My Husband's Friend Got Off On My Soles While I Was Sleeping

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, March 21, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, March 26, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

I was having a really erotic dream about somebody licking my soles, and sucking my toes when I began to realize that I wasn't dreaming. As I stirred in my sleep, and slowly woke up to the wonderful sensation of having my feet played with, I knew that the only person who could be enjoying, and pleasuring my feet was my husband's friend Steve. But it felt so good that I simply laid here as if I was still sound asleep so that I could continue to enjoy what was happening to me without interruption.

As I laid there pretending to be asleep, I remembered the night before when we had too many drinks, and we told Steve that he could sleep it off in our guest room. He didn't need to go to work the next day, and neither did I, so both of us could sleep in as long as we liked. My husband had to go to work early in the morning, though, and I remembered waking up to see him leave after taking a shower. I was still really tired, so I fell back asleep.

The night before, when I was getting the guest room ready for Steve, I told him that I'd be sleeping in, and that he should feel free to make breakfast for himself, or whatever else he wanted. What I didn't know was that he'd want my feet. I'm not so sure that he would have known that, either. I figured that he must have walked by our bedroom, and couldn't resist playing with my feet when he saw them.

I had mixed feelings about him playing with my feet because I'm married, but I really enjoyed having my soles licked, and my toes sucked. Nobody had ever had their way with my feet like that before. It felt great!

For context, I've always had a thing for my own feet; not in a foot fetish way, I'm pretty sure, but in the kind of way that I always keep my feet in great condition with regular foot baths, and pedicures at the salon. I love it when the ladies there give me a foot massage, which is really only for a few short minutes while I'm there. So when Steve slipped into our bedroom to play with my feet, I really didn't want to interrupt him.

I'm reminded of a video that I saw in the Preview section of this site for March 23, 2024 that shows the soles of Cute_MommyFeet and her man Bruno getting off on them. What a rush that was!

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The reason that I was reminded of that video is because Steve jerked off onto my soles, and shot loads of cum all over them. His cum was really warm, and it felt incredible!

"What a great way to wake up!" I blurted out as if I was talking to my husband. "You can wake me up like that anytime."

Steve must have been in shock when I spoke out because he kind of just stammered, and finally exclaimed, "Oh, Shit! Your husband's going to kill me!"

In response, I turned my head in his direction, and said as if I was surprised to see him, "Oh my God! It's you!"

"You didn't know?" He asked.

I lied, and answered, "I thought that you were, well, you know."

"Your husband?" He asked.

"Yeah," I lied again, "but I'm not upset. I'm just surprised."

"I guess I couldn't help myself," he started to explain. "It's just that your feet are so perfect, and so tempting."

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "I like to take good care of them."

"It shows," he replied. "They're so soft, and beautiful, and well, really sexy! But shit! I really fucked things up!"

"It's fine," I assured him. "It's not like we had sex or anything."

"Well," he drawled, "I kind of did. I mean I did for real."

"Maybe I should have just kept quiet," I told him. "You know, like it never happened even though it did, and even though I liked how you played with my feet. You must have a foot fetish, right?"

"I do," he admitted. "But your husband doesn't know. I mean, hardly anybody knows that I have a foot fetish; just a few women over the years when I've played with their feet."

"I'll tell you what," I told him, "just between you and me of course, let's just say that I never woke up, and let's just say that you did what you did without me knowing."

"Like it never happened?" He asked.

"Like it never happened," I replied. "I just won't wake up next time if there is a next time."

"So I can play with your feet again?" He asked.

"I'm hardly going to say no to what feels so good, so yes," I answered, "you can play with my feet again."

"I'm glad I'm not in trouble," he told me.

"You're not," I assured him.

I told him that maybe the the thing to do is to work the whole foot fetish stuff into a conversation with my husband at some point, and play it by ear. Or maybe when the timing seems right, he could offer to give me a foot massage on the couch while the three of us are watching a game so that it's not that big of a deal for my husband.

At this stage, neither Steve or I have any idea what might come of it all. In the meantime, I suspect that he'll be staying the night again at some point, and I'll get to enjoy having him play with, and get off on my feet like he did before.