A Foot Fetish Friend of My Wife's Caught Her Masturbating

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, May 9, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Monday, May 13, 2024.

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"Did you know that Stuart has a foot fetish?" She asked me about her friend after I got back home.

"I had no idea," I answered. "How'd you find that out?"

"You're not going to believe it when I tell you," she laughed. "And you were right about him. He's super attracted to me."

"Of course he is," I smiled. "I told you. So how'd you figure that he has a foot fetish, and that he's into you?"

"First things first, but you have to promise that you won't get pissed when I tell you," she told me.

"I won't get pissed," I assured her.

"Promise?" She asked.

"I promise," I answered.

She went on to tell me that she was masturbating with a new sex toy that had just arrived when she felt what she thought was me playing with her feet.

"I just figured that you were the one playing with my feet," she explained. "I had no idea that Stuart was playing with me. I didn't even know that he has a foot fetish let alone that he was in the house."

"Oh," I kind of laughed, "I let him in when I was on my way to run a bunch of errands. He drove up just as I was about to leave, so I let him inside. I thought that you might be expecting him."

"I had no idea that he was coming over, and I didn't know that you left," she told me. "Anyway, when Stuart started playing with my feet, I thought that you were the one playing with me."

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"So when did you realize that Stuart was playing with your feet?" I asked her while she showed me the pics.

"I didn't realize it for a long time because I kept my eyes closed," she explained. "I didn't want to interrupt you. Uh, I mean him. He was sucking my toes, licking my soles, massaging my feet, and totally worshiping them. It had been a long time since you had done any of that to me, so I didn't want it to stop."

"So he didn't say anything to you?" I asked.

"Not a word, and I didn't say anything to him, either," she told me.

"You're making me hard," I smiled.

"Then you know how I was feeling," she replied. "It just felt so good; what he was doing to me, and I didn't want it to stop."

"So did he do anything else?" I asked.

"Do you mean like have sex with me?" She answered my question with a question.

"Yeah," I answered. "Did he get sexual with you?"

"The foot worshiping was already sexual," she told me, "By then I had gotten myself off a couple of times, so I got worked up, and I wanted to be played with, and fucked."

"So did he?" I asked.

"Did he fuck me?" She again answered my question with a question.

"Not at first," she answered. "It was much more sensual than that."

"So then he did fuck you," I pushed.

"At first he just fingered my pussy and clit," she told me. "But then he straddled the back of my legs to tease me with his cock."

"While you were still face down?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "I was still on my stomach when he started to put his cock inside my pussy."

"And it felt good, didn't it?" I asked rhetorically.

"It felt great!" She exclaimed.

"Did you know that Stuart was fucking you instead of me?" I asked.

"Not right away," she answered. "You have to understand that it felt really good, and I thought that you were the one fucking me. But then I opened my eyes a little bit, and I saw Stuart on top of me in the mirror."

"What happened then?" I asked.

"I didn't know what to do," she answered, "so I didn't do anything. I mean, I actually thought of you when I saw Stuart because I know how turned on you'd be if you watched him fuck me. Isn't that right? You'd be really turned on."

"Of course I'd be turned on," I told her. "You know that I would."

"I do know that," she affirmed, "so in a way I was kind of letting him fuck me to please you. I really thought that you'd walk in on us at any moment, or that you were already watching from the doorway. I even thought that maybe you had arranged for Stuart to come over. Did you? Is that what you arranged?"

"I didn't arrange it," I answered. "I didn't even know about what happened until you told me."

"Are you glad that I told you?" She asked.

"Of course I am," I answered.

"I thought you'd get off on it," she replied with a knowing smile.

"So is this something that you want Stuart to do to you again?" I asked.

"Is that what you want?" she once gain answered my question with a question.

"I'm good with it as long as you are," I answered. "What's Stuart's take on it?"

"Of course he'd like to play with me again," she told me, "but I kind of gave him a hard time about it. I mean, I scolded him about taking advantage of me like he did, and doing what he shouldn't have done. He apologized to me about not being able to control himself, and for putting me in a compromising position. That's when I told him that to make up for his transgression, he would have to be my foot slave, and worship my feet whenever I wanted it."

"Yeah, like that's going to be punishment for him." I laughed.

"I know," she agreed, "but it was still fun to make him my foot slave."

"I can see that, which is great!" I told her. "Next time, though, can you let me know when you do that with him so that I can watch?"

"Maybe I will, or maybe I won't," she teased with a laugh.