A Foot Fetish Affair
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My husband works for a large corporation that has regular
corporate affairs, pun intended. Husbands bring their wives, wives bring
their husbands, and partners however they're paired are also in
attendance.
It was at one of my husband's corporate affairs that I met Trish who's
paired up with a woman named Cara. They've been a couple for about 5
years. Trish is an executive who works for my husband's corporation. Cara
works for another corporation as an executive. Both of them are pretty
well known in their synonymous field of work. That's why I changed their
names. I'm also being discreet about the kind of work that they, and my
husband do so that it's less likely that their identities will become
public.
As for me, I'm a small business owner.
When I first met Trish and Cara, we hit it off right away. I had seen both
of them at other corporate affairs, but we had never spoken before.
Initially, I had been sitting at the hotel's bar with my husband when a
couple of guys he knew stepped up to the bar to engage him in a
conversation.
One of the guys had his wife with him. I already knew her, so we engaged
in our own conversation. When she saw Trish and Cara sitting at a table
near the bar, and they waved at her to come over, she invited me to meet
them. We carried our drinks over to their table, and my friend introduced
me.
As I said before, we hit it off right away. Like me, they were on their
2nd Bloody Mary, so the three of us were already on the way to being
pretty smashed. My friend was too, so she soon excused herself to gather
up her husband to go to their room in the hotel.
"I hope you don't mind," she told me, "but
I think I need to lay down for a while in our room. I'm starting to
get a headache. But you're in good company here, so you'll be fine."
Like my friend, she and her husband live in another city, which is why
they had a room in the hotel.
"I hope you feel better," I told her. "I'll
call you tomorrow."
"Okay," she replied. "We'll talk tomorrow."
"Take care of yourself," Trish told her. "We'll
see you soon."
"It looks like you're stuck with us," Cara told
me with a laugh.
"I'd rather be here with you two than with those guys,"
I replied with a laugh while pointing to my husband and his friends.
"Yeah," Trish agreed. "They'll go
on and on about all kinds of stuff until the bar closes."
I knew that Trish was right about that. My husband loves drinking with his
friends, and they always drink until closing time. I'm often left in the
lurch, although I rarely mind it since I usually end up meeting
interesting people, and having great conversations. This would be one of
those times in more ways than I could have imagined.
The bar was closing at 2:00 a.m., and it was only 8:30 p.m.
"If it sounds good to you," Trish said, "we
can head up to our room, and soak in a nice hot tub. The bar won't
close for hours, so we have plenty of time to get you back to your
husband before he's ready to leave."
"That sounds great," I replied without hesitation, "but
I don't have a bathing suit with me."
"You don't need one," Carla chimed in with a naughty
smile. "We like to enjoy it au naturel."
"Don't worry," Trish laughed. "We won't
bite."
At the time I didn't know that they were a couple. Neither of them seemed
butch to me. My friend hadn't said anything to me about them one way or
the other. I guess I just presumed that they were straight. Of course,
relaxing in a hot tub sounded great. Besides, it wouldn't matter to me
what their sexual orientation was. It also never occurred to me that I was
being seduced, which in retrospect that's exactly what happened that
night.
"I hate to impose," I replied. "Are
you sure?"
"Absolutely!" Trish exclaimed!
"Besides," Cara added. "We'd love
to have you."
Little did I know then how true a statement Carla had made.
"Great!" I replied with enthusiasm. "Let
me tell my husband so that he doesn't worry where I've gone."
"Will he mind?" Trish asked.
"I doubt it," I answered. "Knowing
him, he'll probably be happy to be left alone with his buddies."
Sure enough, when I interrupted my husband's fun to let him know where I
was going, and what I'd be doing, he was fine with it.
"Have fun," he told me, "and call
or text me when you're ready to leave."
There had been times during my husband's corporate gatherings when we
didn't go back home together. He always wanted to stay as long as he
could, and I sometimes wanted to go back home earlier than I had planned
to stay. But it was never a problem since we had an understanding about
it. Because I never left before I was sober enough to drive, and he often
ended up drinking too much to drive, I'd sometimes end up driving back
home myself. He'd end up getting a ride from one of his friends, or he'd
take a Lyft or an Uber back home.
When we got to their room, I was a bit shy about taking off all of my
clothes in front of them, but those Bloody Marys helped to mitigate
whatever embarrassment I had about it. Neither of them ogled me; at least
not overtly. Besides, I'm constantly nude in front of women all the time
at my health club.
Right away I could feel the sexual tension, which to my surprise I found
to be strangely arousing.
"You have really sexy feet," Trish said to me.
"Most definitely!" Cara agreed.
"Thank you," I replied. "I like to
take good care of my feet with regular pedicures. It makes me feel
sexy."
"Your husband's very lucky," Cara told me.
"Thanks again," I replied, "but
he's not into feet."
"We are," Trish smiled at me while grabbing onto my left
ankle to bring my foot to her face.
Cara grabbed my right ankle to do the same. Suddenly, they both began to
suck my toes, first my big toes at the same time, and then all of my other
toes one by one. Sometimes they'd put all of my toes into their mouths.
"Oh my God! That feels amazing!" I exclaimed
while closing my eyes, and resting the back of my head on the edge of the
hot tub.
"I'm glad you like it," Trish said with glee in
between sucking my toes, and licking the sole of my foot.
"I love how naturally wrinkly your soles are,"
Cara chimed in with a happy smile, "and it's not from the hot
tub either."
I've always loved that my soles are nicely wrinkled. I gave approval to
them pleasuring my feet by saying, "I hope you know that I'm
not going to ask you to stop anytime soon. Or ever!"
"That's fine with me," Cara said.
"Me too," Trish agreed.
Then there was silence while both of them ravished my soles, and toes with
their mouths, and tongues. Sometimes they'd lovingly glide their fingers
along the soles of my feet, and then delight whenever I'd let out an
approving moan or a giggle from having been tickled.
At some point I said, "I'm starting to feel really guilty
here. I mean, you're giving me all of this pleasure, and I'm giving
you nothing in return."
"You're giving us a lot more than you realize by letting us have our
way with your feet," Trish assured me.
"I can hardly help myself," I laughed. "It
just feels so incredible!"
"For us too," Trish once again confirmed her excitement.
"Would you mind if we play with your feet on the bed?"
"I don't think I'm capable of saying no to wherever you want to play
with my feet," I admitted. "Sure. My feet
are yours!"
After we got out of the hot tub, Cara naughtily blindfolded me to heighten
the sexual tension even more than it already was, and they toweled me dry
before they gently laid me face down on the bed. Together, they began to
kiss, lick, lightly tickle, and massage my entire body from my neck down
to my feet, and then back again.
I was a happy, hot mess the entire time. I was their Pillow Princess,
and they were obviously more than fine with it. I was getting wetter, and
wetter with every touch, and I was glad when they began to get overtly
sexual with me. I was ready for it long before they initiated it. They
deftly retrieved sex toys that they expertly used on me to make me climax.
They really knew their way around a woman, way better then any man I had
ever enjoyed.
They continued to pay a lot of attention to my feet, and I loved
everything they did to them. Both of them laid their pussies on my soft
heels to fuck them to climax. They also inserted my toes into their
pussies to fuck my feet that way. All of it was amazing!
Naturally, they also took turns giving me head, which to my initial
surprise made me climax. Then again, that shouldn't have been surprising.
After all, while one of them was giving me head, the other one was sucking
my toes. That combination made me orgasm multiple times.
I was happily exhausted by the time they had their way with me entirely.
They were, too. We quite happily decided that whenever we could get
together, we would. Unfortunately, they live in another city pretty far
away, so we would have to wait for one of their corporate affairs to have
our foot fetish affair.
I decided that it was better not to tell my husband about the foot fetish
affair that I was having with Trish and Cara. They agreed to be discreet
about it. So far, so good. I always get very aroused whenever I know that
they'll be getting off on my feet, and getting me off, too.
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