Stepdad Tickles and Plays with My Wife's Perfect Foot
Published on Tuesday, February 22, 2011

This illustrated story was submitted by Phil Gill.

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On Saturday we were driving home from the dinner theater. My wife Michelle was in the back with her mother, and I was in the front with her step dad. He has made several comments about her feet and toes, her polish and the size of her feet (six) over the years, so we have suspected him as a foot lover even though my wife's mother doesn't take care of her feet at all.

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At the theater we were sitting around a small dinner table eating and watching the play. My wife's new boots were uncomfortable so she was moving them around a lot during the evening. Her stepdad slipped his foot between us and for about an hour I could see Michelle's foot touching his below thinking it was my foot she was against. It was more enjoyable to view than the play to be truthful.

Anyway, on the ride home my wife and her mom were in the back while I drove with her stepdad in the front. As soon as we got in the vehicle, my wife slipped off her little black boots (it was winter in Canada). Her pantyhosed feet were feeling a little tight in the new boots, especially after a whole evening of sitting and eating and drinking.

At first she set both feet on the back part of the front center arm rest console. I could actually feel her pretty pink toes touching the back of my elbow, and so could her step dad as he turned and looked around at them. He smiled at his stepdaughter. Although her feet were hot, the aroma was like lotion and bubble bath combined but a delicate bouquet. My wife's feet never smelled bad no matter if she was shopping for an entire day.

"Ooops," she said. "Sorry. Would you like me to move them?" Oh, no said her dad. You must be uncomfortable, relax yourself.

"Sorry. My legs feel like they need stretching, and my boots are new and terribley tight," she said to him as her mom was intently scanning through Facebook on her smartphone next to her in the back seat.

He said she was fine, and encouraged her to stretch right out, putting both feet right through the space and on top of the arm rest, and basically in front with us if she would like.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I mean, I was nervous. And horny, imagining her feet up front between what I suspect are two foot guys.

Unfortunately she declined, likely feeling uncomfortable herself, suspecting his enjoyment at the possibility and mine watching another man enjoying himself with my wife's feet.

But as the trip went on, she did slide her right foot down the length of the arm rest. It was beautiful, her high arch towards me and the nylon stretching across her arch. I literally gasped with the thrill.

My heart was racing, but not as much as it was about to.

The beauty of her tiny hosed foot made me quietly exhale deeply, I could barely handle the excitement. My hands were shaking on the wheel and my dick was secretly growing in my pants.

I glanced at her toes, which were perfect from a recent pedicure, and hot pink. Her step dad noticed too, and I could see him setting his left hand partly on the side of the arm rest so that it was very close to touching her soft and sensuous stocking heel. I reached over to the top of her foot, glancing from the road for just a second, and patted the top of her foot in approval of her newfound ease.

I lightly rubbed her toes to let her know that her right foot was very welcome in the front seat of the car.

Her step dad was busy with his own pleasure, now fully touching the outside of her heel secretly with his large hand. Michelle slid her tiny foot over slightly, but there was little room to move it and he just brushed his hand into contact with her perfect foot once again anyway.

I glanced over at him touching her foot, and nearly went off the road. His left hand made her foot look so tiny next to it, and I could see him gradually gliding the side of his hand up and down the side of her helpless little nylon foot. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was allowing him to make contact with her foot. But it was wonderful and took all our relationships to a new level to be enjoyed in the future.

The excitement of seeing another man making physical contact with my wife's foot was a rush of both jealousy, and desire at the same time. It was a powerful feeling of lust.

I thought it couldn't get better until suddenly he actually groped the top of her foot. Then he brought his other hand to her sole, and began lightly tickling the perfect foot. He looked back at his stepdaughter to get a rise out of her as if he was just messing around. But I knew he secretly had to find a way to touch those wonderful  toes. All five gradually piggies descended across symmetrically, beneath the thin see-through fabric. Who would pass up such an opportunity? He must have been in heaven. I know I was just watching.

Michelle tried to slip her foot back toward her, but her stepfather is a large and powerful man who easily held back her denial as if by ease.

I would glance at him, to see him lightly gliding his man-hands and thick fingers across her shapely nylon soles, while I I tried to keep the vehicle on the road.

My wife squirmed a little, but he was being careful and slow as he got between her toes, stretching the fabric almost to its ripping point and then moving on to another gorgeous toe. Finally he got to her baby toe and actually wiggled it between his thumb and finger.

My gawd I was in heaven.

Her Mom told him to knock it off, but she was also in the middle of a fascinating social media event, so she couldn't be bothered with the innocent fun in the front seat. She also had absolutely no foot awareness. He might just as well have been touching her daughter's purse, as her beautiful foot as far as she was concerned.

I was now shaking at the steering wheel worse than ever, but I so wanted to touch them too. I reached for her beautiful foot with my right hand, and her stepfather respectfully released his grip seemingly enjoying watching me.

But then he leaned in toward her foot with his face, and slid his hand right under the soft foot while he examined her toes close up. His mouth was just inches from her lovely hosed toes and that was almost too much for me to bear.

"I think I see a flaw in your pedicure," he joked. "What," she said, before realizing he was messing with her.

I am sure he could smell the pretty perfume scent coming from her toes. He was that close.

I held her foot in place, despite her objection, while this man had his way with her lovely foot. Although he was tickling her, it was delicate like her foot itself. He began touching her so gently and lovingly, gliding his finger under her foot and across her soles; then from her heels to her undertoes. Although Michelle tried to pull away, I held her foot in place for her stepdad to enjoy until I seriously couldn't handle it anymore.

I released her foot, and my wife pulled it back. "You guys," she objected and within a few minutes she had slid her boots back on, and we were home.

I often think of the little fun we had on the way home, innocent to all involved yet not innocent at all.

Not another word was mentioned of it but my thoughts have been consumed with wondering just what he wished he could have done with her beautiful foot, and how long I could have watched without exploding with ecstasy.

I have been so horny lately thinking of it; the memory serving as the perfect source of fun when I am alone.