You just smile at your wife. You promised to let her be in control, and you know that she will take advantage of it. But you also know it will be very exciting.
"Fine, baby. What do you want first: a foot rub?"
Your wife cocks her head to the side as she thinks. Then she raises her right foot from the edge of the tub and shakes it in front of your face. "Yes. I think you need to rub my feet to start making up for your selfishness earlier."
You just smile and take her foot in your hand.
Having done this so many times before, you take her foot in your hands and start to rub your palms and fingertips along her insteps. But before you can get started her voice interrupts you.
"I think I'd prefer that you not use your hands, honey," she says as your eyes glance to her face face.
She can see your lack of understanding and smirks.
"My friend Sharon was telling me the other day that nothing beats a foot massage with a man's hard dick and a little oil. So why don't you get the baby oil, grease that boner of your up and get to rubbing."
You can tell by her expression and her tone that you're not going to talk your way out of this one. So you have two choice really: do as she asks or blow the whole mood.
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