Foot Tickling In Our Car

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, September 25, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Saturday, September 28, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

The video that I included in this story reminds me of the time when I came back to our car in a Costco parking lot to find that some guy was tickling my wife's sexy feet. As you might imagine, I was instantly aroused.

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Luckily for the three of us, I had parked our car in a shaded area in the back corner of the parking lot where there really wasn't any foot traffic. Well, except for the guy who saw my wife's sexy bare feet sticking out of the open window of our car, and who couldn't help but to strike up a conversation with her that lead to foot tickling.

My wife takes really good care of her feet with regular foot treatments, and pedicures, and she likes to tease guys with her feet, especially when she can see that they have a foot fetish. A lot of times when I'm driving, she puts her sexy feet on the dash to tease foot fetish guys. I happen to be one of them.

When I drove onto Costco's parking lot, she told me that she wanted to stay in the car while I picked up the stuff that we wanted, so I parked in a shady spot on the outer edge of the parking lot. As soon as I stepped out of the car, she got out of the passenger side of the car, and got into driver's side.

"Do you think I'll attract any foot fetish guys today?" She asked me with a mischievous smile after fully exposing her sexy wrinkled soles, and her perfectly pedicured toes by sticking them outside of the window.

"That would be hot," I teased my reply, "and if you do, I hope they'll play with your feet."

"That would be fun," she smiled.

Before heading towards the entrance, I gave her soles a quick squeeze.

"Maybe you can pretend to be another guy, and play with my feet when you get back," she teased.

"Maybe I will," I told her with a knowing smile.

Even though there really wasn't any foot traffic in that back corner of the parking lot, pun intended, cars drove by looking for a parking spot every once in a while. Besides, I knew that there could be guys with a foot fetish who would likely give the parking lot a good look-over on the chance that some woman would have her feet hanging out of a window. They'd either park nearby, or they'd make a few passes to enjoy a closer look. Some might even walk over to start up a conversation with her.

My wife's an attractive woman, so it's not unusual for guys to strike up a conversation with her, especially when they see her feet hanging out of the window. Even with guys who don't have a foot fetish, they'll often say something nice about her feet just to gauge whether or not she's open to having a conversation.

On my way back to the car about 40 minutes later, I could see from a distance that there was a guy sitting in the passenger seat of our car. He was kind of sitting sideways with his back to her, and she was slouched in her seat with her back resting against the door. When I got close enough see what was going on, to my delight, I could see that the guy was using the inside of his left elbow to tightly hold onto my wife's feet so that he could tickle her soles without her being able to stop him.

Of course, I could see from the happy look on her face that she was enjoying herself. He certainly was. When he saw that I was looking, and she opened her eyes to look in my direction after he said something to her, I gave both of them an approving smile, and a thumbs up signal for them to continue their fun.

Unfortunately, he stopped tickling her feet.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your fun," I told them.

"Yeah," my wife said with a smile, "You interrupted our fun! Can I bring him home so that we can finish?"

"Sure," I smiled.

Then I turned to him to say, "You're more than welcome to come back to our place if you want to have more fun with my wife's feet."

"Are you sure?" He asked me.

"Believe me," she said to him with a laugh, "he's sure. So do you want to have some more fun with my feet?"

"Of course I do," he told her.

"Then it's all set," she replied. "Just follow us back to our place, and we can start this up again."

Naturally, he readily agreed to follow us back to our place. On the way home, she asked me if I was really okay with him playing with her feet at our place, and I affirmed that I was, which of course she already knew that I'd approve.

After we got back to our place, they went into our bedroom while I put what I bought at Costco away. A few minutes later when I took a discreet peek, he was massaging her soles, and sucking her toes. Naturally, she was enjoying every moment.

He must have worshiped her feet for at least an hour or so. At some point, while I discreetly watched, I masturbated myself to an explosive orgasm with loads of cum dripping down my chest, and my stomach.

After he left, she asked if I minded whether or not he came back to worship her feet again.

I couldn't help myself. I told her, "That would be hot!"

With a laugh, she replied, "Good, because I already told him that he can come back over tomorrow."