Exhibitionist Neighbor's Sugar Daddy Foot Worshiper

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, December 11, 2023.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, December 13, 2023.

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When I saw my husband wearing nothing but a t-shirt while he was masturbating with one hand, and holding his binoculars with his other hand, I thought that he must be looking at some woman across the way from us who excited him enough to masturbate.

I was more curious than mad, though, so I quietly backed out of our bedroom where he was without him knowing that I had caught him in the act, and I quickly grabbed my own binoculars before going into our living room to take a look myself. Both our bedroom, and our living room have windows that look out at the high rise buildings across from our high rise building. There are a bunch of high rise buildings in our condo complex.

It didn't take me long at all to figure out which bedroom he was looking into because only a few of the bedrooms had their blinds open. I could see fully or partially clothed people in some of the bedrooms. Most of the bedrooms appeared to be empty. One of the bedrooms, though, had a couple who was fully naked on a bed. That had to be the bedroom he was looking into with his binoculars. I was sure of it!

What I saw thrilled, and surprised me. No wonder my husband was beating off to it.

Even though the bedroom was only dimly lit with a bunch of candles, there was enough light for me to see with my binoculars what was going on. It was as if I was in the room itself. It felt like I was close enough to reach out to touch them. For a moment, I envisioned lying down next to them on their bed for a very naughty threesome, which made me wet with arousal. I felt a sudden desire to get myself off, and my mind raced with the thought of how thrilling it would be to do to this naked man what I saw this naked woman doing to him.

The naked man was blindfolded, and lying on the back. I could see that his wrists had what seemed to be leather restraints around them, and they were secured to opposite corners of the bed with what seemed to be black fabric straps. His legs were tied together above and below his knees, and his ankles were also tied together with what seemed to be thick cotton rope that was white. There was another piece of rope that I could tell secured his ankles to the bottom of the bed.

As soon as I saw her red polished toes, especially when she turned her head to confirm it, I realized that the naked women we were looking at from separate rooms was a new neighbor of ours. I knew her. Her name is Nadine. She had recently purchased her condo, and I took a liking to her from the very first time that we had talked.

Even though I was worried that my husband might suddenly walk into the living room to catch me watching her just as I had caught him, I decided to keep watching a little while longer to see what might happen next. All the while, though, I kept looking for him in my peripheral vision so that I could quickly slip my small foldable binoculars into my hand bag in case he appeared. He had the same kind of binoculars, which we had purchased a long time ago.

The next thing I saw was Nadine jerking the guy off with one of those blow job stroker sex toys while she continued to let him suck her toes. In no time at all, he shot loads of cum into the air all over his belly, and his chest. It was quite a sight to see, and I felt that was my cue to quietly take off before my husband discovered that I had come home early. After all, he wasn't expecting me to get back home for a quite a while because I was supposed to be working late.

When I got back home at the time my husband expected me to, I acted as if I hadn't already been home, and I didn't say a word about what I caught him doing. Of course, he didn't say anything to me, either. As far as he knew, I was none the wiser.

When I saw Nadine down at the pool on Sunday where we had talked before quite a few times, we started up another conversation about nothing in particular until I got up the nerve to probe the subject of what I had seen.

"There's something that I want to talk to you about," I nervously told her, "but it involves something that could be a little sensitive."

"Well," she smiled, "you've got me curious now, so spill it."

"My husband did something a couple of days ago that really pissed me off," I told her, "and I kind of feel that you deserve to know, but I'm afraid that it'll piss you off, too."

"Why are you afraid that it'll piss me off?" She asked. "I can't for the life of me think of what it could be, but you might as well tell me so that we can at least talk it out. You know, get past the point of being pissed off."

"I'm already past that point," I laughed, "but that's the thing, the being pissed off part lead to the being really curious about something part."

"Curious about what?" She asked.

"Okay," I told her, "I'm just going to say it straight out. I got pissed off at my husband after I came home earlier than I had planned, and I caught him looking into your bedroom with his binoculars."

"Looking into my bedroom?" She asked.

She didn't seem pissed. She seemed intrigued. She also appeared to be excited by my revelation.

"That's right," I answered. "He was jerking himself off while watching you jerk that tied naked man off while you had your toes in his mouth."

"Oh that!" She exclaimed. "He saw me do that? And he was jerking off to it? What did you do when you saw him jerking off?"

"I wanted to know who he was jerking off to," I answered, "so I took a look to see for myself, and I saw that he was watching you."

"What did he say to you after you saw what was going on?" She asked.

"He didn't say anything to me," I told her, "because he didn't know that I saw him watching you."

"I'm confused," she replied. "Didn't you look into my bedroom together?"

"Not together," I explained. "He didn't know that I had come home early, so I quietly backed out of the bedroom where I caught him watching you, and I got my binoculars to take a look from my living room. That's when I saw you."

"I see," she replied to me in a drawn out voice. "Then what did you think?"

"I wondered who the guy was," I answered, "and I knew why my husband had been beating off to what you were doing to that guy."

"You mean jerking him off?" She asked.

"No," I answered. "Not that so much, even though he must have loved that, too. I knew he was getting off on what he was seeing because you had your toes in that guy's mouth."

"You mean to tell me that your husband has a foot fetish?" She asked.

"Big time!" I answered. "He has a major foot fetish."

"You never told me that," she giggled.

"And you never told me that you like to tie naked guys down on your bed," I told her.

"Oh, that," she laughed. "He's one of my sugar daddies. He likes to be tied down, and jerked off while he worships my feet."

"How many sugar daddies do you have?" I asked.

"I have a few who I see a couple of times a month," she answered, "but he's the one I see the most."

"So this isn't the first time he's been over?" I asked.

"He's been here every Thursday since I bought the place," she answered.

"That's so amazing to me," I told her in awe, "and I guess it's all legal, too, right?"

"Having a sugar daddy is perfectly legal," she explained, "as long as it's a real sugar daddy relationship, and not just payments for sex. There is a difference."

"I guess that makes sense," I replied.

"It really does," she told me. "I mean, sure, he gives me a very generous monthly allowance, but our relationship is a lot more than just that. It really is."

"You know," I said to change the subject, "I have a feeling that my husband has jerked off to you more than once. I think that it was a stroke of luck that I caught him in the act this time. Up until this last week, I've been in an editing room with my boss Mondays through Fridays for a few hours in the evening, but it was a temporary assignment that ended a couple of days ago. Now I'm back to working weekdays again. I just hadn't marked the end of it in our shared calendar."

"So your husband didn't think you'd be home until later?" She asked.

"That's right," I told her. "He had no idea that I'd get back home early."

"And you think that he's probably watched me more than that one time last Thursday?" She asked.

"I'm quite sure if it," I answered.

"Then how about you and me giving him something to watch that will really get his rocks off," she said with glee.

"That sounds devious," I laughed. "What do you have in mind?"

"That depends," she replied. "Does he have any foot fetish fantasies about watching somebody else play with your feet?"

"That's one of his biggest fantasies," I answered her. "How did you know?"

"I didn't," she assured me, "but that's a very common fantasy that married men with foot fetishes have about their wives."

"Interesting," I drawled.

"How would you like to fulfill it, and get back at him at the same time for not telling you about spying on me?" She asked.

"Would it involve your Sugar Daddy?" I asked.

"It could," she answered with a smile. "Your feet are fantastic, so I know that he'd love to worship them."

"How would that work?" I asked her. "Would I do to him what you did to him while he's tied down on the bed completely naked?"

"You could," she answered, "but I actually have something else in mind that I'm betting your husband would love to watch."

"Such as?" I asked.

"Such as having having my sugar daddy worship your feet while you're the one who's tied down on the bed."

"Oh, that's something that my husband would definitely love," I told her.

"I thought that he might," she said with a knowing smile, "but how would you like it?"

"Funny that you mentioned it," I giggled. "My husband has always wanted to surprise me with another man while I'm tied down on our bed."

"Has he ever done that before?" She asked.

"Tie me down on the bed?" I asked.

"No, silly," she laughed. "I figured that he does that. I wanted to know if he's ever surprised you with another man before?"

"Not yet," I told her, "but that's only because I told him that I didn't want to be surprised."

"Because you wouldn't like it?" She asked.

"I'm pretty sure that I'd like it just fine," I answered her. "I'd probably love it. I'm just not so sure that I'd like to be surprised by some guy I don't know."

"Then what I'm proposing would work out great because you already know me," she told me, "and I can assure you that my sugar daddy will make you feel great since he's really terrific at worshiping women's feet."

"I'm tempted," I told her, "especially since I really do feel like getting back at my husband for beating off to you behind my back."

"Then let's get him back together, and have fun at the same time," she playfully suggested.

"What would be kind of funny," I laughed, "would be for him not to watch on the night that we do this."

"So what?" She teased. "We can still have our fun, and not have him eat his cake at the same time."

"I'll bet that if he did watch, he wouldn't tell me," I giggled.

"Then you don't have to tell him what you do, either," she laughed.

"That could get weird," I told her.

"Yes and no," she quipped. "On one hand, things could get weird, but on the other hand things could get exceptionally arousing!"

We couldn't know for sure whether or not my husband would watch, but with a lot of enthusiasm we decided that I would go over to her place the next night on Monday on the premise that I was working in the editing room with my boss. Nadine would arrange to have her sugar daddy assist us in our fun foot fetish adventure together no matter what my husband ending up doing.

I wasn't 100% sure that I should be so adventurous with Nadine, but what pushed me over the edge to go over to her place was my desire to get back at my husband for having been so naughty without me, or at least without telling me about it. I would have understood, and we could have gotten off together another time while watching through our binoculars.

When I met Nadine's sugar daddy, and foot worshiper extraordinaire, I liked him right off the bat. He's very charming, and I was flattered by his adoration for my feet. I take the time, and make the effort to keep my feet in top condition with regular pedicures, and foot baths. I always get a kick out of men who seem to like my feet. I even feel that way about women who pay attention to my feet even though I'm straight. When Nadine told me how beautiful my feet are, I was flush with gratitude. I would even show them off to her whenever she complimented me about them.

I didn't know what to expect at Nadine's, but I do remember her telling me that whatever we did, the focus should be on my pleasure versus worrying about doing things to please my husband.

Nadine told me that my husband had probably watched her sugar daddy kneel at the foot of her bed to worship her feet while both of them were completely naked, so that's what I thought he would do with me. Instead, I suppose to add to the sexual tension, I was blindfolded, and sensuously stripped completely naked by both of them before being laid down on my back on the bed.

My breathing got a little heavier with excited anticipation when I felt my wrists and ankles being restrained to the four corners of the bed. This wasn't unexpected, but it was still a rush to be restrained spread eagle completely naked by them instead of my husband. I wondered if he was watching, and if he was, I wondered what he might be thinking.

Suddenly, though, I was happily distracted when I felt both of my feet being pleasured at the same time by four hands, two tongues, and two warm mouths. I had never experienced that kind of pleasure before, which was wonderfully overwhelming!

Obviously, both Nadine and her sugar daddy were pleasuring my soles, and my toes at the same time, which felt incredible, but I didn't know which one of them was at my left foot, or my right foot. All I knew for sure was that both of them really knew what they were doing. It made me wonder if Nadine has a foot fetish. I later learned that she does.

Suddenly, I was once again distracted, but this time by the sound of what seemed to be a text alert on my iPhone. Or maybe it was one of their phones. I didn't have to wonder for long.

Sure enough, Nadine said to me, "Your husband just sent you a text."

That's when I knew Nadine's sugar daddy was sucking the toes of my left foot, which meant that Nadine had been sucking the toes of my right foot. Unless they switched, I would know who was doing what to each one of my feet.

"What does it say?" I asked her.

She read his text. "It says, 'Are you coming back home the usual time?' "

"I guess he's not watching after all," I told her.

"Oh, I'm sure that he is," she replied, "so I think that it's time to have a little fun with him."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Trust me," she answered. "Listen to this," she continued as she read to me what she was texting back to my husband. "I'm a little tied up right now, so I might be later than usual tonight."

"You're so bad!" I laughed.

Nadine's sugar daddy was still worshiping my left foot, which felt amazing of course. He could care less about what was going on with my husband, which I found to be quite flattering.

"Ah, ha!" Nadine guffawed. "I was right! His text proves it! He texted, ' Oh how I wish that he had you tied up. That would be hot!' "

Under normal circumstances, my husband would be referring to my boss, but this wasn't a normal circumstance. I was tied up for real, and more likely than not, Nadine was correct in believing that my husband was watching.

"I think he's referring to my boss," I told Nadine even though I was thinking that she might be correct.

"Then let's see how he reacts to this text," Nadine replied with a laugh. Reading it to me while she typed, she said, " 'What if somebody else had me tied up?' "

"Nadine! You're going to get me into trouble!" I protested, which was hard to focus on since Nadine's sugar daddy was still sucking the toes of my left foot, and I was still feeling very happy about it.

"You're not going to get into trouble," she assured me. "I have everything under control."

Before I could respond, Nadine added, "There! I told you! He's already texted back, and it's a doozy!"

This time she slipped off my blindfold so that I could read the text myself. It read, "I would love it! Would you let me watch them play with you?"

"Okay Nadine, I take it back." I told her. "It does seem like he's watching."

"Of course he is," she replied. "Let's see how he reacts to this next text."

Showing it to me while she typed, it read, "What if two people had me tied up?"

"This might get interesting," I told her with a giggle.

I wasn't giggling just because of what was going on between Nadine and my husband. I was giggling because Nadine's sugar daddy had stretched his arms out so that he could tickle the soles of both of my feet at the same time. I'm not normally all that ticklish, but for some reason that was obviously beyond my control, the soles of my feet were especially ticklish at that moment.

As soon as Nadine joined in on the tickling fun to tickle my underarms, and my upper body, I laughed out loud, and I protested. I quickly found out that my whole body was extra ticklish! Maybe it was because I was tied down.

"Oh my God!" I said rather loudly. "That really tickles! I don't know if I can take it!"

"We can see that," Nadine's sugar daddy chimed in to say with a satisfied smile on his face. "I love women who are ticklish!"

Thankfully, another text came in from my husband to distract Nadine, and her sugar daddy stopped tickling me. He began to suck the toes of my right foot this time. Instead of texting him back, though, Nadine tapped the call icon, and placed it on speakerphone so that I could hear my husband answer.

Trying to be clever, I guess, he said to me, "Hey, I thought that you couldn't make calls while you were editing. What's up?"

"You mean what's up after those texts?" I laughed incredulously. "You know what's up, and you know that we know that you're watching us from home."

"Uh, oh," he laughed. "You got me dead to rights, and I'm loving every moment of it. I can't wait to see what they're going to do to you next!"

"We'd invite you to come over," Nadine chimed in, "but we really like having your sexy wife's bound and naked body all to ourselves. We'll keep the blinds open, and the phone call active as long as you keep quiet so that we can have our way with her without any distractions. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," he replied.

"Hey, what about me?" I laughed. "What am I? Chopped liver or something?"

"I can't do anything about it from here," my husband replied.

"Well," I laughed again, "neither can I."

"That's right," Nadine chimed in to say. "You're tied and helpless to stop us from doing all kinds of naughty things to get you off. We're going to make you squirt multiple times, and we're only going to release you after you agree to come back for more."

Nothing more was said by anybody after her pronouncement. I just closed my eyes, and enjoyed every single moment of my sexual ravishment for the next hour or so. When I could cum no more, and both Nadine and her sugar daddy finished getting off on my naked, and bound body, I could barely stand up to walk back home.

But stand up I did, and on my way back home while Nadine escorted me to my door, I knew that I'd go back for more. She knew it, too.

"See you later," she said with a smile.

"See you later," I replied. "I really enjoyed myself."

"So did I," Nadine told me. "And as you could see for yourself, my sugar daddy obviously enjoyed himself as well."

As soon as I laid down on our bed to fall fast asleep, the last thing that I remembered was my husband sucking my toes.