My Husband's Foot Fetish Mistress at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

Not long after I saw a picture of a young woman's soles on my husband's laptop, I found out that the woman in the picture is his mistress. I should point out that the picture that's in my story isn't the one that I saw, but I included one that's a favorite of mine that I found here on the Great Feet Foot Fetish website. Her soles are eerily similar looking to my husband's mistress.

The photo above is featured in this post of the Great Feet Foot Fetish Chat Forum.

If you're wondering whether or not I have a foot fetish, yes, I'm one of those women who have one. I've read that a lot more men than women had foot fetishes, but I'm not so sure about that. Over the years, I've met more women who have them than the men I've gotten to know, so from my perspective, that's a debatable topic.

"In this study we looked at how many people have a foot fetish. We found that 5% of people have a full-fledged foot fetish, while 15% have fantasized about feet sexually at some point."

"We also found that foot fetishes are most common amongst men. 19% of men have a foot fetish to some extent. Meanwhile, only 6% of women have a foot fetish to some extent."

My husband used to indulge himself by worshiping my feet on a regular basis, but that really only happened when we were dating before we got married. After he got me pregnant while we were still dating, we decided to get married. Our marriage was based on convenience rather than being in love, so after a while he stopped paying attention to me sexually.

Frankly, I didn't miss the sex because he was never really that good at it, although I did miss having him worship my feet.

For a while I made him my foot slave, but that didn't last too long because he didn't like being submissive to me. Other than that, we got along well, and we still get along well. We don't have an open marriage in the classic sense, but it is open in the sense that both of us are allowed to see other people for sex as long as we're discreet about it.

His father was the same way, and his parents stayed married until his father's death. When he and I decided to get married, his mother sat me down for "the talk" about the dynamic in her marriage. She pretty much told me what to expect with her son. She was relieved when she found out that I was already well aware of her son's predisposition to have a mistress because that had been the family's dynamic for generations.

"It just kind of runs in the family," she told me. "It happens a lot with wealthy families."

I never considered myself to be a gold digger because I'm not, and neither is my mother-in-law. She's had a long, and distinguished career as a psychologist of all things, which coincidentally is what I do.

The only reason that I was able to see that picture on my husband's laptop was because his screen saver hadn't engaged. I had walked into his home office to get some paper for our shared printer just after he had rushed past me on his way out the door.

"I'm running late for an appointment," he told me on his way out. "I'll catch you later!"

The picture that I saw was in an email that had been sent to my husband. I guess in his rush to leave, he had forgotten to close the window to his email account. Or maybe he had simply left it open since he knew that his screen saver would kick in to lock his laptop. More often than not, he keeps the lid to his laptop up, so that wouldn't have been unusual.

Out of pure curiosity to see if the email had any more pictures of that woman's feet, I figured out quite easily that she was my husband's newest mistress. Below the picture there was a history of email exchanges between them from the last one that he had sent to what seemed to be the very first email that he had sent to her.

I learned that he had met her on one of those sugar daddy sites, and that he had been going over to see her at a condo that he leases for her in Marina del Rey. He and I have a condo there as well, but he never uses it for his mistresses. The one that we own together is exclusive for our use whenever we want to spend time on our boat. The one that he leases for her is in a different complex.

As I dug deeper into those email exchanges, I was able to retrieve the exact address of where she lives, and I was able to get her cell phone number. I also saw that my husband was paying for her weekly pedicures and manicures at a different spa than I go to on a weekly basis. Under the circumstances, I thought that was a considerate thing to do.

What really intrigued me about their email exchanges was the foot fetish arrangement that he had with her. It was very kinky, and it was very naughty. I decided there, and then that I wanted to do to her what he had been doing. After all, I've known for a long time that I prefer women over men when it comes to having sex. I'm not a straight out lesbian. I'm simply bi-sexual.

The thought of getting sexual with one of his mistresses had never occurred to me. In fact, I had harbored zero interest. In the beginning of our marriage he had wanted me to swing with him, and other women, but I mostly declined. I say mostly because I did engage in a few threesomes with him early on in our marriage, but I always found his participation in our threesomes to be boring, and uninspired.

For the most part, the women we played with felt the same way that I did. They told me that they would have been happier playing only with me just as I would have been happier playing only with them. I've talked to other women in that kind of threesome arrangement, and found that boredom with men wasn't that unusual.

My husband's newest mistress has feet that are so perfect that the idea of having my way with them became a bit of an obsession. I saw that her tanned, and toned body was amazing as well. Given the arrangement that she has with my husband, I hoped that she'd happily choose to enjoy the same kind of arrangement with me.

I decided to test the waters by having a chat with her just after she'd gone to the spa for her weekly manicure, and pedicure. From the email exchanges that I had read between her, and my husband, I knew that she would probably recognize me because he had shown her pictures. I felt emboldened about talking to her because she had told him that I was very attractive.

At one point she had teased him in an email by telling him, "Maybe I should be her mistress."

He had replied, "I would love to involve you in a threesome with her, but she's not into me any more. Maybe she's not into guys any more. I really don't know. We just don't talk about it."

"Then work on it," she had replied. "I could get into that with you. Or maybe you could just watch."

I didn't know if she meant what she had told him, or if she was just doing what she felt she needed to do in order to keep him happy. I also didn't really know until reading that email exchange that my husband was uncertain about my sexuality.

On the day that I decided to approach her, I was pretty nervous about it at first. But as I sat in my car a little longer, my resolve became stronger, and I was getting excited about what I believed could be a wonderful opportunity to enjoy a new experience.

I had parked next to her car, which I knew that my husband had given her. Something about knowing that gave me peace of mind; not to use against her, but to better understand her. I didn't see it as a bad thing. I saw it as a good thing that could be part of knowing how to approach the situation that I had in mind.

As soon as I saw her walk out of the nail salon, I got out of my car, and I stood in between her car, and mine. I wanted her to see me standing there so that she might feel like my presence was an opportunity to get to know me instead of an ambush on my part. When she got closer, I waved, and I gave her a warm smile.

"Hi," I greeted her when she was close enough to hear me. "I'm so glad that I'm finally getting a chance to meet you. You know who I am, right?"

When she mentioned my name, I affirmed that she was correct, and I said, "I guess you're wondering why I'm here."

"Kind of," she replied. "I hope that I'm not in trouble. I mean, according to your husband, you know about me, right?"

"I do," I answered, "but it's not because he gave me any details. That's sort of how it works with us."

"I do," I answered, "but it's nothing that's bad, at least not that I can see."

"Curious is good," I laughed. "Unless you have plans, I'd love to treat you to lunch while we talk. Would that be okay?"

The place that she chose was one that I'd been to many times with my husband, and I knew that she had been there many times with him as well. But it's a place that's kind of known as neutral territory in the world of older married men having affairs with younger women. Restaurateurs see it all the time, and so do their staff. Restaurants in general are known to be neutral territory. Nail salons can be too, although that's less common. Massage parlors are usually considered neutral as well.

After sharing with her that I had become much more bi over the years, and that I also happened to have a foot fetish that I wanted to enjoy with women, I basically told her that I wanted to with her what my husband did with her.

She readily shared with me that she had been in threesomes before at the request of previous sugar daddies, and like me, she often felt bored with men.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, and maybe I shouldn't," she told me, "but I'm not really into your husband, either. I mean, I think he's fun to be with, and I appreciate all that he does for me financially, which I should be thanking you as well, so thank you, but he's never made me climax. I just fake it. I've always faked it with him."

Before I could reply, she quickly added, "You must think that I'm such a whore!"

"Actually, I don't," I told her. "I really don't. I understand that world. I can easily see myself doing the same thing. Even though I was financially independent with my own money before I got married, I still decided to get married to a wealthy man because it meant that I could live even better. My pregnancy is what prompted us to get married earlier than I had wanted, but I would have married him later at some point for the added security. I didn't have to be in love with him to get married. I just had to love him, which I did."

"That makes me feel better," she replied. "I think the same way, although in my case I didn't start out being financially independent. I'm not there yet, but without having to pay rent, or living expenses, I should be able to get to there sooner than later."

"It's good that you're working on that," I told her. "That's what I'd be doing, too."

We continued to talk about a lot of things, but we soon found ourselves out of time. Both of us needed to run some errands that we had missed doing during our long lunch, so we parted ways with happy smiles on our faces. We left with a plan for me to go over to her place two days later at around lunch time.

More or less, the plan was for her to do what she usually did to prepare herself for my husband's arrival, but instead, she'd prepare herself for me. She was excited about having me come over instead of him, and so was I.

Two days later, I figured that she'd do what she usually did when my husband was expected. She'd take a nice, long bath, and probably lay face down on her bed completely naked underneath a bed sheet, and a duvet cover. On the other hand, whether she was lying on her side, flat on her stomach, or lying face up however she preferred it, I had told her that it wouldn't matter. I would play it by ear depending on what she wanted to have me do, and that I'd react accordingly.

"That's refreshing," she had replied. "Your husband almost always wants me face down because he's a sole man, but sometimes I'm in more of a mood to be face up, or on my side. He's not very accommodating in that regard."

"Actually," I told her, "you're accommodating me, so I'm happy to adapt to whatever you want me to do."

"Thanks," she replied. "I can already tell that we're going to have a good time."

I knew from her, and from reading through the emails that I had taken pictures of for future reference, that one of my husband's recurring fantasies was to play with the feet of a woman while she's fast asleep. In her case, though, because she's actually a very light sleeper, she'd have to pretend that she was fast asleep when he came over to play with her. She'd go along with it, though, because she likes having her soles and toes worshiped.

When I got to her place, I entered the driveway gate code that she had given me so that I could park inside of her condo complex. As I had been instructed to do, I parked next to her car in a 2nd designated parking space that's assigned to her condo.

Unlike my husband who has a key to her door, she didn't have a spare key to give me when we had lunch, so she told me that she'd leave her door unlocked so that I could let myself inside. Sure enough, the door to her condo was unlocked.

After letting myself inside, I locked her door, and I made my way upstairs to her master bedroom. Because I had expected her to be underneath the covers pretending to be asleep, I was surprised to find her restrained spread eagle completely naked just like the following two pictures that I found on this Great Feet site.

As soon as I walked into her bedroom, I said, "I sure didn't expect to find you like this. What a great surprise. Who tied you up, and where did they go?"

"My girlfriend tied me up after I told her that you were coming over instead of your husband," she explained. "She lives in the condo across from me."

"She's a really good friend of mine, so I pretty much tell her everything," she answered. "She looks out for me, and I look out for her."

"So I'm guessing that she must have been looking from her place to see that I made it, right?" I asked. "And I'm guessing that if I hadn't shown up, she would have come over to untie you, right?"

"That was the idea," she answered. "It's no refection on you," she assured me. "She just wanted to make sure that I'd be okay. You know, that I wouldn't be stuck like this, and unable to free myself."

"She's a good friend to have," I told her, "and a pretty naughty one, too."

"She's a great friend, and the naughty stuff is part of what she's good at doing." She explained.

"Good at doing?" I queried. "Does that mean she's like a dominatrix or something?"

"Exactly," she answered. "She's a dominatrix, and a very successful one at that."

"Have the two of you ever done anything with my husband?" I asked. "It's okay if you have. I'm just curious."

"No, not at all," she laughed. "He's far too straight for anything like that. She thinks he's boring, and he thinks she's way too out there."

"I sure know about the boring part," I laughed in return. "Well, except for the foot fetish stuff," I added.

"And you have such perfect feet," I told her while kneeling down to grab her left foot with my hands. "I'm going to have fun with you."

She moaned with approval, and closed her eyes when I took her big toe into my mouth, and I began to suck it. The alluring fragrance of peppermint wafted up into my nose, which made me want to suck her big toe with more suction. I worked my way down to each and every one of her perfectly pedicured toes, and then back again to her big toe. I couldn't get enough, so I switched over to the toes of right foot, and did the same.

My mouth suctioned her toes like a vacuum cleaner until at one point she said in a gaspy whisper, "You're really good at this. I don't think that I've ever had anybody suck my toes as good as you know how to do."

"Thank you," I replied. "With your perfectly pedicured, and peppermint scented toes, I can't help myself!"

"Hmmm," I moaned as I made my way up her naked, and bound body with my mouth, and my tongue. "I love how minty you are."

I didn't miss an inch. That minty taste of peppermint was all over her. She must have bathed in it for a long time, which is something that I really appreciated.

When I started giving her head, and teased her clit with my tongue, I noticed how wonderful her pussy smelled, and how terrific it tasted even beyond the taste of the peppermint. She moaned with approval, but I wanted to give her much more pleasure. I wanted to get her off in a big way, and I wanted to get her off multiple times.

"Fully charged," she answered, "and the big one plugs into the wall with the extension cord."

When I saw a blindfold in the drawer, I pulled it out, and I placed it around her eyes. Then I secured it in place.

"That's just the half of it," I teased. "Now that you're blindfolded, I can bring my friends in to help me play with you, and get you off, and you won't know who they are. You might bump into them at the grocery store, or at the nail salon, and you'll have no idea that they played with your naked, and bound body."

"Since I'm tied and helpless," she said with excitement, "I guess I can't do anything about it."

Then in a solemn tone of voice she meekly asked, "You didn't really bring anybody, did you?"

"Honestly, no," I admitted, "and I hate to say that because you seemed to be getting excited about it, but no, I had no idea that I'd find you like this."

"If it matters," she said, "I had no idea that you'd find me like this, either."

"Well," I drawled, "I'm really glad that I did find you tied and helpless. You'll have to thank your girlfriend for me."

"I'm glad that she tied me up for you, too" she confessed, "and I will thank her for it."

One advantage with women using sex toys on other women is that we know what works to get ourselves off, so we also know what works to get other women off. Sure, every woman has a different way to get themselves off. There's that. But they're also the usual ways such as massaging, and stimulating a woman's G-spot while stimulating, and applying pressure on her clit, which will engorge itself with the right kind of pressure, and stimulation.

Sex toys are also a great help when or if everything else fails. But even when everything goes well, sex toys are still a great addition.

Making a woman squirt uncontrollably is one of my passions, and I've gotten very good at it. Even with women who've never squirted before, my success rate at making them squirt is pretty high.

My husband's mistress had never squirted before until I made her squirt that very first day when I went over to her condo. I was confident enough about my chances of making her squirt that I made sure to put a couple of thick towels underneath her torso to absorb all of the juices that ended up uncontrollably squirting from her sopping pussy.

She had known about squirting before, but it was still a surprise to her when it happened.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed when she first started to squirt. "Are you making me squirt?"

"And how!" I proudly assured her. "That's exactly what you're doing, and it's wonderful!"

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed again when her squirting wouldn't stop. "This is really intense. I don't know if I can take it any more. Oh my God! Please stop! Please stop!"

I did stop, although I gave her a few moments more of intense pleasure before I stopped for good. After she calmed down enough for me to try it again, it took hardly any time at all for me to make her squirt uncontrollably again. That's because, by then, the nerves in, and around her pussy and clit were extra sensitive, so her naked, and bound body was already very vulnerable to pleasuring.

As you might imagine, we've become fast friends with benefits, and she happily submits to me on a regular basis.

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