One Little Piggy, Two Little...

The wind kicked up and blew his neat pile of leaves all over the clean grass area he had just finished raking. This didn't upset him as it normally would have as the October afternoon was just too beautiful. The temperature was in the mid-sixties and the sun was shining bright.

Donnie stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. As he inhaled the fresh, clean air, he gazed over at the mountains on the other side town. He had intended to relax, take it easy, and not worry about anything at all this weekend. Of course, his way of relaxing was to catch up on some clean up and yard work he had neglected because of spending too much time at the office. He really thought once he'd retired from the military, the hours wouldn't be as long, he didn't know why. He knew the military retirement wasn't really a retiring from all work. It left him with a good financial foundation, a retirement check coming in already in his mid-forties, but that check was not going to pay the mortgage and send two boys off to college, too.

He also thought he would be home with Mary Ann more. But he still had a boss and now he had clients to keep happy. Sometimes that still meant a ten or twelve hour day and even a Saturday now and then. Being he dealt with several federal clients he had helped them through their fiscal year end closeout which happened every year on the thirtieth of September. But that was all done now and he could finally have a full weekend at home doing his chores and being around his beautiful, but neglected wife.

"I really do need to get a new rake." Donnie said out loud to himself as he repaired his nearly antique bamboo leaf rake, tightening the little screw down on the handle for the hundredth time. It was almost bent and the groove had smoothed he'd been repairing it for so long now.

The calm was suddenly interrupted by a sound of metal scraping pavement. He stopped raking and heard a strong collection of not quite profane, but close, phrases coming from out in the road. Donnie dropped the rake and ran around the side of the house.

To his shock, he found his lovely wife sprawled out on the pavement with her bike lying at her side.

"Are you all right?" He yelled as he ran over and knelt down beside her.

"That damn neighbor cat darted out in front of me. I braked and tried to avoid it. I guess I got his tail, then lost control and landed on my butt here." She explained as she rolled over.

"Damn, your leg, or thigh is scraped up a bit." He said as he took hold of her left arm to try and help her up. "But it doesn't look like anything too serious." He saw that the damage to her bike may not have been as minor. From first glance, it appeared the front rim and fork was bent.

He helped her inside. Then let her start getting herself cleaned up as he went back out and pulled her bike out of the road.

"You okay?" He asked coming back to the kitchen. He couldn't help but grin as he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. She looked so pitiful with dirt and gravel still down her side and her dainty hand trying to dab the scrape on her upper thigh.

"Never been better." She replied with a wince. "Just hurts when I laugh or think how stupid it must have looked."

"Hey, you couldn't help hitting that nuisance of an animal. Maybe that scare will finally keep him away."

"We couldn't be so lucky." She winced again. "Really he's a playful thing. He just doesn't know when to stay from behind cars or get out of the way of a mom on a leisurely afternoon bike ride. Poor thing."

Donnie grinned at her, knowing she had a soft spot for any animal.

"You want me to get you something? A drink or something?"

"Actually, I feel real dirty after that long bike ride and the spill. I think I'll go take a shower first before I fix us lunch."

"Sure, but don't worry about lunch. I'll fix us some sandwiches while you shower."

"Owww!" Mary Ann groaned in pain as she tried to get up out of her chair.

Donnie's eyes slit feeling her pain. "Looks like you need help."

She gingerly limped down the hall with Donnie's support.

Once in the shower Mary Ann spent some extra time directing the showerhead to rinse the scrapes on her arm and leg. She winced at every direct spray on her assaulted skin. She finally washed and turned around to get out of the shower stall.

She looked up to see her husband standing there holding her towel.

"You're such a sweetheart." She said and smiled at him at being such a good husband. That is she did until she saw he was looking not at her face but downward admiring the clear view of her bare breasts. Her smile turned to a frown as she hobbled out and immediately placed both of her hands beside his head.

"And I thought you were feeling sorry for me and had come to give me a little husbandly TLC." She righted his head to face her and gave it a firm squeeze scrunching up his cheeks. "All you wanted was a cheap peep show at my expense."

Donnie reached up and wrapped the thick terry towel around her dripping wet body. "Well, I am giving them, uh, I mean you my full attention." He cupped her breasts through the cloth.

Mary Ann grabbed his assaulting hands and pushed them away. "Do you know what pain I'm still in? Can't you think of anything besides sex when I'm naked around you?"

"I can't help myself," was his nearly choked response.

"You're supposed to make a girl feel better after a nasty accident like I had."

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" He grinned and added, "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are and it just overwhelmed me."

"Yea, right. Always a lightweight." Mary Ann said.

"Let me dry you off. Lift your leg up here." Donnie took her warm foot and softly dabbed her bruised skin. "I love your feet. I've always thought they were beautiful."

"Don't change the subject."

"No, really, I do."

She looked down at her foot in his hands. "Really? The nails need doing again," she said almost flatly. The varnish was a little chipped she noticed.

"I could do that," Donnie said.

"You?" Mary Ann giggled. "You've never done nails before."

He smiled back. "How hard can it be? Besides, it might be fun." He winked.

She looked at him and raised one eyebrow. "Turning doing nails into something sexy, you really do have a one track mind, you know that?"

"Hey, you never know, I may be pretty good at painting toe nails."

"You may just be." Mary Ann got a different kind of grin on her face just then.

Donnie noticed. "What?" He inquired.

"Nothing." Mary Ann looked away. "Okay, let's give you try."

She grabbed her robe off the hook on the back of the bathroom door, walked into the bedroom a ways before she finally put it on and went to her dresser to rummage through the drawer for her nail supplies.

"Okay, where's the polish?" Donnie said a bit too eagerly.

"Now, now, first things first." Mary Ann came back to the end of the bed where he sat. "You have to take off the old polish first, and make sure the nails are right."

"Oh, I thought maybe you just kept putting layers over the old coats of paint, I mean polish, you know kind of like painting the walls of a house." Donnie honestly and innocently said.

Mary Ann knew he'd seen her do her nails, fingers and toes for over twenty years now, but obviously he had not taken in the whole process, but as he admiringly showed today, he did notice the results. She suppressed a laugh and just smiled as she opened the bottle of nail polish remover.

"No, toe nails aren't like walls, you take off the last layer before you put on another if you want it to be smooth looking."

"Shewww! That stuff stinks." Donnie held his nose as the heavy alcohol smell of the remover wafted up between them. "I think I'd rather smell turpentine than this smelly stuff."

'Men!' Mary Ann thought and wanted to say more out loud, but kept it to herself.

She showed him how to take the cotton swab and dab off the old polish on her big toe first. Then she let him do the rest.

After a few minutes...

"Not bad." She replied as he completed the little toe of her left foot. "Of course, it usually only takes me two swabs at most to take care of removing the old polish." She said as she fingered the six or seven discolored swabs lying on the bed in front of her.

"So why didn't you say something?" He said tossing the last cotton ball on the pile.

"This is your venture. You said you might be good at it so I'm giving you your shot." She poked at the white and red pile of cotton with her other foot now.

"Okay, now its time to paint them, right." He reached for the little bottle of red polish.

Mary Ann stopped him by grabbing the bottle first. "No, not quite. You have to make sure the nails themselves are still in good shape. Normally I'd clip them, but they are still okay, they just need a little filing. Smooth and round off the ends."

She produced the thin brown emery board and on the same big toe she started with earlier showed him how to tidy the nail a little.

"That doesn't look so hard." He said as she handed him the little gritty board.

"No, not really, but you'll have a little more work on a few of them." With that she scooted up to the head of the bed and propped herself up against the pillows. She lifted her feet and rested them in his lap. "Okay, Mr. Manicurist, they're all yours."

Donnie looked at Mary Ann's long legs stretched out across the bed, the scratches on her one leg. "You still have the nicest pair of legs ever. All that walking and biking you do keeps them in wonderful shape."

"I'm glad you still like them. I'm kind of partial to them myself. All except this new accident." She rubbed down around her abrasions. "But enough playing around, time to get back to work, mister."

Donnie picked up the right foot and left the other to rest on his thighs. He finished all the other nine toes in silent concentration, with his lips curled in on one another between his as he always did when he focused so hard on something.

Mary Ann smiled and enjoyed the moment. Her scrapes and bruises still hurt but the feel of Donnie's hands on her legs and feet more than made up for it.

"Okay that's done." He said laying her right foot back in his lap. "Now which color polish do you want? I see you have some kind of clear color and this red one. Time for me to get to painting these little toesies." He said as he picked up the two bottles Mary Ann had brought from her dresser.

Mary Ann did chuckle this time.

"Not yet." She took the two bottles out of his hand and put the red polish down next to her. She opened the other bottle. "I use a clear varnish most of the time under my regular polish. Since you're an amateur at this stuff, I'll do it. It needs to be really smooth, so the polish will go on smooth too."

"Damn, no wonder it takes you so long to get ready to go out. Didn't know you had to sandblast the old and prime and paint the new back on again every time." Donnie leaned back on his arms and watched her stroke on the clear coat. "You are good at that."

"I guess I should be. I've been doing it since I was in high school, maybe longer than that." Now she concentrated on the small smooth strokes as she applied the clear coat.

Donnie loved when she focused real hard. The tip of her tongue slithered out and wiggled cutely at the corner of her mouth. What was even cuter was her tongue would move left or right depending on which hand she was using. She shifted the little brush in her hand a couple of times and her tongue swished from side to side.

When she finished the undercoat of clear varnish she snapped the brush back down on the bottle and tossed it aside. "Done."

Donnie jumped slightly, realizing he had been watching her hands and feet more intently than he had realized.

"Now, that will take about ten minutes or so to dry before we can apply the color coat." She said and got ready to get up.

"Hold on." Donnie said as he held her ankles in place. "Would you like to have a foot massage while we wait?"

"I don't think so,' she said. "You might make a mess on the bed spread if you touch the clear coat."

"I'll be very careful. In fact, let's do this." He got up and knelt at the foot of the bed, still holding her feet. "Why don't you roll onto your stomach? Then lift your feet up in the air. Couldn't be any safer than that."

Mary Ann gave him an inquisitive look.

"Just the feet, right?" she asked. "The massage I mean. We can't wait too long to apply the color."

"Sure." Donnie quickly responded, trying to resist the mischievous grin he knew was about to appear.

Mary Ann carefully rolled to her front, avoiding rolling onto her abrasions and got comfortable on the bed again. Donnie got back on the bed and sat crossed legged and watched as Mary Ann playful scissored her lower legs back and forth in front of him.

"Okay, is this alright?" She asked.

"Perfect." Donnie said as he reached for her feet and pressed his thumbs into the soft tissue of her soles. "How does that feel?" He asked as he worked up towards the toes.

"Mmmm," she moaned lightly, "maybe this was a good idea. Feels delicious."

Then Donnie took one foot between both hands, one underneath, the other on top, sliding his hands the length of her foot, taking care not to touch the nails, then going back and doing it again. He took each toe in turn, flexing it, squeezing the fleshy pad underneath, pushing his fingers in between each toe and the next one, being very careful not to touch the wet nails. Then he went back to caressing the sole with his thumbs, very slowly.

He heard a sigh.

Donnie looked up to see Mary Ann clutching her pillow, her eyes closed, and an approving smile on her lips.

"Like it huh?"

"Um hmm."

Then Donnie worked her other foot the same way.

Mary Ann opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Oh! It's been fifteen minutes. Time for the next coat," she said.

"Aren't you liking your massage," he asked as he continued to caress her right foot now.

"Of course I am," she said as she reached over for the small bottle of red polish. "But we have to get this color coat on or we'll be here all night waiting for it to dry." She waved the bottle back over her body at Donnie.

"Would that be so bad?" He almost pouted.

"I know poor baby. But you are the one that made that dinner date with Katie and Mike." She kicked her foot gently from Donnie's hands and propped herself back up against the pillow and headboard.

"Oh yea, I forgot." Donnie arranged himself back in the middle of the bed, letting Mary Ann draw her feet to his lap once more. He opened the bottle and pulled out the narrow brush.

"It's a nice color,' he said.

"Might be even better if you shake it first." She smiled.

"Oh." Donnie replaced the brush, tightened it down and shook the bottle hard.

"Don't have to make like one of those lab machines and shake it to death, dear." She laughed.

"Just want to do the best job I can the first time out." He reopened the bottle and slid the brush back out. "Wow, a much deeper red color now."

"Okay, now, get just enough polish on the brush," she watched as he slid the brush back in then out again, "that's it. Now with firm strokes work from the bottom upwards."

"Like this?" Donnie stroked a bright red streak across her right big toe.

"Yes, just like that." Mary Ann watched and pursed her lip and let her tongue sneak out the left corner of her mouth as she watched him. He slanted off a bit on the third stroke, but she was not going to chastise him for small imperfections. She was amazed he still was doing this.

He did the whole right foot first, then the left. And it wasn't all bad a job. Actually it felt quite nice with her feet in his big hands.

"Not bad for a virgin nail polisher dear." Mary Ann grinned her approval.

"Why thank you, my dear." He said as he recapped the bottle. "Hope it was good for you too." He grinned back.

"So, how did I do?" Donnie's voice drifted to her ears.

"What?" Mary Ann said opening her eyes and coming out of her trance.

Donnie looked up at her. "So, what do you think?" He asked.

Mary Ann got up on her elbows and bent forward as far as she could to inspect his work. "You're actually very good. Very good at a lot of what you do in fact." She looked into his eyes and beamed her satisfaction. Her satisfaction was for more than a good polish job. Her body felt so good at that moment, despite the earlier bike accident.

"Thanks," I said. "Anything else I can do?"

Mary Ann raised her eyebrow again. "It's too close to time to get ready to go to dinner. Or..."

"Or what?" Donnie asked as he changed himself back to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed.

"I did enjoy that foot massage much more than I thought I would. But I'll be a dutiful wife and get you lunch."

Donnie grasped her ankles. "We have time. Would you like me to caress your tinkly toes a bit more?"

Mary Ann sighed and settled back against her pillow. Mary Ann wiggled her toes and realized he had indeed done a very good job.

"Now, how hard do I blow on them?" Donnie asked.

"What?" Mary Ann chuckled. "Oh, I don't usually blow on them like I do my fingernails, just too far to bend over."

"Well, that's why you have me here. Just tell me how hard to blow." He leaned down and blew gently across her left foot.

"Okay, a bit harder than that then." Mary Ann said as she felt the whisper of his breath across her foot.

Donnie blew a bit harder.

Mary Ann was amazed how good his warm breath actually felt across her skin. She never had blown on her toes before, just let them air dry as she wiggled them around while she read a book or did crosswords. This was more than just a new sensation...it was rather stimulating actually.

She closed her eyes.

Then she felt more than just the warm breath across her skin. She felt warm strong hands massaging her feet once more. She opened her eyes to find Donnie hunched over her with her feet in his lap, blowing firmly across her toes as his hands kneaded up and down her feet. The sensation was truly more than stimulating suddenly. It had to be more than just the feeling she thought to herself. She felt so personally pampered and it made her insides feel so much more aroused to his touch.

She closed her eyes again...

Donnie pulled her foot over to him and set it across his lap carefully and began rubbing her calf. He used his fingers to knead the muscle on the back of her leg, slowly working his way down to her foot. He moved his right hand down to her foot and began moving his thumb around the bottom while his fingers wrapped around the top of her foot. He pushed his thumb into the muscles in her sole and began working it in slow circles.

Mary Ann giggled and flexed her foot, "Be careful, you know I'm ticklish."

He kept working on her foot and moved slowly towards her little toes. As he reached them, he decided to have a little fun, so he moved his fingers from the top of her foot to the bottom and slid one finger between each of her toes.

She giggled again. "Hey, that tickles, stop!"

He massaged each toe then pressed my thumbs firmly into her arches, rubbing them up and down the length of her soles. She laid her head back on the pillow and fully enjoyed his firm touch.

Donnie kept working on her foot but as he did he realized he had a clear view up under her robe and it was making him lose focus on the task at hand.

Mary Ann's other foot was still lying across his lap. He had to shift a little as he began to feel himself growing erection under her foot. The move shifted her legs in a way that it now gave him a wide open view of her dark bush and the growing noticeable arousal there. Her curls were damp still from the shower, but the pink lips underneath were slightly parted and very damp looking themselves. His erection was trying to extend itself even further as the movement of her foot was fully stimulating it now.