He Sucked My Toes While I Pretended To Be Asleep

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, December 31, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, January 2, 2025.

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Did you ever pretend to be asleep when something being done to you felt good? I have.

Things started out innocently enough. My husband was sitting in his favorite theatre chair, I was sitting in mine with a drop down table in between us, and my husband's friend Steve was sitting in a theatre chair next to me.

Our home theatre with stadium seating has three sets of three-seat theatre sofas in each row on seven different levels. There's a total of sixty-three chairs when the drop down tables are not being used, or forty-two chairs when all twenty-one of the drop-down tables are being used. The picture below shows what each theatre sofa looks like, except that all of our chairs are entirely black instead of the two-tone color in the picture.

Sometimes our home theatre is completely full when we host screenings ahead of a public release, but most of the time my husband and I are the only ones watching. This time only my husband, Steve, and I were watching.

About halfway through the movie, I started to nod off, but instead of excusing myself, I curled up in my chair. The next thing I remember is that I felt the soles of my bare feet being touched, though at first I thought I was dreaming it.

I like having dreams about somebody playing with my feet. I don't know why, but I do. I think it stems from when I was about ten years old, and boys my age would sometimes gang up on me to tickle my feet. I didn't know it then because of my young age, but I was sexually aroused by having my feet tickled.

At some point when I stirred in my sleep, and I opened my eyes a bit, I could see that the movie was still playing. Because I was curled up sideways in my chair facing my husband with my feet kind of tucked underneath me, I realized that Steve had been touching my soft soles.

It aroused me to think that Steve would reach over in the darkness of the theatre to play with my feet, especially since my husband was practically sitting next to me. The naughtiness of if all made me wet with the anticipation that Steve would continue to stimulate the soft, and wrinkly soles of my feet, which to my delight he did.

When the movie ended a few minutes later, I was disappointed because I wanted Steve to keep playing with my feet. I decided to keep pretending that I was still asleep.

When my husband gently nudged me to wake up, I told him that I just wanted to stay where I was for a while, and that I would come to bed later. Then I apologized to Steve for having fallen asleep, and he told me it was no big deal.

Then I heard my husband tell Steve that he was going straight to bed, and if he wouldn't mind letting himself out. Steve said something about having to take a piss first, and that he'd leave after that to which my husband told him that he would see him the next day.

I knew that Steve would use the bathroom next to our home theatre, so I continued to pretend that I was fast asleep in the hope that he might be tempted to get one last feel of my soft soles before he headed home.

The bathroom was too far away for me to hear him use it, but a few minutes later I could hear somebody come back into the theatre. For all I knew, my husband was the one who was coming back, but when I felt somebody touching my soles again, I figured that Steve was the one who had returned.

Pretending to simply stir in my sleep instead of waking up, I slowly turned onto my side with my feet stretched out onto the foot of the chair. A few moments later it felt like he was tonguing my wrinkly soles. I wasn't sure at first, but then I felt the incredible sensation of my toes being licked, and then sucked.

I let out a low moan of approval to encourage him to continue. I hoped he would think that I was still asleep, but then I thought it might be okay if he thought that I had awaken, and that I purposely wanted him to continue.

Frankly, I wasn't sure what to do, so I played it safe, and I continued to pretend that I was still fast asleep.

When his toe sucking got more aggressive, almost as if he might not care if I woke up, I whispered out loud that I loved having my toes sucked, and that I wasn't about to ask him to stop.

That's when he told me in a soft voice that my feet had turned him on from the very first time that he saw them bare, and that he couldn't help himself when he reached over as discreetly as he could to touch my soft, wrinkly soles.

In reply, I told him that I loved having my feet played with, and that I was glad that he reached over to touch them.

When he confessed to having a foot fetish, which was pretty obvious, he told me that he wanted to worship my feet whenever I wanted to have them worshiped. He told me that he wasn't looking to have an affair with me, or to interfere in my marriage at all. He basically told me that he wanted to simply be my foot slave.

When I admitted to him that I liked having my feet worshiped, he wondered whether or not my husband might like to watch him worship my feet. I told him that he'd probably like to watch because he liked to watch other men have sex with me.

That's when Steve revealed that my husband had broached the subject of having a threesome with me.

I told him that I wasn't surprised, and that if he was to bring up the subject again, he should tell my husband that he'd like to do it.