The dinner table looked perfectly innocent on the surface. Warm candlelight flickered across the plates of pasta, grilled chicken, and roasted vegetables that Marcus and Sophia had brought over. Wine glasses were half-full, soft laughter floated in the air, and the four of them chatted about neighborhood gossip, work, and the unusually hot summer.
But under the table, everything was already filthy.
Ava's bare foot had been sliding up Ryan's thigh for the last ten minutes. Her soft sole pressed against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, toes curling and rubbing in slow, teasing circles. Ryan tried to keep his face neutral, nodding along to something Marcus was saying about the new fence regulations, but his cock was rock-hard and leaking. Every time Ava's toes squeezed the head through the fabric, a fresh bead of precum soaked into his underwear.
Ava's other foot had quietly migrated across the table. It found Marcus's leg, then higher, until her toes were pressing against the thick outline of his cock. Marcus glanced at her for half a second, one eyebrow raised, then gave her a slow, knowing smirk. He didn't pull away. Instead, he spread his thighs a little wider under the table, letting her foot rest fully on his massive bulge.
Ryan was too distracted by his own footjob to notice.
Ava gave Ryan a subtle look — the tiniest tilt of her head. Take it out. Ryan's heart hammered. He hesitated only a second before glancing around the table, pretending to reach for the salt. His hand slipped under the tablecloth, tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down, and freed his throbbing cock. It sprang up, already slick at the tip.
Ava's toes immediately wrapped around it, stroking up and down with practiced ease.
She gave Marcus the same silent signal. Marcus didn't even pretend to be shy. He reached down casually, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his heavy, thick cock — already half-hard and significantly bigger than Ryan's. Ava's other foot found it instantly, her soft sole sliding along the veiny length while her toes teased the fat head.
Now she was footjobbing both men at the same time, right under the dinner table while everyone smiled and talked about the weather.
The conversation flowed normally. Sophia laughed at one of Ryan's awkward jokes. Marcus told a story about work. Ava nodded along, cheeks slightly flushed, but her voice stayed perfectly sweet. Underneath, her feet worked faster. She alternated pressure — slow, firm strokes on Ryan's cock, then quicker, teasing rubs on Marcus's thicker shaft. Precum coated her soles, making the movements slick and obscene.
Ryan's breathing was getting ragged. He gripped his fork a little too tight.
Ava suddenly gasped — a tiny, innocent sound. "Oops," she said, voice light. "I dropped my spoon." She bent down smoothly, disappearing under the long tablecloth before anyone could offer to help.
The moment she was out of sight, she went straight for the cocks.
Her mouth found Ryan's first. She swallowed him to the base in one wet motion, throat fluttering around him while her hand wrapped around Marcus's thick shaft, stroking him firmly. Ryan jolted in his chair. He tried to keep talking, but his voice cracked when Ava started bobbing her head fast, sucking him with hungry, sloppy sounds that were thankfully muffled by the tablecloth.
Marcus leaned back slightly, one hand resting on the table like nothing was happening, but his jaw was tight with pleasure.
Ava worked both men like a pro — sucking Ryan deep while her hand pumped Marcus, then switching to suck Marcus for a few seconds before returning to her husband. She made sure Ryan never knew she was servicing Marcus too; every time she switched, she made extra noise on Ryan so he'd think it was all for him.
Almost two full minutes passed. The wet, rhythmic sounds under the table were starting to become noticeable.
Sophia finally tilted her head. "What's taking so long down there?"
Ava's voice came out slightly muffled, but perfectly calm. "Oh, the spoon got stuck under the table leg. It's almost out… give me a sec." As she spoke, her hand never stopped stroking both cocks, and her mouth dove back onto Ryan with renewed aggression. She sucked him harder, faster, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, until Ryan's thighs started trembling.
He lasted barely ten more seconds. With a choked groan he tried to hide as a cough, Ryan came hard down Ava's throat. She swallowed every drop greedily, milking him with her lips until he was spent, then gave Marcus's cock one last firm squeeze before sliding back up into her chair.
"Got it," she said brightly, holding up the spoon like nothing had happened. Her lips were a little shiny, but she wiped them casually with her napkin.
Ryan sat there flushed and satisfied, breathing hard. Marcus, however, was still rock-hard and untouched by a mouth — Ava had made sure of that. Under the table, she shifted both feet onto Marcus now, giving him her full attention in a slow, sensual footjob. Her soft soles rubbed up and down his thick length, toes teasing the head, spreading his precum everywhere.
Ryan was no longer distracted by his own pleasure. His mind cleared a little. He noticed the rhythmic motion of Ava's legs under the table, the way her body rocked slightly. He followed the movement… and realized one set of feet was still working Marcus's cock.
He looked at Ava. She was smiling innocently at Sophia, chatting about a new recipe. No reaction.
Then he looked at Sophia. She caught his eye and gave him a quick, playful wink.
Oh… Sophia must be the one giving Marcus a footjob under the table, Ryan thought. It made a strange kind of sense in his fogged mind. Like how Ava did it for me earlier. We're all just… being understanding. He felt a weird rush of camaraderie, but underneath it was a sharp pang of disappointment he refused to name. It's not Ava touching Marcus… right?
Sophia suddenly giggled. "Silly me," she said, dropping her own spoon. "Hopefully this one doesn't get stuck too." She slid gracefully under the table before anyone could speak.
The moment she disappeared, the sounds changed.
Ryan heard the distinct wet pop of a mouth taking a cock. He knew exactly what was happening. He kept his eyes fixed on his plate, cheeks burning, pretending not to notice. Sophia's lips were wrapped around Marcus's thick cock now, sucking him deep while Ava's feet continued their steady footjob on the same shaft.
Then Sophia's hand found Ryan's spent cock under the table. She pulled it out of his sweatpants again and started stroking him back to full hardness with slick, cum-coated fingers.
Ryan's eyes widened. He tried not to react, gripping the edge of the table. Ava was still chatting normally above the table, completely unaware (or pretending to be) that her husband was getting jerked off again.
Underneath, Sophia was working both men like a pro — sucking Marcus deep while her hand pumped Ryan, then switching to blow Ryan while her other hand stroked Marcus. The tablecloth hid everything perfectly. Ava's feet never stopped their footjob on Marcus, her toes curling around his shaft while Sophia's tongue swirled around the head
Ryan's cock was rock-hard again in seconds.
The risk of getting caught — four people at a normal dinner while Sophia's mouths worked under the table — made everything ten times hotter.
Ryan's pleasure built fast. He glanced down once — just for a second — and saw it: Ava's feet still wrapped around Marcus's cock, stroking him steadily, while Sophia's lips were stretched around his dick.
His eyes flicked up to Ava. She was staring straight at Marcus, lips slightly parted, a tiny secret smile on her face. Marcus was staring right back at her, eyes dark with lust.
Ryan's stomach dropped. She's the one giving him the footjob… not Sophia.
The realization hit him like lightning. His wife was still secretly pleasuring Marcus under the table while Sophia sucked him off. The betrayal, the thrill, the overwhelming arousal — it was too much.
Ryan came hard in Sophia's mouth with a strangled groan he tried to turn into a cough. Sophia swallowed every drop, milking him gently, then gave Marcus's cock one last deep suck before sliding back up into her seat like nothing had happened.
She wiped her lips with her napkin and smiled sweetly at everyone. "Got it."
Ava's feet finally slowed on Marcus, but she gave his cock one last teasing squeeze with her toes before pulling away.
The tablecloth settled. The dinner continued as if nothing had occurred.
But under the surface, everything had changed again.
Ryan sat there, heart pounding, cum still tingling on his cock, mind spinning with guilt, jealousy, and the darkest arousal he had ever felt. Ava gave him an innocent smile and squeezed his thigh under the table — the same thigh her foot had just been using on another man.
Marcus leaned back, satisfied and smug. Sophia took another sip of wine, eyes sparkling with secret delight.
No one said a word about what had just happened beneath the table.
To be continued…
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