Foot Worshiping Sole Sisters

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, January 4, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Monday, January 6, 2025.

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While I was shopping for toenail polish at CVS, I noticed an attractive younger woman standing next to me. When she realized that I caught her checking out my feet, she apologized for staring.

"I didn't mean to stare," she told me, "but your pedicure is amazing!"

"Thank you," I replied. After checking out her toes, I added, "Yours is pretty amazing, too."

"Thanks," she said with pride. "I love giving myself pedicures." Then she asked, "Would you mind it if I take a quick picture to send to my husband? He has a foot fetish, and I'd love to surprise him with it."

"I guess that'd be okay," I replied.

"Thank you so much!" She exclaimed with glee.

Flattered by the attention, I blurted out after she took a picture of my toes, "Do you want one of my soles?"

"That would be amazing!" She exclaimed! "Thank you!"

I kicked off one of my flip-flops, and bent my knee back while holding my foot in my hand to give her a shot of my right sole.

"You're going to drive my husband nuts with that wrinkled sole of yours," she told me. "I'm even getting turned on by it if you don't mind me saying."

"I'm flattered," I replied. "Do you have a foot fetish like your husband, or do you just appreciate women's feet like I do?"

"Oh, I have a foot fetish for sure, but only for women's feet," she answered. "Guys don't really take good care of their feet, so seeing them doesn't really do anything for me."

"I know what you mean," I told her. "I don't think I have a foot fetish, but if I do, I only want to play with women's feet. In fact, I have from time to time with my husband. Well, we used to, but that hasn't happened for a long time."

"So you used to swing?" She asked.

"A little bit," I answered, "but then it stopped working for us, so we didn't do it any more. With somebody as attractive as you, though, especially since you have really nice feet,  I'm sure my husband would be happy to get into it again."

"Really?" She replied with a playful smile.

"I'm pretty sure he would," I told her. "But we're probably twice your age, so I don't think it would work out all that great for you."

With a laugh, she replied, "It's funny you say that because my husband and I have a thing for older couples, especially older women."

"How fortuitous," I smiled.

When her phone notified her that she was getting a text from her husband after having sent him a text with pictures of my feet, she giggled, and said to me, "He loves your feet! Hang on a sec. Let me text him back."

Amused by being a third party to a text between the two of them, I wanted to see what would happen next. While they exchanged some quick texts, she smiled at me, and she giggled at how he was responding.

"Do you want to look?" She asked me. "I just gave him blue balls."

"Sure," I smiled back at her.

The texts between the two of them were naughty, and extraordinarily kinky. I couldn't help but to get aroused.

One of her texts read, "Do you want me to bring her back home so that we can tie her up and tickle her?"

He replied, "Of course! But that's not going to happen, and now I have blue balls!"

"Sorry about the blue balls," I told her with a laugh after reading the texts.

"He's used to it," she explained. "I do this all the time with him, and then I take care of him after he gets back home from work."

"Have you ever brought anybody home to tie up and tickle before?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Never!" She exclaimed. "We've talked about it a lot, but we never really knew how to get into it. I just tease him about it."

"I get that," I replied. "If you do end up swinging with anybody, I recommend starting out with just one person to get a feel for it. You know, somebody you're comfortable with."

"Like you?" She blurted with a laugh. "Could you be that person for us?" She asked.

"I suppose I could be," I replied. "It's just that I don't want to open up that can of worms with my husband again."

"And you probably wouldn't do anything without him, right?" She asked.

"It's not that," I admitted to her. "After all, that's a recurring fantasy of his, for me to be with other people on my own, and we've more or less done that already."

"More or less?" She asked.

"Yeah," I explained. "He used to surprise me with other people after he blindfolded me, and tied me up completely naked."

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"When he brought the right people over, sure, I liked it a lot," I answered.

"The right people?" She asked.

"Yeah, people who concentrated on getting me off before getting themselves off," I told her. "The ones I hated were people who only used me to get themselves off without getting me off at all, or even caring that I get off."

"Well, we'd never do that," she assured me. "We'd make sure the woman we played with would get off first."

I was intrigued, and in the right frame of mind to explore the possibilities.

"For sake of argument, if I was the one to be tied up and tickled," I replied, "how do you see that working out?"

With a mischievous smile, she explained her thinking.

"I'd want our first time to be a surprise for him," she told me. "Like if you were helping me out today, for instance, I'd have you come over about a half hour before my husband gets back home from work. I'd blindfold you, and then I'd tie you spread eagle completely naked on our bed. I'd also lay out feather dusters, edible oils, and sex toys to use on you."

"The thought of it is getting me wet already," I giggled.

"Me too," she replied. "Maybe you should come over to our place now, and we can do a test run."

"A test run?" I asked.

"Yeah, a test run," she repeated. "My husband won't be home for another four hours, but I can show you what I'd like to do, and you can tell me if you're good with it. If you are, then we can go for it, but if you aren't, then you can leave before my husband gets back, and that'll be the end of it. He won't have to know, your husband won't have to know, and it can our little secret."

"Since you put it that way," I laughed, "I suppose I could go over to your place if for nothing else but to continue this conversation."

"Exactly!" She exclaimed. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"Do you live close to here?" I asked.

"I'm just a few minutes away," she replied.

I had just taken a bath before going over to CVS, so I still felt refreshed, and ready for anything if it suited me, so I decided to follow her to her place. My hair was still a little wet from having just washed it, which she commented about before we left the CVS parking lot.

"You and I use the same shampoo," she smiled.

"You can still smell it?" I asked.

"I love the fragrance," she answered while leaning over to sniff my hair to be sure. "Yep. It's the same!"

I leaned over to take a whiff of her hair.

"Oh yeah," I affirmed. "It is the same."

"I just washed mine yesterday," she told me.

When we got to her house, she directed me to park on the street in front of her house, and she pulled into her driveway where she told me her husband also parks. After meeting her cats, we walked upstairs to their master bedroom. Included was a large his and hers walk-in closet, a large en suite bathroom with double sinks, an oversized jacuzzi tub, a separate shower stall surrounded with plexi-glass, and a sitting area. There was also a fireplace, and a big screen TV above the sitting area.

Discreetly hidden underneath all four corners of their oversized king bed, and from underneath the sides of the bed as well for a six point restraints configuration, she showed comfortable looking faux fur padded fabric restraints.

"This is what we use," she told me. "It's very comfortable."

From underneath the bed, she pulled out one of the built in drawers that contained blindfolds, feather dusters, sex toys, lubricants, and a bunch of other items that I didn't readily identify.

"You're well equipped," I said with a smile. "I'm impressed. Do both of you tie each other up for sex?"

"We do," she answered. "I'm the one who's usually tied up, but sometimes I like to get him off while he's tied up, and he likes that, too."

"I can imagine," I told her.

"Well, now you won't have to imagine it," she laughed while handing me a blindfold. "If you can put that over your eyes, we can get started with the test run."

I was having second thoughts, not because I wasn't comfortable with her, but because I thought it might be fun to have her tied up instead of me.

"Maybe you should wear it, and let me tie you up," I told her with a mischievous smile.

"I can go for that," she immediately replied to my surprise while blindfolding herself.

"Oh good," I enthusiastically blurted out. "I'll bet your husband would love to find you tied up."

"I know he would," she affirmed. "I've laid down on the bed with nothing on but a blindfold, and with my ankles and one of my wrists restrained. He loves it! Then he restrains my free wrist, tightens them all down, and has his way with me."

"Can you show me how you do it?" I asked. "I'm really curious to see how it's done."

In response, she took off the blindfold, and told me while telling me to strip, "I'll walk you through it."

Because I suddenly felt the urge to have her do to me what I had planned to do to her, I quickly stripped myself naked, and I sat down in the middle of the bed.

As she walked me through it, it didn't take me long to cuff my own ankles. Then I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, and I cuffed my left wrist. I'm right handed, so I left that hand free.

"That's not bad for your first time," she told me. "The restraints are kind of loose, but that doesn't really matter since they can be pulled taut, and secured that way after you've engaged in self bondage."

As I reached over to free my left wrist, she playfully grabbed my right wrist, and deftly restrained it to the top left corner of the bed were she pulled it taut, and secured it into place.

"Not so fast," she laughed while securing that restraint more tightly. "Now that I have you like this, I'm going to have to finish the job."

"Oh oh," I said with a laugh. "I guess I'm in a bit of a pickle, aren't I?"

"That you are," she playing agreed. "How do you like it?"

"It's exciting," I admitted.

"It's exciting for me, too," she replied. "I love having you like this."

 I'm not usually that ticklish, but for some reason being tied up seemed to add to my ticklishness. She tickled me all over, which included my wrinkled soles where she spent a lot of time tickling. When she started sucking my toes, I was in a state of ecstasy. She was amazing at it! I love having my husband suck my toes, but with her the sensation of having my toes sucked felt much more incredible.

When she started to give me head after worshiping my soles, and toes with her mouth, and her tongue, I climaxed with multiple orgasms pretty quickly, which surprised me since I don't usually have orgasms when I'm getting head. But with her it was different. Assisted with a vibrating egg, she was hitting my G-spot with a couple of her fingers while giving me head, and I started to squirt uncontrollably with multiple orgasms.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "You're making me squirt."

"I know," she said with glee. "I can feel it splashing against my fingers."

"It's really intense!" I gasped with pleasure. "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's too much. I can't take it any more!"

She eased up to give me a break, and I thanked her for it. But then she made me squirt again, and I again begged her to stop, which she did. She kept this up with me for a while until I was sopping wet.

"Sorry about all of the squirting," I told her. "I didn't know I could squirt that much."

"No worries at all," she assured me. "I have some thick towels under you, and besides, I love getting you off like this. It really gets me off!"

"Oh shit! What about your husband?" I exclaimed with the sudden realization that he might show up any minute.

"He won't be home for a while yet," she assured me. "If you don't want to be around when he gets back, don't sweat it. You can leave before he gets back home, and maybe you can help me surprise him another time if you ever feel up to it."

"Thanks," I replied. "I'm just so overwhelmed right now that I'm not sure what I want, but I think I should leave before he gets back."

"I understand," she assured me. "It's not a big deal. I mean, he doesn't even know you're here."

"How much time do we have?" I asked.

"About another couple of hours," she answered. "Why do you ask."

"I want to reciprocate," I told her. "I want to do to you what you just did to me."

"You do?" She asked. She almost seemed surprised.

"I have to," I insisted. "Please let me give you back at least some of what you gave me."

"Well, if you insist," she giggled while freeing me from the restraints. "I'm certainly not going to say no to that."

While swinging with my husband, I had gotten women off before. I learned from him how to make women squirt if they have the capability, which I love doing because it gives me so much satisfaction.

During my time with her, everything felt much more exciting than when when I was with other women. I'm pretty sure it was because she and I were on our own, it was wonderfully spontaneous, and she has amazing feet. Her soles are soft and wrinkly, and her toes are perfectly shaped. I had enjoyed playing with other women's feet before, but I had never really worshiped their feet like I worshiped hers.

Thankfully, she loved how I worshiped her feet, and I loved how she worshiped mine, so we decided that at the very least we would meet again to worship each other's feet. I actually went back the next day to worship her feet, and then she worshiped mine. It was great foreplay for both of us, which we culminated by getting each other off while we took turns being tied and helpless.