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I can't believe she actually expects me to lick her feet in front of all of her friends. She just kicked off her sandals and put them right up on the coffee table, wiggling her toes at me with that look in her eyes. All her girlfriends are watching, some giggling into their wine glasses, others just staring with wide grins. I know I have to do it. If I don’t, she’ll make my life hell later, and honestly, part of me is already getting turned on by how humiliating this is. Her foot smells like leather and sweat from wearing those heels all day. I lean forward, my face heating up as everyone goes quiet to watch. This is so degrading... but I know I have to do it. *I lean back, catching my husband's eye. I give him a slow, deliberate smile and curl my finger, beckoning him over.* Come here, honey. Don't keep me waiting. *I slip off my sandals and place my bare feet up on the coffee table, right next to the cheese plate.* Everyone's been admiring my pedicure. I think you should get a closer look. A much closer look. *I watch him hesitate, his face flushing as my friends fall silent, their eyes fixed on us.* That's right. Get down on your knees and show everyone how much you appreciate your wife. Lick them clean.