You've probably seen everything I've got, since our tastes are almost exactly the same. Here's one I haven't seen posted in a lot of places, although I think the names have been changed since the original, which was posted about 20 years ago:

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Thanksgiving Turkey

PART I

It’s amazing what a year will bring. Last Thanksgiving, I ate a hearty meal my wife prepared, relaxed in the living room after helping with the dishes and watched football the rest of the afternoon when my wife and stepdaughter went out. Don’t get me wrong, even then I was the low man in the household, and everyone knew it. I knew my wife was having an affair with a guy at work, but she didn’t flaunt it in my face and seemed content with keeping the sanctity of the family intact. I did a lot of the chores around the house, or helped them do them, and was resigned to stay status-quo.

But things went down hill for me after the holidays last year, and as the holidays came around again this year, I realized how far I had sunk as I sat on the floor licking the pretty bare feet of my sister-in-law Cindy after dinner on Thanksgiving Day with everyone around. My stepdaughter Caitlyn, her college roommate Melissa, my sister-in-law’s husband Chris and his sister Michelle and her husband Darrin, my wife of course, and Janet’s “boyfriend,” Michael all ignoring me except for Cindy who reclined in the soft chair in my living room, with her feet resting on the ottoman smiling at me as she wiggled her toes.

After Christmas last year, my wife Janet finally laid it on the line for me, telling me that it was becoming too difficult for her and Michael to carry on a discreet relationship they began at the law firm where they both worked and that she was contemplating divorce. She had the blessing of my stepdaughter and her family and broke me down to tears, begging for her not to leave me. She finally decided in March to keep the family together, but under new household and relationship rules. Those rules included her dating Michael openly and freely and not only staying at his house on a regular basis, but having him stay with “us” at times. The new guidelines also had me moving into the spare bedroom, assuming all of the household chores and duties, including cleaning the entire house of a regular basis, doing all her laundry and my stepdaughter’s when she was home, and doing anything else they desired. My stepdaughter first balked at the idea and wanted me out of their life per se, which hurt me greatly, but decided to accept her mother’s wishes and grew accustomed to the attention I afforded her as well.



I spent the next seven months catering to them on a daily basis, discreetly at first, but as time went on, more and more friends and family were becoming aware of my status in their lives. I knew this holiday season would probably be the most humiliating and degrading I had ever encountered, and it started out just that way…with a bang!

My wife and her Michael came stumbling in the door laughing and appeared a bit drunk as they walked into the living room catching me dusting on Thanksgiving Eve. “There’s my little houseboy, busy cleaning away,” Janet said as my face turned red, “did you get everything done?” “Yes, I’m almost done,” I said not looking at them in each other’s arms as I always tried to avoid. “Did you get your things out of the spare room, Caitlyn and her roommate should be home anytime now,” she added. “Yes, my stuff is in the basement.” “The basement,” Michael said, “boy it just keeps getting worse for you, doesn’t it?” Again I remained silent.

“Well, my feet are killing me and I need one of your thorough massages,” Janet said, “Lester get Michael and I a drink and bring them to the study, did you start dinner?” “Yes ma’am,” I said dejectedly. 



I poured the usual drinks for Janet and Michael and retired to the study where they sat on the love seat watching the news. I removed Janet’s stylish boots that I had purchased for her for her birthday and she rested her stocking feet on the ottoman. I knelt and began rubbing them picking up the usual scent of her foot sweat and leather as she melted in Michael’s arms. After awhile, Michael rested his socked feet next to hers and the smell obviously intensified taking a bitter turn as they chuckled. His feet were pretty rank but continued the tedious and humiliating task of massaging my wife’s feet, a duty that became a ritual.



Caitlyn must have snuck in the front door with her roommate and entered the den and saved me for the time being as I was just starting to massage Michael’s sock-covered feet. “Hey,” Caitlyn said as she came in the room laughing as she looked at me on the floor at Michael’s feet, “I see things haven’t changed much since I left, or have they.” “Hey sweetheart, you’re home,” Janet said as she jumped up and greeted our stepdaughter and Michael rose to his feet as I stayed in the kneeling position. They greeted each other and Caitlyn introduced her roommate, Melissa, to her mother and Michael, referring to Michael as her mom’s “boyfriend.” 



“Oh, and this is my dad,” Caitlyn said rather matter-of-factly motioning to me on the floor as Melissa gave me a nervous look, “I know it looks a little weird, but I’ll explain it later. Here mom, I brought you something.” Caitlyn handed my wife a beautiful Thanksgiving centerpiece and as Janet marveled over it, Caitlyn grabbed a bottle of wine Melissa was holding and handed it to Michael. “Oh, and Michael, I ran across this great bottle of merlot and knew how much you enjoyed wine,” she added. “Well, thank you Caitlyn, that was nice of you to think of me,” he said.



There was an uncomfortable silence as they all kind of looked in my direction as there were no other “gifts” in either of the girl’s hands. “Oh, and dad, I really didn’t think of you, I’m sorry, but I do have something for you,” Caitlyn added as she leaned down bringing her face close to mine and giggled as my face lit up a little, “there’s at least three weeks worth of dirty laundry in the trunk of my car for you, oh, and a bag of Melissa’s dirty clothes too!” They all laughed, with the exception of Melissa, who was still trying to figure things out as she hit Caitlyn in the arm.

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