We Made a Cuckold Out Of My Husband

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The pics below remind me of a woman I saw who had different colors on her toes. She and her husband were standing next to me in the parking lot of a Home Depot. They were loading some things into their new Jeep Grand Cherokee, and I was parked next to them in an older Jeep Grand Cherokee loading some stuff that I had purchased. The timing couldn't have been better.

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"I'm thinking of upgrading to a new model," I told them. "How do you like yours?" I asked.

"We love it," his wife chimed in with her answer.

I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly blurted out how great her toes looked.

"Yeah," her husband told me, "they look like candy."

"They do," I told him, "Very suckable. You're a lucky guy."

Laughing out loud, his wife said to me, "Thank you for the compliment. Are you offering?"

"Only if you'll say yes," I answered with a laugh, "and only if your husband wouldn't mind."

"If she's up for it," he said to me, "sure. I'm fine with you sucking her toes."

"How about you?" I asked his wife. "Would you let me suck your toes?"

"What do you think, honey?" She asked her husband. "Can I bring him home to suck my toes?"

"Sure," he answered. "Go for it. I just have to run some errands, though, so if he's okay with taking you back to our place, I can catch up with you later. I shouldn't be too long."

"I'll be happy to drive her home," I told him.

Turning to her, I said, "Would that be okay with you?"

"Fine by me," she answered.

Then she told her husband, "I'll see you later."

"Great," he replied. "See you later."

I couldn't believe my luck. Whatever was going on in their sexual dynamic, it certainly worked for me. I could hardly wait to get to their place so that I could suck her toes.

As soon as we got into my Jeep, she asked, "Would it be okay if I put my feet on the dash. I do it all the time in our Jeep."

"It would be an honor to have your feet on my dash," I told her. "I just hope that I can keep my eyes on the road."

"Please do," she replied with a laugh. "I don't want you getting us into an accident."

"I'll be careful," I told her.

When she put her bare feet on the dash, I have to admit that it was pretty distracting. She had pefect feet with high arches, wrinkly soft looking soles, and those pedicured candy colored toes.

On the drive to their house, she and I got into a discussion about doing work on our respective houses, which was one of the reasons that I had been shopping at Home Depot. As it turned out, both of us had just remodelled our bathrooms. We also lived pretty close to each other.

"I'd love to see what you did with yours," she told me.

"Anytime," I told her. "I'd love to show you."

To my surprise, she replied, "How about now?"

"We can do that," I answered, "but won't your husband be expecting us back at your place?"

"He can wait," she answered with a laugh.

"Then wait he will," I told her.

From the Home Depot we had been at, it only took about twenty minutes to get to my house. By the time we had gotten there, though, I had given her a history of my life including that I was newly divorced, and "ready to have some fun."

She liked what I had done with my bathrooms, a half bathroom, and two full bathrooms. When I lead her into my master bedroom to show her the en suite bathroom in it, I was pleasantly surprised by what she ended up saying to me about the elevated platform king sized bed I have.

"Oh, my husband would love this bed," she told me.

"Any particular reason why?" I asked.

"It's the perfect bed to tie somebody down on," she told me rather bluntly, "and it's so big, too. I could get lost on it."

Having peaked my interest, I asked, "Is that something the two of you do?"

"Tie each other up?" She asked rhetorically. "Oh, that. He likes to tie me up, and then watch other guys have their way with me."

I was almost in shock by how candid she was being with me, but I was also eating it up, and really glad that she was sharing that part of her sex life.

"That's pretty hot," I told her. "I mean, the foot fetish stuff is great, but bondage sex is a whole other level of kinky playing. I find the combination extraordinarily arousing."

"Is it something that you've done?" She asked.

"Not for a really long time," he answered, "but it's something that I'd like to do again if I could find somebody who enjoys it. Honestly, though, I'm not so sure that I could share my wife with another man."

"You never did that with your wife," she asked.

"Never," I answered, "although she probably would have loved it. She always wanted us to swing with other people."

"And you didn't?" She asked.

"I wasn't opposed to it," I answered. "I just didn't think that I could handle it."

"Because of jealousy?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered, "because I think that I'd be too jealous."

"My husband doesn't get jealous," she told me, "which has kind of always pissed me off."

"So he won't be jealous when he finds out that you came to my house?" I asked.

"Nope," she answered.

"Have you ever played apart?" I asked.

"Not really," she answered, "although it's like playing apart since it's not unusual for him to leave me on my own with another man while he's out running errands."

"So is that what the out running errands things was when he mentioned it?" I asked.

"Exactly," she answered. "His thing is to come back home to find me being sexually ravished while I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it."

"I'd wager to guess that he'd get jealous if another man sexually ravished you in bondage while he was unable to discover it," I told her. "For instance," I added, "if I was to tie you down on my bed to suck your toes, and then get sexual with you if you were into it, and he only found out about it later without having been able to watch, surely he'd get jealous."

"There's only one way to find out," she laughed.

"Are you saying that you'd let me tie you up?" I asked.

"I was kind of thinking about it," she admitted.

"Well," I drawled, "you don't need to think about it any more. I would love to tie you down on my bed."

"I'm sure you would," she laughed, "Guys! But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first. How about that toe sucking that you offered me?"

"You already know that's a go," I answered. "Are you saying that I can suck your toes here at my place, or are you saying that I can do that at your place?"

With a laugh she replied, "We're already here."

"We sure are," I laughed in return.

"Then my toes are yours," she told me, "but first I want to take a shower to clean myself up. Would that be okay?"

"Of course," I answered. "Please do."

"Thanks," she replied, "but it's only a go for the toe sucking. I'm not so sure about the bondage stuff yet. We'll have to play that by ear."

"You've got it," I replied, "I'll play it by ear."

Then with a playful laugh she added, "By the way, isn't bondage something that you're supposed to do, and not ask to do?"

"You got me on that one," I laughed in return. "Touché!"

I was a bit confused by our conversation, so while she showered, I kept going back and forth with it, and I tried to figure out how I should take my next step with her. As I contemplated what I should do with her, I quickly prepared my bed with the bondage gear that I hadn't used on my wife for probably five years.

I made sure not to make my preparations obvious because I didn't want to scare her away, so pretty much all of which I wanted to use on her was hidden from view underneath the bed. I just wanted to have it all at the ready if, or when it seemed that she was amenable to being tied down.

After quite a bit of time in the shower, she stepped into the bedroom with what seemed to be nothing on but one of my large fluffy towels. She looked amazing!

"Face up or face down?" She asked. "What's best for you?"

"Face down if that's okay with you," I answered. "Even though I'm really looking forward to sucking your toes, I happen to be a sole man, which is where I'd love to start if that's okay with you."

"I'm good either way," she answered.

"By the way," I added, "I'd love to give you an erotic, and sensual full body massage starting with your feet of course. Uh, that's if you'd like one."

"I'm sure not going to turn that down," she replied.

"Great," I told her while handing her a bottle of strawberry flavored edible massage oil so that she could give it a whiff. "I'd love to use this if you approve."

"I see that it's edible," she told me.

"It is," I replied.

After tasting it, she said, "It smells and tastes really great. I approve."

"Great," I replied.  "Let's get started, and thank you for letting me do this. It's going to be my pleasure."

"I think it's going to be my pleasure," she laughed.

"That's the plan," I replied.

"Oh, one last thing," she told me. "I want to text my husband to let him know where I am so that he doesn't get worried."

"Yeah," I told her, "he probably should know."

Just as she was about to text her husband, I interrupted her to say, "Wait a second. If you want to test his jealousy, let me text him using your phone. I have an idea."

"What's your idea?" She asked.

"Give me your phone, and I'll show you," I told her.

Curious about what I had in mind, she handed me her phone. When I finished typing my message, I handed the phone back to her so that she could read it.

It read, "If you're wondering where your wife is, she's tied up at my place. You know, the toe sucking guy."

"But I'm not tied up," she laughed.

"Oh, that's right," I replied. "That would make me a liar, and we can't have that," I added while gently, but firmly grabbing her wrists, and straddling her back. "I'll have to tie you down before I send that text."

"You're so bad," she told me. "Are you really going to tie me down?"

"I'm going to handcuff you first," I told her while quickly slapping a pair of padded handcuffs around her wrists, and securing them to a strap that I pulled out from underneath the top of the bed.

"I can't believe that I'm letting you do this," she said with a giggle.

"You're not," I corrected her, "and that's the point. Remember what we talked about before? You told me that bondage is something that you're supposed to do, and not ask to do. You were right."

"I didn't say that exactly," she laughed. "It was more of a question."

"Okay," I drawled, "and this is my answer. You're okay with it, right?"

"It's not like I can do anything about it now that you have me handcuffed," she laughed.

"Sure you can," I assured her.

"How?" She asked.

"Just tell me to stop," I answered.

"Okay," she drawled, "then stop."

With a laugh I replied, "You're not being serious because you like that I took the initiative to tie you up, right?"

"I guess you're right," she admitted.

"Seriously though," I continued. "If at any time I'm doing something that you don't like, then all you have to do is to tell me to stop, and I will."

"I'll remember that," she laughed.

"Good," I replied, "because it's true. In the meantime, let's see once and for all how jealous your husband is."

"Or isn't," she added.

"Or isn't," I replied.

Without resisting, she let me restrain her spread eagle completely naked on her stomach after I took off the handcuffs and removed the towel. I made sure that the restraints were taut so that she was effectively immobilized.

"I'm going to send that text now, okay?" I told her.

With another laugh, she replied, "Ha! Like I can do anything about it."

"That's right," I playfully told her, "and I'm going to add that to the text."

Showing it to her, my amended text read in split paragraphs, "If you're wondering where your wife is, she's tied up at my place. You know, the toe sucking guy, and there isn't a thing that you can do about it."

"She tells me that you don't get jealous, but I think you will, especially since you can't be here to watch me play with your bound, and naked wife while she's tied and helpless."

"Have fun beating off to the imagined vision of me kissing, licking, and tickling her soles. I'm also going to suck each, and every one of her perfectly pedicured toes. Then in your mind's eye, watch me fuck her soles until I shoot my load all over them, and all over her legs."

"Her lovely wet pussy, and her ever growing engorged clit will be played with, and stimulated to one climax after another with multiple orgasms until she's completely spent. Only then will I release her from her restraints, and drive her back home."

"Okay," she giggled, "maybe he'll get jealous after all."

"Shhhh," I shushed her. "Enjoy all of the things that I'm going to do to you. I know I will because I'm already enjoying it."

I certainly did enjoy it all, and it was evident from all of the climaxes that I gave her that she got off on what I did to her as well. It wouldn't be the last time that she came over to my place. She came over pretty regularly.

As for her husband, he readily admitted to being jealous. After that first time, though, his wife and I decided to keep him as our cuckold. So even when he objected, she'd put him in his place, and remind him that he was the one who had gotten them into the naughty fun of playing with other men.

Be careful what you ask for, right? After all, you might get it.