My Kinky Foot Fetish
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Author's note: I'm still very apprehensive about sharing photos
of my feet online. Sorry. But
to get an idea of what my feet look like, they're very similar to Water
Goddess.
Water Goddess 
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I'm a middle aged woman who's been happily married
for 29 years. My
husband and I still have sex, but it's infrequent, and it's also kind
of boring. It's not that I don't enjoy it. I do. It's just that it's
always the same way. Missionary. A few years ago I stopped cumming with
him. I didn't want to hurt his feelings about it, so I never told him.
Instead, I just masturbate when I'm alone to get myself off.
Up until a few months ago, I never really gave our
sex life a lot of thought. I never even thought that it was inadequate.
But a few months ago I noticed a young man half my age who seemed to be
taking a special interest in me. In the beginning, he would smile at me
as we passed each other at the health club we belong to, and I would
smile back. I enjoyed the attention.
The first time we ever spoke was when he and I were
relaxing in the outdoor hot tub of the club. The air was crisp with the
coolness of a late winter, so there was hardly anybody outside except
for a couple of diehard regulars who were swimming laps in the pool. He
and I were in the hot tub alone; me on one side, and he on the other,
which I normally appreciate because I like the relative privacy of
space.
By this time over the course of a couple weeks, we
had exchanged smiles dozens of times inside, so there was a familiarity
between us that made his approach normal.
With a softness in his voice, he said to me as he
made his way over to where I was, "I hope it's okay to
give you a quick hello."
"Of
course," I replied. "Hi. I'm Barbara."
"Hi,"
he continued. "I'm
Tim. I would have said hello inside before, but you know how it is;
we're all doing our own thing for our workouts, and we're into our own
heads there."
"Yeah,"
I agreed. "Just
working out, and trying to keep the pounds off."
"You're
obviously doing well on that account," he said with a nice smile
without being lascivious.
"Thanks,"
I told him. "It's
a constant battle."
"That's
hard to believe with you," he replied.
I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be
taking a special interest in my right foot, which was arched above the
water on the edge of the hot tub as I continued to stretch my leg. He
tried to avert his stare, but he just couldn't help himself.
In response to his obvious staring, I told him, "Just trying to stretch
my leg a bit. I love stretching in the hot tub because it feels so
good."
"I'm
with you," he replied. "Stretch away."
When I put my foot back in the water, I could see his
disappointment, which intrigued me. A slight smile flashed on his face
when I lifted my left foot onto the hot tub's edge as I stretched my
left leg.
"I
hope you don't mind me telling you that you have incredible arches,"
he suddenly blurted out.
"You
think so?" I asked.
"They're
perfect," he affirmed.
Curious where the conversation might go, and also
oddly aroused that my feet seemed to be turning him on, I asked, "So what do you like
about them?"
"Well,"
he stammered a bit, "there's a perfect
symmetry for one, and for another, everything about your feet are just
so perfect."
"So
it's more than just my arches, huh?" I kind of laughed. His
attention to my feet was nice, and it even aroused me, but it also made
me a bit nervous.
"Oops,"
he replied. "Now
I'm sounding creepy."
"Not
at all," I assured him even though the whole 'foot thing' was foreign me. "I'm actually kind of
curious. Are you turned on by feet?"
"I
have to admit that I am," he confessed, "but not just any feet.
Yours just happen to be especially nice, and they look so incredibly
soft."
"Thanks,"
I replied. "I
like to keep them in good shape with regular pedicures, and they are
very soft."
"I
love how your soles wrinkle up the way that they do," he added.
"So
that's what a foot guy likes?" I asked.
"Foot
guys have all kinds of different likes," he told me. "But sure, a lot of
guys love wrinkled soles. I sure do."
It was then that I noticed a regular walking over to the hot
tub. He and I had gotten to know each other pretty well, so without a
doubt I knew he'd be striking up a conversation with me.
"One
of my spa buddies is walking over right now," I said to Tim, "so I think we're going
to have to stop talking about feet."
"No
worries," he replied with a knowing laugh. "I agree. Not a great
conversation to be having with anybody who isn't already into foot
fetish stuff."
Okay
then," I told him. "We can pick up where
we left off another time."
"Id
love to," he replied, "and maybe next time
you'll let me give you a foot massage."
The offer of a foot massage was too good to pass, so
I quickly told him, "I won't say no to
that."
"Great,"
he said with a smile. "I can hardly wait."
"Me either,"
I blurted out in a low tone of voice as I put a finger to my lips to
signal some discretion. After all, by then my spa buddy was using the
outdoor shower to rince off before stepping into the hot tub, so he was
within ear shot.
With a wink, and a nod in my spa buddy's direction to let me know he'd
remain discreet, Tim whispered, "Anytime you're ready."
"Thanks," I
replied. I was ready for a foot massage then and there, and I naughtily
wondered if that could happen in the relative privacy underneath the
bubbles of the hot tub while I talked to my spa buddy Robert.
At this point I had turned my back to Tim so that I was facing Robert
while we talked. I had tucked my legs underneath me, which exposed my
soles face up as I kind of sat on the back of my lower legs with my
heels slightly tucked underneath my ass. In a bold move that surprised
myself with daring, I discreetly moved my right hand behind my back,
and I reached over to touch Tim's right leg with my fingers. I knew he
was right behind me, and with nervous anticipation about how he'd
react, if he'd react at all, I squeezed his right leg with my hand.
To my delight, Tim immediately gave my hand a squeeze after interlacing
his fingers in with mine. With our hands still in their discreet
embrace while my conversation with Robert continued, I slowly pulled
his hand over to my feet. I rubbed the back of my hand over my soles in
a back and forth motion from one upturned sole to the other, and then I
let go of his hand.
To my delight once again, my discreet signal to Tim that it was okay
for him to massage my feet underneath the water was all that he needed
to proceed. But because he was sitting in the hot tub normally with his
right side to my back, he really only had the use of his right hand.
Otherwise, which I realized with disappoitment, repositioning himself
to use both of his hands to massage my feet would have been a little
too obvious to anybody paying attention.
Robert was oblivious to what was going on underneath the water, and I
wanted him to remain oblivious. Thankfully, Tim evidently wanted him to
remain oblivious as well, which is why I guessed he didn't massage my
feet as he had told me he wanted to do. Again, that would have been too
obvious. Instead, which I found incredibly arousing, he used the
fingers of his right hand to enjoy, and explore each and every inch of
my wrinkled soles. First, one foot, then the other, and then back again.
I've had foot massages before, but I've never had anybody play with my
feet the way that Tim was doing. I loved every moment of it. I could
tell that he did, too. The combination of his light tickling, and
finger massaging of my soles along with the jet stream of one of the
hot tub's pulsating yets streaming over my thighs to stimulate my pussy
and clit made me feel especially horny. I could hardly contain myself
because it felt so great, and yet, I maintained my composure while
Robert and I continued to have a conversation.
At one point Tim kind of grabbed onto my left ankle while massaging it
with his right hand, and he sort of lifted it up a bit. I responded by
instinctively lifting my left leg to free it, at which point he gently
pulled my leg towards him. He then laid my left foot down upon his lap,
and started giving me an incredibly great foot massage with both of his
hand. All the while, Robert was oblivious to what was going on
underneath the bubbling water, and so too were the handful of other
people who had gotten into the hot tub with us.
As soon as I could do it without making it seem too obvious, I took a
quick look over my right shoulder to see that Tim was looking straight
ahead as if he and I were having no contact at all. With knowing
amusement with how naughty he was being with me while people around us
were unaware, the discretion of our naughtiness added to my arousal.
I was comfortable enough about how discreet we were being that I had no
problem at all switching my right foot with my left so that he could
massage that foot as well. It was actually much easier to do than I had
thought it would be. In fact, I soon had both of my upturned soles in
his lap with nobody the wiser. After all, it wasn't uncommon for me at
all to stretch out face down like I was while having a conversation
with Robert.
I soon realized that Tim was obviously turned on by having my feet in
his lap because I could feel his
cock getting hard underneath his trunks. I had never been with a foot
fetish guy, so this was new to me. It turned me on to know that my feet
were getting him so hard, and I wondered what else he would do in the
relative privacy that the pulsating jets of the hot tub provided.
I didn't have to wonder for long. Suddenly, I could feel him take a
firm hold of my ankles with one of his hands as he held my feet in
place so that he could tickle my wrinkled soles to his delight. The
tickling wasn't light like it had been before. It was much harder,
which admittedly aroused me, especially since Tim was being so
playfully naughty while I was having a conversation with Robert who
remained unaware of what was going on underneath the water.
Instinctively, I tried to pull my feet away, but Tim had a really firm
grasp of my ankles, which held my feet in place, so it was pointless
for me to try. Besides, I was trying to keep my composure with Robert
while talking to him because I didn't want him to know what Tim was
doing. In a way that really only dawned on me later, part of the reason
I found what Tim was doing to be so arousing was because of the
excitement I felt about having him play with my feet the way he was
doing in a public hot tub.
This is probably why I found it even more arousing when I suddenly
realized that Tim's hard cock was no longer in his trunks. It was
sandwiched in between my soles, which were still trapped in place on
his lap.
Thankfully, the hard sole tickling he was getting off on only happened
in bursts rather than being prolonged, which enabled me to endure it
without any lasting discomfort. In fact, the more he tickled my soles
while firmly holding my feet in place, the more aroused I got, which in
turned clearly aroused him as well. Underneath the water I was
literally trying to escape his grasp because it turned me on to be
forcibly tickled, and it turned me on even more that I wasn't able to
escape.
In my discreet struggles underneath the water to free myself, the
friction of my soles moving back and forth had the effect of giving Tim
a solejob. He obviously loved that, and in fact he made a point to
reciproacte later by getting me off underneath the water. The way that
happened was quite naughty. After enjoying my feet to his content, Tim
let go of his firm grasp of my ankles, and I gave him a quick discreet
squeeze of approval underneath the water.
Throughout the kinky fun Tim and I had, Robert had remained clueless,
which kind of made what happened extra exciting. As he usually did when
I laid my face down upon my folded arms to relax in silence after our
conversation, Robert stepped down into the hot tub behind me to give me
a back massage.
Meanwhile, much to my delight even though I was quite nervous about
Robert becoming aware of what Tim was doing, Tim discreetly reached his
right hand over to touch my right thigh with his fingers. Even though
my eyes were closed, I knew that third hand I was feeling was Tim's
since both of Robert's hands were busy giving my back a really great
massage.
The thing is, the reason I was nervous about Robert discovering what
Tim was doing was because Robert pretty much always did more than just
give me a back massage, which I always enjoyed, and I wondered if one
of his wandering hands would bump into one of Tim's hands. After all,
in no time at all Tim's right hand as he sat next to me, and pretened
to be doing nothing had made its way to my crotch. His fingers had
deftly pulled aside my bikini suit's bottom to play with my pussy and
clit, which of course I throroughly enjoyed.
But because I knew Robert's hands would soon be reaching around me to
do the same thing, I wondered if or how he and Tim would react. For a
moment I felt a bit like a slut, and I suppose I was being slutty. But I didn't
care. I was actually getting aroused by the thought of both men
suddenly discovering that they weren't the only one being naughty with
me underneath the water.
Sure enough, after Robert finished giving me a really great back
massage, he sat down next to me to do what Tim was still doing. A few
other people had joined us in the hot tub by then, but as far as they
knew, I was just resting with my head laid down on my folded arms with
my eyes closed, and two guys were simply sitting on either side of me.
Little did anybody else know what was going on underneath the water.
When Robert discreetly reached over underneath the water to touch my
left thigh with the fingers of his left hand before moving his hand
higher to play with my pussy and clit, Tim was busy getting me off with
the fingers of his right hand. Tim had already gotten me off a couple
of times, which wasn't really hard to do given that I could get myself
off simply by positioning my pussy and clit in front of one of the
really strong pulsating jets of the hot tub.
However the two of them might react to each other, I decided to have no
reaction at all no matter what happened. However brief it might be, I
just wanted to know what it was like to have two guys playing with my
pussy and clit at the same time. Somewhat to my surprise, although not
entirely because guys are who they are when it comes to sexual fun,
more often than not, both of their hands continued to play with me even
after they had both obviously realized they weren't the only one.
To my delight with an arousal I had never felt before, as they carried
on to play with me without a word being spoken, both Tim and Robert
took contol of their respective halves of me by grabbing onto my legs,
and pulling them apart to trap each one of my legs inside of theirs. If
it was possible to see underneath the water, which it wasn't because of
the pulsating jets in the hot tub, a person would be able to see that
my legs were spread apart in such a way that I was effectively helpless
to do anything about their sexual dominance.
I lost count of the number of times I climaxed in that hot tub.
Afterward, I just kind of sheepishly opened my eyes, and said to both
of them, "Hi
guys! I hope you'll introduce yourselves."
They did.
I really don't want to be known as the spa slut of my health club even
though in the back of my mind I almost wouldn't mind. But to date at
least, Robert and Tim have been the only two guys to have played with
me like that in the hot tub. Even without the sexual fun we engage in,
we make a pretty interesting threesome given our ages. After all, Tim
is young enough to be my son, and Robert is old enough to be my father.
Go figure.
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