Her toes tickle your balls

Your sister-in-law’s dexterity is Houdini-level. With just her toes she’s unzipped your pants and has taken your cock out. You adjust and her bare foot lets right against your bare skin. You sit up straight in surprise.

Your wife says, “After the night I’ve had looking after your brother, I could use a glass of wine.” She looks across the table. “I hope you’re not offended if I drink.”

“Go for it sister! I’ll join you.” Her toes curl and she rubs her big toe on your cock head. She drags it down your shaft. “I might need something stronger than wine.” Her tongues press into your ballsack. “Want to join me in a martini?” Her eyes look right at you. Her toes play with your balls.

You try not to react to the sensation. You utter a “Sure.”

Your wife looks stunned, “A martini? You never drink that! Do you even know what’s in it.”

“****.”

Your sister-in-law giggles, “Gin and dry vermouth.” She lightly taps your balls.

“You’re definitely not driving after that,” your wife says. “I hope you’ll be able to wake up for Thanksgiving lunch.”

“Oh he’ll be able to get up,” your brother’s wife says. Her toes walk up the height of your shaft.

You clear your throat, “I’ll be up. I can even make your coffee for you. How do you like it?”

“Lots of cream.” Both feet rest on your lap. She grabs your dick from either side and starts jerking you.

“Oh god,” you sigh, then recover, “thank you for this meal and for safe travels and for a new family member.”

“Amen,” says your wife, confused that you prayed before even the drinks arrived.

When the martini is set down, you gulp at it. Anything to relieve the tension. The taste of pine fills your mouth and burns down your throat. Fucking nasty. You cough.

Your sister-in-law giggles and continues to stroke you with her feet. “Slow down there big boy.”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” your wife says.

Right before you’re about to come, your sister-in-law stops. She takes a drink of her martini and says, “I have to use the little girls’ room.”

You swear she winks at you. Was that an invitation?

You casually push your throbbing dick back into your pants. You excuse yourself, “Sorry. I gotta pee too.”

Your wife rolls her eyes, “Guess I’ll just be alone again. No big deal”