet and Jennifer moaned in return.

"You do it," he told her and she immediately began to slide her bound feet back and forth against him.  "Ohhhh fuuuck, good girl.  That's my good girl."

She whined for him with her high pitched voice and he traced his nails down her thigh to her pussy, slipping them inside and then up to her clit.

"Bark.  Bark for me, Jennifer," he commanded as he began to rub her clit.  Her feet twitched against him but she barked - once, twice, loudly both times as she tried to focus on her feet through the pleasure radiating from his touch.

He could feel the gentle tap of her toes against the head of his dick when she pushed her feet down, bouncing against him with every thrust while her smooth skin glided over his cock, rubbing the head over and over.

"Gonna gonna gonna- bab- M- Master, gonna-!"

Jennifer jerked.  Her toes curled, pressing her nails into his cock.  As the orgasm exploded within, her feet trembled and her toenails gently scraped against the shaft and the head of his dick.  It proved too much for him and he hissed as he came, once more sending long creamy white blobs of cum over her belly and tits.

As he covered her, Jennifer tilted her head back to howl.  William waited for her to finish before pulling out from between her feet.  He bent down to her forehead to place his lips against her brow.

"Good girl," he whispered once more.

She licked his chin and then his lips, like a proper bitch before begging for more.