His Wife's High Arches & Sexy Soles Are Amazing! at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

When I pulled up in my archives the video included in my story, I immediately thought of a really sexy woman I used to play with on a pretty regular basis. She has really high arches, which I love, and she has super soft soles that are perfectly wrinkled. Given how identical the feet in the video look to her feet, it makes me wonder if they're actually hers. If so, I'm kind of jealous of the guy who's enjoying them.

I know the guy can't be her husband because he never paid any attention to her feet, which is one of the reasons that she took so kindly to the attention I gave them. The very first day I met her she was reaching up to grab an item above her head at the grocery store, and she caught me looking at her feet. I couldn't help it. They were just so damned sexy, especially since her soles were perfectly arched in the leather sandals she was wearing that day when she reached up to get what she wanted.

When she caught me looking at her feet, she seemed amused that I immediately looked away as if I hadn't been staring. But it dawned on me that she liked the attention when I looked again, and she seemed to be giving me a bit of a show. She kept reaching up as if she wanted to get another item from the shelf, but she'd only taken down one item, and never got another one.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't get up the nerve. I just kind of pretended to be looking for stuff, too, and kept enjoying the show. Of course, in the back of my mind I kept telling myself that she was probably not putting on a show on purpose, and was simply acting naturally. I mean, I'm pretty sure for the most part that's exactly what women do around us men; they act naturally, but we often like to believe they're actually trying to tease us with their feet when most of them aren't.

Not wanting to seem like some kind of a pervert, I forced myself to move on to another aisle even though she kept reaching up for stuff, and flexing her feet in those sexy leather sandals of hers. I noticed other guys looking at her feet, too, and I wondered if any of them had a foot fetish.

A couple of minutes later I saw her again in the same aisle as me, but coming from the opposite direction. When we got close enough to say something, she smiled and said, "I could have used your height on that other aisle."

"Sorry about that," I replied. "I was going to offer, but I didn't want you think I was coming on to you or anything."

"I wouldn't have thought that," she said. "I guess I should have asked if you could reach up to get what I wanted since I almost lost my sandal reaching up for it myself."

"Sometimes my feet will fall right out of these sandals if I reach up for something," she told me while flexing her left foot to illustrate what she meant.

Sure enough, the back strap slipped down, and off of her ankle when she flexed her foot a little more.

This time I was sure she was teasing me on purpose just to get a rise out of me. Literally. My cock started getting hard fr om the view she had just given me of her perfectly arched wrinkled sole.

"Well," I kind of stammered, "if I can ever be of any help, just let me know."

With a giggle she asked, "You mean with my sandal, or getting something on a high shelf?"

"I do," I answered, "especially with such perfect feet like yours if you don't mind me saying."

"I don't mind at all," she replied. "My husband used to give me foot massages when were dating, but then he never offered them to me after we got married."

"That's too bad," I told her. "If I was your husband, I'd be giving them to you all the time. In fact, if you ever want a foot massage, just let me know, and I'll be happy to give you a really great one."

"It's too bad my husband's so jealous," she said with a smile. "Otherwise, I'd take you up on your offer."

Our conversation was becoming decidedly sexual; at least that's how I felt, but I sensed she felt the sexual tension as well since we were talking pretty quietly.

"Then I guess it wouldn't be appropriate for me to ask if we could exchange phone numbers, right?" I asked.

"Probably not," she answered. "Then again, a foot massage is just a foot massage, right?" She asked.

"Well," I answered with full disclosure, "that's usually the case. But I should let you know that I have a foot fetish, so for me massaging such perfect feet like yours would be more than just a foot massage."

"Really?" She replied. "Now you've made me curious. How would it be more than just a foot massage?"

"It would never be more than that unless you were okay with it," I clarified. "But if you'd enjoy the extra attention given to your feet, then a guy with a foot fetish like me would want to do more."

"Well, more like shrimping," I told her. "Do you know what that is?" I asked.

"Shrimping is toe sucking," I answered. "Has anyone ever sucked your toes before?"

"Oh," she giggled. "That's what shrimping is. No, I've never had anybody suck my toes before."

"It's really quite pleasurable," I assured her. "So far I've never known a woman who hasn't enjoyed having her toes sucked. But hey! Who knows? Maybe you wouldn't like it."

"You're seriously offering to suck my toes?" She asked in a welcoming tone of voice.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," she sighed, "but I'm curious enough about what that feels like to maybe take you up on your offer."

"Of course," I replied while handing her my business card. "If you decide after thinking it over that you'd like to give it a try, please feel free to call or text me anytime."

"Oh I'll be surprised," I replied, "and I can assure you it will be a very pleasant surprise if you do decide call or text."

As you might imagine, I could hardly wait for her to contact me, so it really bummed me out when that didn't happen. For the next couple of weeks I made extra trips to the same store where we met just in case I'd see her there, but I never saw her. Then, out of the blue after I had pretty much lost hope that she'd contact me, I got a text from her.

The text read, "I don't know if you'll remember me or not, but you offered to give me a foot massage and suck my toes a few weeks ago. Does that ring a bell? Or is that something you offer a lot of women, and you're not sure which one I am?"

I immediately texted her back to say, "Of course I remember you, and my offer still stands. As for offering the same to other women, it's probably been at least a year since I've done that. I remember exactly who you are, and I'm pleasantly surprised that you contacted me. I'm so surprised that I have to ask if everything is okay?"

"Not really," she texted back. "I just had a huge fight with my husband, and I really want to get out of the house right now."

"Sorry about the fight," I replied. "You DESERVE a really great foot massage to take away the stress. If you feel like coming over to my place now, you're more than welcome."

"Are you sure it's okay?" She asked in her reply text. "I'm kind of in a rotten mood, so maybe I shouldn't be laying it out on you."

"No worries," I assured her. "I just don't want you to feel as if you're only coming over because you're feeling so badly. I mean, that's okay to do that, but I don't want you to feel as if I'm taking advantage of the situation. Does that make sense?"

"Take advantage," she typed back with a big smilie face. "My feet are yours however you want them."

"Thanks," she typed back. "Do you mind if I take a shower at your place when I get there? I really don't want to take one here before going out, and then having him asking me questions about where I'm going."

"It would do him good," I replied. "But sure, feel free. You're more than welcomed."

"Thanks," she typed back. "I'm leaving now, and since I live so close to you, it's probably only going to be a few minutes. Is that okay, or should I drive around for a while? I can do thatI. I just want to get out of the house now!"

"You can come straight over," I let her know. "There's room in my driveway, too, so feel free to park there. I'm parked in the garage."

About 5 minutes later I saw her pull up to park in my driveway, and I opened my front door to greet her. Considering how distraught she must have been about the fight with her husband, you'd never know it by looking at her. She seemed quite refreshed, and she looked fantastic. She was wearing the same leather sandals I saw her wearing in the grocery store.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing my workout gear," she said. "I wanted my husband to think I went to the gym."

I showed her where the guest bedroom was, which has its own bathroom, and I told her she could shower there. She laid her gym bag on the bed, and thanked me.

"No rush," I assured her. "By the way," I added, "if you'd enjoy a chocolate 420 edible, you're welcome to it. I just took one myself."

She seemed to be pretty familiar with chocolate 420 edibles, and in our state 420 is legal.

"I have a variety depending on how you want to feel," I told her. "I can show you now if you'd like to take one before your shower so that it will kick in not long after you've taken it."

"That sounds great to me," she told me. "It's been quite a while since I've had any, and I would have brought some from my place, but I don't have any right now."

When I showed her what I had in the refrigerator, the one she picked kind of surprised me.

"Like minds! That's the one I took a couple of minutes before you got here," I told her with a discreetly hopeful laugh. "And don't worry," I added, "I don't have anything sexual in mind. I just like how it makes me feel."

"It's the same for me," she let me know. "I'm not thinking sex either. I just want to feel sexual. I mean, my husband and I have been fighting for a while now. I can't even remember the last time we made love, let alone have sex. It's kind of why we've been fighting."

"Been there, done that," I told her. "It's one of the reasons I'm divorced."

Having changed her mind about the shower, she asked, "Do you mind if I take a bath instead of a shower? I'm thinking it would be nice to let the 420 kick in a bit, and besides, a bath will get my feet even more wrinkly for you."

"That's what I thought," she giggled. "At the store I was trying to make them more wrinkly for you because you seemed to like that."

"I surely did," I confessed. "You have such perfectly wrinkled soles, and I love your high arches, too"

"I'm glad you like them," she replied. "I don't know what compels me to be such a tease when it seems that a guy is mesmerized by my feet, but I enjoy it when my feet are noticed. I guess it's a turn-on for me whenever a guy seems to get aroused by my feet."

"My kind of woman," I told her. "I love a woman who enjoys that kind of thing. I'm surprised that you've never had anybody suck your toes before."

"It's just never happened," she told me. "But I have wondered what it would be like to have my toes sucked even though I didn't know that foot fetish guys call it shrimping."

"Me too," she replied. "I don't know if it's the 420 kicking in already, but I'm getting excited about it."

About 40 minutes later she finished taking her bath. To my pleasant surprise she stepped into the living room with nothing on but a towel.

"A sexy woman like you wearing only a towel is hardly something I would mind," I laughed.

"I thought as much," she replied. "But don't get any ideas because this isn't an invitation to have sex with me. You should know that as much as I'm hating my husband right now, I've never had sex with anybody else while we've been married. I'm just not that kind of gal despite what's going on here whatever that is."

"I understand," I assured her. "What's going on here in my humble opinion is rather simple. You're pissed at your husband, and likely reaching out for the kind of attention you're not getting from him. For you, I'm guessing, it's not sex that you're seeking. I think as it is with a lot of women in your situation, you're probably just seeking some sexual attention, and nothing more. As for me on the other hand, which I guess has been pretty obvious to you, I'm simply turned on by your very sexy feet, and that's really my only focus. Of course, as an otherwise typical man, I'm also well aware that there's that other part of me that can't help but to be sexually attracted to you in every other way; not just your feet. But don't worry. You don't have to worry about me coming on to you sexually except when it comes to your feet. That's not my intention, and I simply won't go there unless of course you're feeling it."

"Well of course I'm feeling it," she told me with a laugh. "It's just that I didn't come here for that."

After explaining to her that giving her a foot massage and more would be better on my bed despite what she and I had just said about not having sex, she quite readily followed me into my bedroom, and laid face down on the bed.

"Face down just as you are is great if that's comfortable for you," I answered.

The music that you can hear in the video is very similar to what I turned on to set the mood. To start things off with her I began giving her a foot massage with massage lotion rather than oil as many other people prefer.

"Wow!" She exclaimed after only a few short minutes. "You really know how to give a great foot massage. My foot thanks you, and I know my other foot will, too."

I didn't say anything in reply. I just kept giving her a foot massage, working on one of her feet, going back to her other foot, and then repeating that process for a long time.

At one point she said, "This feels so good that there's no way I'm going to tell you to stop. You'll have to do that on your own when you're feeling it's time."

"I'm just glad you're not stopping me," I replied. "At some point I will, of course, but probably not for a little while longer."

About 15 minutes later or so, I began kissing, and licking every inch of her wrinkled soles. I also spent a good amount of time sucking each, and every one of her toes. Sometimes one at a time. Other times a few toes at a time, and sometimes all of her toes at the same time.

At one point she exclaimed while I was sucking her toes, "That feels amazing! No wonder women like it when their toes are being sucked. Shrimping is out of this world! I'm hooked!"

At another point she told me that I must be great at giving full body massages even though she said she wasn't asking for one. After all, as she told me, she had already enjoyed far more than she had hoped for, and she wasn't about to ask for anything more. Still, I kind of insisted that I give her "an erotic and sensual full body massage" and she happily accepted.

In the video there's some footjob fun going on, which I was tempted to enjoy, but I refrained from it. And as hard as it was to keep from doing it, I also refrained from having intercourse with her even though her body language was giving me a pretty clear signal that she would have willingly enjoyed it. What I did instead was to teasingly brush up along her pussy lips from time to time just to see if she'd want more than just a little teasing.

Seeing how sopping wet her pussy had become, I whispered in her ear, "I'd really like to get you off with a vibrator. Would it be okay as long as I don't have intercourse with you?"

With a vibrator, I applied a steady and firm pressure on her clit while using my middle and index finger to find, and massage her G-spot. In large part because she had enjoyed such a long foreplay of head to toe massage, and other stimulation, in less than a minute after stimulating her G-spot, her naked body very suddenly convulsed with multiple orgasms.

Her climaxes became so intense that she reached down to pull away my hands, but to no avail as I continued to get her off.

"OH MY GOD!" She exclaimed. "I've never cum so hard in my life, and never so many times. I don't know if I can take any more!"

"Just a few more seconds," I told her. "Let's give it a few more seconds to see if I can make you squirt."

Before she could say anything more, she suddenly began squirting uncontrollably.

The squirting obviously surprised her, so she blurted out with excited exhaustion, "What's happening to me?"

"That's exactly what it is," I assured her. "You might even squirt again if I do this," I added while pressing the vibrator onto her clit.

She could hardly believe what had happened. She sat straight up in the bed to get a better look at how sopped the towels were. I had placed two thick towels underneath her just before she had laid down on the bed.

"I hoped it might even though I hadn't actually planned to get this far with you," I told her.

"It wasn't planned," I assured her. "But I put the towels down just in case things got that far."

"From time to time I have," I answered. "But not every woman can squirt like you were able to do. You're lucky."

"I can't either," I told her, "especially since you're a really great squirter."

"I helped," I corrected her. "I never would have been able to make you squirt if your body didn't have that capability."

"I know the feeling," I replied. "I still get blown away by it even though I've seen it pretty regularly over the years."

We continued to talk about the squirting, but also about so much more. She made it clear to me that she wanted to come back again for more of the same, and so she did. As of this publication, she's been back numerous times, and it's always been great. As for any guilt she has about having sex outside of her marriage, she's compartmentalized it like so many married people do. That's to say, she's justified it.

To be frank about that justification, I personally believe that there can be legitimate justification to have sex outside of a marriage. But it really depends on the dynamics of the marriage, which ideally is openly done whenever that's a viable option.

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