Toe Sucking & A Role Played Surprise

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, September 30, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, October 1, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

My husband likes to see me flirt with other men, especially when they have a foot fetish, and I tease them with my feet. Our favorite place to do this is in the lobby of a nearby upscale hotel that caters to business travelers. Mondays and Tuesdays are the busiest times of the week. We sit apart so that men who are on the prowl to pick up a woman will think that I'm by myself.

Men who have a foot fetish are pretty easy to spot. All it really takes to attract them is to flex my sexy bare feet in my high end leather open toed heels. Dangling my shoes until they fall off of my feet is also a great way to get them interested in starting up a conversation. That kind of enticement almost never fails.

Interestingly enough, my wedding ring doesn't seem to have any effect on keeping men from coming on to me. It's as if it's a magnet of some kind. When a conversation goes well, i.e., I learn that they have a foot fetish, I'll usually be offered a drink, and we'll end up in the hotel's bar.

Sometimes a guy will want to take me to their hotel room to enjoy my feet. Whenever that happens, I'll discreetly give a signal to my husband for him to step into the conversation. Either way, my husband will almost always end up joining me as if I had been waiting for him to meet me from work all along.

Surprisingly enough, guys with a foot fetish rarely ever get put off after my husband gets involved. After all, he has a foot fetish himself, so it can be like two guys joining forces to get me into bed to have their way with my feet. Every once in a while, though, my husband will let me be on my own with the other guy, and he'll excuse himself from the scene. While he thinks about it in the meantime, his excitement comes later when I tell him everything that happened.

One of the most memorable foot fetish experiences I had was with a man named Sammy. At least it started out with him. I learned only a few minutes into the conversation that he's a cuckold of his wife's who, to my surprise, was in the lobby watching Sammy pick me up. He told me that his wife Gloria tasks him to pick women up for her, and that she also has a foot fetish. I also learned that he's not a traveling businessman. He and his wife book hotel rooms from time to time to more or less do what my husband and I do.

After Sammy asked me to be discreet about looking so that Gloria would remain unaware, he told me where she was sitting in the lobby, which coincidentally was near my husband.

"She wants to surprise you in our hotel room after I do this to you," he told me while pulling up a picture from his iPhone, "and then she wants to make me watch while she sucks your toes."

The picture made me instantly wet!

Before I could respond, he pleaded, "But please don't tell her that I told you this. She wants you to think that I'm the one who's sucking your toes. If she ever finds out that I told you what's really going on, she'll punish me for it."

"Punish you how?" I asked.

"She'll whip my ass red, and I mean really red with welts!" He exclaimed!

"Is that something you like?" I asked.

"I like to be spanked," he admitted, "but she spanks me way too hard, so I have mixed feelings about it."

"You really ARE a cuckold, aren't you?" I smiled with intrigue. "That's fascinating!"

"Yeah, and that part I like," he told me. "It's just that the harder spankings can be too much to take."

"So where do we go from here?" I asked.

I had already told him that my husband was watching, and that he'd most likely want to be involved in some way.

"I think I can talk to Gloria about your husband," he told me, "and maybe you can talk to him about her if you think that he can be discreet. You know, if he can keep our secret."

"You mean if I think he'll go along with keeping her in the dark about her surprising me?" I asked.

"Exactly," he answered. "I mean, if you guys can be okay with it of course. Otherwise, we'll just go our separate ways."

"That shouldn't be a problem," I smiled. "I'm pretty sure that my husband will love it!"

I already knew that he'd be fine with it, especially since he's really good at playing things by ear, and making the best of things.

"On second thought," I told Sammy, "it'll probably work out for the best if Gloria doesn't know that my husband's here. We can let her think that you succeeded in getting me to go up to your room to do what she wants you to do to me."

"What about your husband?" He asked.

"I'll send him a text to have him wait things out, and I'll let you know if he's good with it," I told him.

I texted my husband, "The guy I'm with is being cuckolded by his wife who's in the sexy black dress across from you. Please DO NOT let her know that you know what's going on. BE DISCREET! She tasked him with seducing me to go to their room upstairs so that she can surprise me after he ties me up."

"Wow! That's HOT!" He texted back. "So I'll just wait in the lobby, right? Or should I go back home, and come get you later after you've had your fun?"

"It's probably going to be a while," I replied, "so yeah, head home, and I'll let you know when I need to be picked up."

"Have fun!" He texted back.

"Thanks!" I replied. "That's the plan."

When I updated Sammy, I told him, "Okay, my husband knows that you're going to tie me up in your room for Gloria to surprise me."

"He does?" He asked.

"Yeah, and he thinks it's really hot!" I replied.

"So do you want him to come up to the room to watch, or maybe have him help Gloria play with you?" He asked.

"She might go for it," he told me. "On the other hand, I know her well enough to know that she'd be pissed off at me, and punish me later for screwing up her plans."

"That's what I thought, too," I told him, "which is why I told him that he should wait it out at our place instead of hanging out in the lobby."

"He was okay with that?" He asked.

"It made him hot thinking about it," I answered, "so yeah, he was good with it. I'm supposed to text him to pick me up after we're done."

"Are you okay with that?" He asked. "I just want to be sure."

"I have to admit that I'm aroused by Gloria's plan to surprise me, and it fascinates me that she's cuckolding you the way that she is," I answered. "It makes me curious about how it's all going to play out."

"I'm glad that you feel that way," he smiled. "If you're ready, let's head upstairs."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I replied.

"Good. This will be fun," he assured me.

"It sure seems like it will be," I told him. "I'm excited about it."

"Me too," he replied with a big smile.

While Gloria stayed in the lobby, Sammy took me upstairs to their room. We took the trip up in the elevator in silence, which heightened my excitement. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I wondered what kind of sexual adventure was about to unfold. I suspected that it would be a lot more sexual than just having Gloria suck my toes, which I really looked forward to having her do. Sammy seemed as nervous, and as excited as I was. The sexual tension was electric!

Just like you saw in the picture that I included, Sammy blindfolded me, and he restrained me with four black straps after I stripped myself completely naked, and I laid down on the bed. I was effectively immobilized. He didn't say a word to me, and I didn't said anything to him. He simply prepared me for Gloria, and I happily submitted to being surprised by her.

I can't explain it, but knowing ahead of time that Gloria was going to suck my toes while I was blindfolded, and helplessly tied completely naked was incredibly arousing. It excited me to think that I'd have no control over being sexually ravished by a woman I hadn't even met.

When I heard the sound of the door opening before hearing the louder, and more distinct sound of the door closing, I figured that Gloria had let herself into the room, but I didn't hear anybody moving around. The room was eerily silent. It made me wonder if Sammy had left me in the room alone.

Maybe, I thought, he went to the lobby to let Gloria know that I was ready to have her surprise me. But why wouldn't he just text her?

"Sammy?" I called out. "Are you here?"

Nobody answered.

"Sammy? Are you here?" I called out again.

Once again, nobody answered.

Every once in a while I'd call out Sammy's name again, but as it was before, nobody answered.

It's hard to know how much time passed before I heard the sound of the door opening. It seemed like a long time. I was on pins and needles with excitement. As soon as the door opened, I once again heard the distinct sound of the door closing. This time, though, I could hear the quiet sounds of movement around the room. Then I heard the sound of what seemed like clothing being removed.

In my mind I could see Gloria's naked body walking around me. Given how attractive she was in the lobby, the thought of her sucking my toes, and playing with my naked and bound body while a cuckolded Sammy watched made me wetter, and wetter by the moment.

Even though I consider myself to be straight, there's something about having a beautiful woman play with me while I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it that really turns me on. Maybe it's a "forbidden fruit" kind of thing. The idea that she'd make Sammy watch her suck my toes also turned me on, especially since thoughts of my husband being cuckolded to watch with Sammy popped into my mind.

When I felt the sensation of fingers sensuously gliding along the soles of my feet, and I felt them being traced along my completely naked, and restrained body, up and down, and all over, I knew that I had to be feeling Gloria's touch. It felt wonderful.

Still playing dumb, as if Sammy had returned, I said, "Sammy, where did you go? Where were you?"

That's when I head Gloria's voice for the first time.

"Sammy's on his way home," she told me. "I'm his wife."

"His wife?" I feigned surprise. "What are you doing here? Why isn't Sammy here?"

"You know what I'm doing here," she giggled. "I know that Sammy told you all about me."

"He did?" I asked as if I had no idea. "What do you mean?"

After deftly turning me over onto my stomach, she smacked my ass, and said with amusement, "Let's cut to the chase. You knew that I was going to be here because I had Sammy tell you that I was going to make him watch me suck your toes. Admit to me that you knew it, or I'll have to give you a sound spanking for lying to me."

Before I could reply, she smacked my ass a couple of times really hard.

"Owww!" I protested. "That hurts!"

It really did hurt, but the spanking she gave also excited me a lot, which surprised me.

"I can see that you like getting spanked," she said with glee.

"Nobody's ever spanked me before," I told her.

"There's a first time for everything," she laughed. "And I can see that it's made you pretty wet," she added after reaching underneath me to stick some of her fingers into my pussy before I heard her licking them clean. "You taste terrific!"

I was embarrassed that she was tasting me, but I was also excited by it, too. No woman had ever tasted me before.

Suddenly, she straddled my backside, and bent my legs back towards her to kiss, lick, and tickle the soles of my feet.

When she started to expertly suck my toes, I moaned with pleasure, and blurted, "That feels amazing!"

"I thought you might like that," she said while momentarily interrupting the toe sucking. "I certainly like it. Your toes are wonderfully tasty, so I'm definitely going to make a meal out of them!"

"Not that it matters," I giggled, "but did you really send Sammy home?"

"I sure did, sweet pea," she laughed with delight. "I sent him home so that I can have you all to myself for the night."

"I'm really not in a position to say no to that," I said to her with a laugh.

"No you're not," she told me, "and I'm going to do all kinds of naughty things to you while you're tied and helpless."

"I can't believe I let Sammy tie me up for you," I told her.

"Neither can I sweet pea," she said with glee. "And I'm really glad that you sent your husband home so that I can take full advantage of having you all to myself."

"You know about my husband, and that I sent him home?" I asked incredulously.

"After Sammy tied you up for me," she answered, "he told me that your husband was sitting across from me in the lobby, and that you sent him home because you thought it could be a long night. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"I'm straight, so this is my first time," I answered.

"I love playing with straight women," she told me with glee. "They're always surprised when I'm able to make them cum."

"You're going to make me cum?" I asked.

"I'm certainly going to try," she laughed.

"You wouldn't," I kind of protested.

"I would, and I will," she told me. "You're already very wet, so no matter what's going on in your head about it, your body is crying out to be sexually ravished."

"I guess I can't stop you," I laughed.

"Oh, you could if you wanted to, but you won't," she replied with an air of confidence. "You like being tied up and helpless to stop me from getting you off. I can tell."

She was right, and I liked that she was confident about it.

The next thing I knew, she was stimulating my wet pussy, and engorged clit with a couple of vibrators after slipping a vibrating egg inside of me. I moaned out loud with approval.

In less than a minute or two, she had me cumming with multiple orgasms that were powerfully intense.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed! "You really know what you're doing! I haven't cum like that in a long time!"

The next thing I knew she was fucking me with a strap-on, and I was climaxing again non-stop.

"Your body is wonderfully responsive," she told me. "You're really quite incredible!"

"So are you!" I exclaimed. "I think you turned me into a lesbian," I jokingly added with a laugh.

Instead of responding verbally, she responded by expertly sucking each, and every one of my toes again. I don't know if it was because that vibrating egg was still inside of me pulsating against my G-spot while she sucked my toes, but I kept climaxing. My orgasms kept coming, pun intended, over, and over again.

I don't know how long she'd been sexually ravishing my naked, and bound body, but at some point after what seemed like a couple of hours, she freed me from the restraints, and took off my blindfold.

"Would it be okay for me to hold on to you for for a while?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered with a smile. "That would be nice."

When we hugged each on the bed other while we laid side by side, I could see over her right shoulder that she had her legs curled up behind her, which gave me a great close-up view of her sexy wrinkled soles. The temptation was too much for me to resist, so I reached over with my left arm to lightly tickle both of her soles with my fingers.

"I want to suck your toes," I blurted out. "Will you let me?"

"I won't say no to that," she answered in an excited whisper.

When I pulled myself out from our side-by-side hug, she laid face down next to me, and I straddled the back of her thighs. I leaned over to grab her ankles so that I could pull her feet up to my face, and then I began to kiss, lick, and tickle her sexy wrinkled soles with my tongue. Then I started to suck her perfectly pedicured toes.

That prompted her to reach back with her arms to lightly tickle my soles with her fingers in appreciation of me worshiping her feet.

"That feels really great!" She told me in a loud whisper.

"It sure does," I told her. "I love having fun with your feet!"

For the next hour or so we switched positions to worship each other's feet.

At some point I told her, "I'm definitely hooked on foot worshiping, both giving, and receiving."

"Me too," she replied. "We'll have to make a thing of it, wouldn't you agree?"

"Most definitely!" I wholeheartedly exclaimed.

From that point forward, Gloria and I only included our husbands in our foot worshiping activities when she and I wanted them to worship our feet at the same time while we laid face down next to each other on the bed.

Most of the time, though, she and I enjoyed foot worshiping sessions with women whom she had already cultivated foot fetish relationships. I guess you could call it a foot fetish club of women who love to worship women's feet. I was the newest member.