Soccer Mom With A Foot Fetish
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As you can see from the title of this story, I'm a soccer mom who has a foot fetish. I have two children, a girl and a boy. Both of them play soccer, so I'm literally a soccer mom. I'm happily married even though my husband doesn't have a foot fetish. He likes my feet because I keep them in great shape with regular pedicures, but I'm the one who has a foot fetish.

My husband is more of a tits and ass kind of guy although I'm pretty sure that he doesn't fetishize them. We don't really talk about that kind of stuff. Our sex life seems typical, and we continue to enjoy sex on a regular basis. He doesn't know that I have a foot fetish because I've always been a little too embarrassed by it to tell him. I'm sure that a lot of you guys know how that feels.

If you're wondering whether or not I'm attracted to male feet, I can't say that I am even though I'm straight. That's because so many guys don't care of their feet. I've seen some male feet that I like, but I rarely get aroused by them. On the other hand, I'm often aroused by women's feet even though I rarely get sexually attracted to them. After all, I do have a foot fetish, and many women take good care of their feet, which I appreciate.

When I think about how my foot fetish started, it probably took hold around the time that a couple of my brother's friends would wrestle me to the ground to tickle me. I was probably about eight or nine years old, and they were close to my age or a bit older like my brother who's two years older than me. The routine was the same; my brother would complain about something that I had done, like pestering him about something that I wanted, and his friends would gang up on me to tickle me into submission until I promised to stop pestering them.

The times that excited me the most were when they would take off my shoes and socks, or strip off my flip-flops, and hold me face down on my stomach to tickle the soles of my feet. Stretched out beneath the, one of them would hold my wrists together above my head, another one of them would sit on the back of my legs to help immobilize me, and another one of them would hold my ankles together.

Those last two guys would tickle the soles of my feet at the same time, and one of them would say, "We're not going to stop tickling you until you promise not to pester us any more."

I didn't realize it then, but having them tickle my feet the way that they were doing aroused me sexually. I know that now. It must have certainly aroused them sexually as well since all of us had likely started getting into puberty at that time. One of the reasons I believe that is because my brother would only stay in those tickle fights for a short period of time. A lot of times he'd just walk away, and stay out of it altogether. As as adult, I now realize that he was inherently uncomfortable about what was going on, which makes sense.

Because of how aroused I'd get, a lot of times I would refuse to surrender. Most of the time his friends would get bored, and leave me in a hot mess. One of his friends, though, was really into tickling my feet. So whenever he could, he'd come back on his own to tell me that I should have my feet tickled some more, and then he'd challenge me to see if I could withstand it.

"Go ahead," I'd sometimes tell him, "my feet aren't ticklish anyway. Try to make me laugh."

My feet aren't overly ticklish, at least not usually. I've always loved having my feet tickled, which he seemed to have figured out. One time he challenged me to be tied down and tickled, and I accepted his challenge. You have to remember that I was still very young, so I had no idea about what was going on with me sexually. He probably didn't, either, with himself, or with me. The only thing we both knew was that I liked having my feet tickled, and he liked tickling them.

So for about a year and a half until he and his family moved to another state, I would frequently go over to his house in the afternoon after school before his parents got home, and he would tie me up on his bed to tickle my feet. I was always fully clothed, and so was he. It wasn't at all unusual for me to get back home to find that I had a sticky mess of cum in my panties, although at the time I didn't really give it any thought. I guess I just figured it was part of what happens when a young woman is growing up. I never mentioned it to my brother's friend, and I certainly didn't say anything to my brother about it. He didn't even know about what his friend and I did together in the privacy of his friend's bedroom.

Except for occasional tickle fights that friends of my brother would engage me in, the next time that I ever had any attention paid to my feet was in college when a male friend of mine would worship my feet. I wasn't romantically involved with him, so we only went out as platonic friends, but he's somebody I'll always remember.

I was face down reading a book on a grassy hill next to the swimming pool on our collage campus when he formally introduced himself to me. I recognized him from a psychology class that we were in together, which had a couple hundred people in it.

"You have really nice looking feet," he told me. "When's the last time that you had a foot massage."

"Are you offering?" I asked with amusement.

"Only if you'll say yes," he answered. "Otherwise, forget that I said anything about it."

"Nobody's ever really given me a foot massage before," I told him. "I do get quick little ones when I'm getting pedicures, but that's not a real foot massage."

"No it isn't," he agreed. "I'd love to give you one if you'll accept my offer," he added.

"Are you any good?" I asked.

"I've been told that I give good foot massages," he answered, "and I studied reflexology."

I had heard about reflexology, but I didn't know where any of the pressure points were. When I asked him to elaborate, he told me that he could show me, and he pulled out a wallet sized plastic card with a basic diagram on on it.

"Okay," I replied while offering my left hand. "You can start with my hand."

He was good. He was really good!

"If you can make my feet feel as good as what you're doing with my hand," I told him, "then I'll take you up on your offer to give me a foot massage."

"Would it be okay to give you one here?" He asked.

"Probably," I told him, "but I think I might be a little too self-conscious to enjoy it here with people around to watch."

"I understand," he replied. "Not to seem forward," he added, "because it's just a foot massage, but my place is just a few blocks from here, and my car's parked over there," he said while pointing in the direction of a nearby parking structure. "I'd be happy to drive us over."

"Do you have roommates?" I asked.

"No," he told me. "I live in a condo by myself. It's a two bedroom."

"A two bedroom with no roommates?" I asked rhetorically. "That must be nice."

"It is," he told me, "but it's really just an investment. When I crunched the numbers, I figured that I would build equity while I'm in college, and then I can sell it at a profit after I graduate. In the end, it would be like I had paid no rent in college, and I'd come away with a decent amount of cash after I sell it. But I was really thinking that I'll either stay in it since I'm pursuing a career here, or I'll lease it out after getting another place."

"You must me doing well," I told him.

"Well enough," he replied. "but it's still a struggle."

He explained to me that he had gotten his father to co-sign a loan for him, and that it was actually better to buy than to lease because of tax advantages, etc. It sounded like a good business plan, which didn't surprise me since business was his major.

Because I had gotten comfortable with him during our talk, and because I kind of knew who he was from seeing him in class, I decided to let him drive me to his condo. I wasn't attracted to him physically, because he's not my type, but I was really looking forward to having him massage my feet. I also thought that he had a foot fetish, which brought back memories of my brother's friend, the one who liked to tie me up, and tickle my feet.

On the way over to his car, I suddenly blurted out, "Do you have a foot fetish? It's okay if you do. I was just wondering."

"I do have a foot fetish," he truthfully admitted, "so I hope that doesn't dissuade you from letting me give you a foot massage."

"I'm good with you having a foot fetish," I told him. "I just wanted to know."

"Now you know," he replied, "and thanks for not getting upset about it."

It only took a few short minutes to get to his condo.

"Would it be okay if I took a quick shower?" I asked. "I want my feet to be really clean before you give me a foot massage."

"It's more than okay," he answered. "That's actually very nice of you to do."

"I'm glad you appreciate it," I told him. "I'm kind of a clean freak."

"Me too," he laughed. "I'm glad that you are. You can use the master bathroom in my bedroom, which is the best one, or you can use the guest bathroom in the hallway. Both of them are upstairs where the bedrooms are. The bathroom downstairs is just a half bath."

He was definitely a stickler for cleanliness. I first took a peek into his guest bathroom to see that it was spotless, and then I walked into his master bedroom to take a look at that en suite bathroom. After choosing that bathroom, I popped my flip-flops off, and then I laid all of my clothes on his bed after quickly stripping them off. I felt a little naughty being completely naked in his master bedroom, which heightened the sexual tension even though I wasn't sexually attracted to him.

After I showered, I was still feeling naughty about being in his place completely naked, so instead of putting my clothes back on, I wrapped a towel around me, and I called for him from the top of the stairs.

"Ready for your foot massage?" He asked when he stepped into view downstairs. "You can stay up there if you want, and I can give your foot massage on the bed, or you can come downstairs, and I can give you one on the couch."

"If you give me one on the bed," I replied, "you should know that it's not an invitation to have sex."

"I know," he assured me, "no sex. Just a foot massage."

"Okay, I'm already comfortable up here," I told him. "Should I put my clothes back on?" I asked.

"You don't need to," he answered. "You can just keep the towel around you."

"I'm looking forward to this," I told him.

"I am too," he replied.

I loosened the towel around me, and then I draped it over my naked body after I laid face down on his bed. Other than my head, only my lower legs, and soles were showing.

When he walked into his bedroom, I asked, "Is face down okay, or should I turn over onto my back."

"Face down is perfect," he told me. "Now just close your eye, and relax. We can talk later."

I didn't respond. I simply closed my eyes, and let out a sigh.

Just as he did with my left hand earlier on, his foot massage was masterful. I knew from the moment that he touched my feet that he had given a lot of foot massages. This time, though, before he began to massage them, he applied some kind of lotion or oil onto my soles.

The foot massage that he gave me lasted a very long time, which I really appreciated. What came afterward was also very much enjoyed, and appreciated. Not surprisingly, because I knew he had a foot fetish, he began to worship my soles and toes with his lips, mouth, and tongue after he had thoroughly massaged my feet. Nobody had ever done that to me before. I was hooked!

He and I became good friends with benefits that lasted throughout most of my college years. His foot worshiping only ended when I fell in love with the man who became my husband. During my marriage, I missed having my feet worshiped, but I still had those great memories.

Then I met another soccer mom who has a foot fetish. Her son, and my son play against each other during soccer matches. When I first saw her at one of the matches, I recognized her from the nail salon that we both frequent. We had exchanged smiles, and quick greetings at the nail salon, but we had never really talked before.

During the match, she introduced me to yet another soccer mom who has a foot fetish. I also recognized her from the nail salon. I learned that the two of them are married, and that they co-parent the first soccer mom's biological son after she got divorced from her husband.

Mind you, not until the afternoon after talking to them at the soccer match did I know that they both have a foot fetish. Quite innocently, I thought at the time, they had invited me over to their house to get high, and to enjoy their hot tub. Little did I know at that time just how devious they had been about spontaneously planning what I now call a foot fetish abduction. They didn't know any details, because they were playing it by ear, but they figured that I was already primed, and ready to be happily abducted.

To my advantage, and theirs, they were correct!

When I got to their place the next day, I already knew ahead of time that we'd be enjoying their hot tub au naturel, so I didn't think twice about it. I also knew that we'd be enjoying some cannabis chocolates to happily intoxicate ourselves. I was really looking forward to the combination of those two things.

When it comes to getting high on edibles that are laced with pot, I start feeling the effects pretty quickly. For most people, that can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours. For me, it's not unusual to start feeling it after about 15 or 20 minutes. As for feeling the full effects, that can take up to 4 hours for some people, but with me, I can usually feel the full effects after about 45 minutes. The intoxicating effects for many people can last up to 12 hours, which for me is about the same. But I can usually drive without a problem after just a few hours even though the residual effects can last a couple of days.

I figured that I'd be okay to drive back home in the early evening at the latest, but if I needed more time, I knew that my husband would be fine if I was to call him about coming home later. He already knew where I was going, who I was seeing, and that we three soccer moms would be getting high together.

Their hot tub felt great. The temperature was low enough to stay in it a long time, but it was high enough to keep any chills away unlike a swimming pool even when it's heated. We talked about a lot of things, in the beginning about our respective marriages, but then it evolved into talking about having a foot fetish. I was quite the talker, partly because I felt like it, but in retrospect, a lot of it had to do with them prompting me to reveal my previous foot fetish experiences.

I told them everything. They looked intrigued. And then they took action, which turned out to be enormously gratifying.

At first, my seduction was gradual. It started out in the hot tub with the two of them massaging both of my feet, which lead to a lot of toe sucking on their part as they worshiped my feet together. The foot worshiping was incredible, which naturally weakened me for more.

"I think we should tie you down on our bed, and tickle your feet," I remember one of them saying.

The other one agreed, and I seem to remember that I agreed as well.

I don't really remember getting out of their hot tub, but suddenly it seemed, I was on their bed face down completely naked. My wrists were secured to opposite corners of the top of their bed, and my ankles were secured to opposite corners of the bottom of their bed. Both of them were sitting on the back of my calves, and grinding their slippery wet pussies on the heels of my feet while tickling the soles of my feet at the same time.

When I began to climax repeatedly with multiple orgasms, I realized then there was some kind of vibrating dildo that was expertly strapped onto my hips so that it was fully inside of my pussy, and pressed up against my G-spot. That same sex toy, or perhaps a 2nd one was vibrating my clitoris to its full effect. That combination along with what they were doing to get off on the heels of my feet while they tickled both of my soles at the same time was overwhelmingly intense, and incredibly satisfying.

What an experience!

I didn't get back home until almost midnight. My husband was fast asleep, and so were my kids who were tucked away in their beds. None of them were the wiser to what I had just enjoyed with my soccer mom friends with benefits. Oh my!

Playfully, and with happy consent on my part, they only agreed to release me from the restraints after I promised to soon come back over for another afternoon, and evening of foot fetish debauchery.