My Foot Fetish Lover Cuckolded My Husband

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, July 27, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, July 30, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

I didn't know who Brad was when he made a Facebook friend request, but we have about a dozen mutual friends, so I accepted it after I took a look at his profile. Our politics are the same as mine, which I like, and he's good looking, too. He's ten years older than me, his status is single, and if he took a look at my profile, which I'm sure he did, he'd know that I'm married.

When people make friend requests on Facebook, they almost never send a private message before, or after their request. Brad was different. He sent me a PM after I accepted his request to thank me for accepting it. What's more, unlike so many men who seem to think that I'll respond in kind to coming on to me, Brad didn't come on to me at all.

After about a month had passed, Brad posted a comment to one of my posts about "talking heads", and I sent him the following animated GIF in a private message.

"Talking heads? How about talking toes?" I included with a laughing emoji.

Note: The animated GIF below is already at its largest size.

"Talking toes! I love it!" He replied. "What are your toes saying?"

Feeling kind of goofy, I answered, "They're saying, stop tickling my feet. I can't take it any more!"

"Do you have ticklish feet?" He asked.

Intrigued by his question, I answered his question with one of my own. "Why you do ask? Do you have a fetish for tickling?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," he answered. "Has anybody ever tickled your feet before?"

"I've had a lot of foot massages before, but not a lot of ticking," I answered.

"So are your feet ticklish?" He asked.

"A little bit, but not so much to make me laugh out loud," I answered.

"I'll bet I could get you to laugh out loud," he told me.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked.

"It would be if you weren't married," he answered.

"Did my husband put you up to this?" I asked.

"No," he answered. "I haven't had any contact with him at all. Why do you ask?"

"Because he used to bring people over to play with my feet," I told him.

"Wow! I should be so lucky!" He exclaimed. "I'd love to come over to play with your feet."

"Do you have a foot fetish?" I asked.

"I do," he answered.

"So does my husband, but he hasn't touched my feet in a long time," I told him.

That lead to a much more detailed private chat with Brad, which included his suggestion to cuckold my husband. Cuckolding my husband would be, as Brad explained it, a way to teach him what he was missing while at the same time giving me the kind of pleasure that I had been craving. Included in my private chats with Brad were pics of my bare feet, which he told me were amazing. He told me that he couldn't wait to worship them, which I looked forward to enjoying.

When our schedules aligned, I told my husband on his way out the door to run errands that I'd have a surprise waiting for him when he got back home. He more or less knew what that meant, which is why he left with such a big smile. Little did he know what his surprise would be, though, so I really looked forward to having Brad turn him into a real cuckold. I say real because my husband had role played being a cuckold before, but he was in control of how he cuckolded himself. This time, Brad would be in control, not just of my husband, but of me as well, which I looked forward to getting off on.

As soon as my husband drove away from our house, Brad knocked on our front door. As planned, he had been waiting for my husband to leave. Even though Brad and I knew what each other looked like, this was the first time that we met in person. He wanted to move along with things as quickly as we could in the event that my husband came back home sooner than he was expected.

I had already taken a nice long bath, and a shower to prepare myself for our naughty fun. Because Brad wanted to enjoy the experience of walking into the bedroom to find me already blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked, I had him wait in the living room until I was ready. As I explained to him in our private chats online, I had gotten pretty good at putting myself into self bondage, complete with a blindfold on. That's what he wanted to see, and I was excited to do it for him.

When I was ready, I called out to have him come into the bedroom.

"Wow!" He excitedly exclaimed. "I can't believe how sexy you are! How you and your husband could ever go through a dry spell is beyond me. I would never let that happen!"

The next thing I knew, I could feel the vibrator stimulating my G-spot, and clit, which I had already inserted into my pussy in the perfect position for maximum effect. The dual stimulation felt incredible!

As soon as Brad made sure that the vibrator was working as it should to get me wet, and to make me cum, he started kissing and licking the soles of my feet, and he started sucking my toes. He was really good at it, too!

Every once in a while he'd stimulate the rest of my naked, and bound body, too. He was especially effective at manipulating my new dual stimulating sex toy to hit the right spots to make me cum over, and over again. Every time I climaxed, my pussy and clit became more sensitive, which made the multiple orgasms much more intense.

I don't know how long Brad was with me on his own before my husband got back home, but I knew that my husband had arrived when Brad spoke to him.

"Surprise!" Brad said to him. "I hope you like what you see, and you've got it ingrained in your head because you're a cuckold now, and you're going to have to wait in the living room until I give you permission to come back in again."

"Sorry honey," I chimed in to tell my husband, "but as you can see, I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it."

I didn't hear my husband object, but knowing him as well as I do, I was sure that he'd be peeking into the bedroom a lot before Brad called him back to watch again.

Even though Brad didn't tell me beforehand that he was going to fuck me, I figured that he would. That's why I told him to wear a condom if things got that far, which naturally they did. He really filled me up, too, because his cock has more girth than my husband's, and it's about an inch or two longer. I could feel his cock all the way inside of me. It felt incredible, and I climaxed a couple of times while he was inside of me.

After my cuckolded husband was told that he could join us again, he fucked me while Brad sucked my toes. My husband came really hard when he climaxed. While they were at it, Brad teased us both that he might bring some friends over to have their way with me, and that neither one of us would be able to do anything about it.

Brad added, "I think next time I'll have your wife come over to my place without you to make you a real cuckold."

After Brad left, my husband admitted that he really got off on my surprise, but he wanted to know if I'd actually go over to Brad's place without him.

"I might," I playfully teased him. "But don't worry," I added. "I can tell you all about it when I get back home."