My 25th College Reunion with a Foot Fetish Twist
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When I first saw Scott across the room at my 25th college reunion a few months ago, my mind suddenly raced back to when he would come over to my little studio apartment to play with my feet while I was napping. We lived in the same apartment building, and we had a couple of classes together. It was in class one day when I realized he had a keen interest in my feet. He'd always try to sit near me so that he could enjoy watching me slip my bare feet in and out of my leather flats. It was something that I unconsciously did all the time.

After noticing the fascination he had for my feet, I kind of enjoyed putting on a show for him. He was a good looking guy, and even though I was exclusively dating my college boyfriend, I still enjoyed the thrill of teasing him with my feet. It wasn't long before he made his appreciation known by starting up a conversation with me about mundane stuff, and then telling me how great my feet looked.

That was something I appreciated because I like how my feet look, and I really like it when somebody tells me how great they look. Even from a very young age I've always taken good care of my feet, which is thanks to my mom who taught me how to give myself pedicures.

I looked down at the open-toed low heel leather shoes I was wearing to see that, as usual, my toes were ready to be enjoyed thanks to a pedicure only two days before, and Scott was heading our way. I was with my husband, and he was with his wife. All four of us knew each other from parties we went to during our college years, so we greeted each other warmly. I immediately noticed how great his wife's feet looked, which didn't surprise me given Scott's foot fetish. I was pretty sure she took notice of my feet, too. Our feet were quite similar in shape, and they seemed to be about the same size. Mine were size 8.

So there we were, married to our college sweethearts. I wondered how happy they were, and I'm guessing they wondered how happy we were. They had two children, and so did we. Even though I learned that we didn't live far from each other, we didn't make any plans to meet up at our respective houses. After all, other than Scott's discreet visits to my little studio apartment for the foot fetish fun we enjoyed together, which I later learned from Scott that our respective spouses knew nothing about, the four of us never really hung out together.

At one point during the reunion while a lot of couples kind of split off to talk to people they knew in college, Scott and I ended up outside of the venue we were at to have a private conversation. Both of us acknowledged with knowing laughter how inappropriate it had been for us to have foot fetish fun n secret while we were dating other people.

At the same time, after Scott made me promise not to tell his wife, he revealed to me that his wife back during those college years freely submitted to his desire to watch other guys have foot fetish fun with her. What was interesting about that arrangement was that he learned just before their engagement that she sometimes enjoyed foot fetish fun with other guys without him knowing.

When I asked if he had told her about all the times he came over to play with my feet while I pretended to nap, he sheepishly admitted that he hadn't. Even though I figured that my husband wasn't likely to have participated in their foot fetish trysts back then, I asked Scott if he had. Scott said he hadn't, and reminded me that my husband was pretty straight-laced back then.

I laughed, and told him. "He's still that way."

"That's too bad," Scott replied. "Otherwise, I'd suggest coming over to our house for one of our naked pool parties."

That's when I learned he and his wife were swingers, and they had obviously engaged in that lifestyle back in college before they got married. Knowing that made me wonder aloud with him why he hadn't told his wife about our foot fetish fun.

"I don't know why," he tried to explain, "and now I regret that I didn't tell her."

I also learned that the voyeurism he engaged in with his wife when they were college sweethearts involved his "sleeping feet" fetish, which of course I was well aware he has. Of course, with me he did this while I pretended to be taking a nap.

"So you watched those other guys play with her feet while she was taking a nap?" I asked.

"Actually," he answered, "they'd come over after she passed out from drinking all night. You remember those drinking parties, don't you? The ones when we'd close out the bar."

"Every weekend," I laughed.

"Right," he affirmed. "Every weekend."

"So she didn't know they were playing with her feet?" I asked.

"She knew," he answered. "It was kind of a thing we did together. She liked to drink, and she knew I liked to watch other guys play with her feet, so we just kind of got into that routine."

I thought back on all the times that Scott came into my apartment to play with my feet while I napped. I had given him a key so that he could let himself inside. He'd step in after he heard me finish my afternoon shower, and after I had pretended to go into a deep sleep even though I'm normally a light sleeper. I liked the naughtiness of supposedly remaining unaware no matter what he did to my feet. He would lightly tickle and lick my soles, he'd suck my toes, and he'd fuck my soles to give himself a footjob. Then he'd leave, and my real nap would begin. I guess those pleasant, and erotic memories compelled me to playfully tease Scott into doing the same thing.

"I can't say I'd object if you were to come over to play with my feet like you used to do when I was napping," I told him with a knowing smile. "It's too bad that we don't live in the same apartment building any longer."

Obviously interested, he asked, "Do you take naps at any particular time?"

"What a coincidence," he laughed. "On Tuesdays and Thursdays at about that time I'm at the golf course near you, and I've gotten a little bored with golf."

"I guess what you and I used to do wasn't so boring," I teased.

"Quite the opposite," he laughed.

Remembering back to that salaciously naughty conversation, I almost find it hard to believe that it happened. Then again, both Scott and I really enjoyed those wonderful foot fetish naps I took back in college, so it actually makes perfect sense. And on a related note as part of my justification for getting naughty with him again, I told him that my husband had cheated on me, and I had always kind of wanted to get back at him for it. But Scott knew that our foot fetish fun together would have to be discreet since I didn't really want to hurt my husband.

"I often wish that I hadn't found out about his affair," I told him.

"I know exactly what you mean," he replied. "That's one of the reasons I never told my wife about what we did back in college."

"You mean like she told you?" I laughed.

"Okay, you got me on that one," he laughed in return.

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