I Was Edward's Foot Fetish Birthday Surprise

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, January 16, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Saturday, January 18, 2025.

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When I first told my husband that Edward has a foot fetish, which I found out about after he played with, and tickled the soles of my feet, my husband's eye's lit up with excitement.

"That's hot! How did that happen?" He asked with a big smile on his face.

"When he dropped off that invoice I gave you, I was in the middle of painting in the studio, and I was sitting on the back of my legs in my bare feet," I told him.

I could tell that my husband was getting turned on by what I was saying, so I continued to tell him how it all went down.

"He just kind of blurted out that he loved my wrinkled soles," I told him, "and he wondered if they were ticklish."

I went on to say, "I had a feeling that he has a foot fetish because he's always looking at my feet. So I asked him if he has one, and he told me that he does. I don't know what got into me, but I told him he could touch my feet if he wanted to, and so he did."

By now, my husband was really getting turned on, so I continued to tell him what happened. 

"He was slowly tracing my wrinkled soles with his fingers, and kind of tickling them, too," I went on to say, "and it felt so good that I just let him keep doing it."

"Wow!" My husband exclaimed. "That's so hot! I'm glad that you liked what he was doing."

"Of course I did," I confessed, "but I think I might have opened up a can of worms with him because I get the feeling that he's going to want to play with my feet again."

"So what if he does?" My husband asked. "How's that a bad thing?"

"I don't want him getting any ideas," I explained. "I don't want him thinking that he can have an affair with me or anything. I have no interest in that at all."

"But didn't you tell me that he's kind of hot?" He asked.

I did tell my husband that Edward's hot, but I didn't mean anything by it. I simply told him that he's hot. Of course, in my husband's mind, which is typical of so many men I've known, he told me he fantasizes about other men having their way with me, especially if it also involves having their way with my feet.

The pictures below of the wrinkled soles of Water Goddess are a lot like what my soles look like. Even our toes are similar.

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"So you're not going to let him play with your feet again?" My husband asked.

"I don't think it would be a good idea," I told him, which I didn't. Edward's a really nice guy, but he's on a construction crew that works on houses that we buy, and then flip after we upgrade them. We've worked with Edward and the other construction workers for a couple of years, and I don't want to ruin a good working relationship.

"You know it's Edward's birthday in a couple of weeks," my husband reminded me.

"I know his birthday's coming up," I replied. "What are you suggesting? Do you want to wrap my feet up in a bow as a birthday present for him?" I added with a laugh.

"Oh, I like the idea of tying your feet up in a bow so that he can give them a good tickle," he teased.

"He'd probably want to do a lot more than tickle my feet," I told him. "Do you really want to go there?"

Part of me was getting a little pissed, but another part of me was getting turned on. After all, the idea of having somebody tickle my feet while they're tied up seemed exciting, especially if Edward was the one having his way with my feet. I already enjoyed the way that he played with, and tickled my soles, so the thought of giving my soles to tickle as a birthday present was intriguing.

"I'm not suggesting that the two of you have sex," my husband clarified.

"But you fantasize about it, right?" I asked.

I already knew that he fantasizes about it. He told me.

"Of course I fantasize about it," he once again confirmed. "Haven't you ever fantasized about it?"

"No, I haven't," I answered.

"I bet if it happened, you'd love it," he told me.

With a laugh, I replied, "I probably would."

"Then you should do it," he said.

"Maybe I will," I smiled.

One of the things that I did do a lot was to flirt with the construction crew. All of them. Not just Edward. It was fun, and it made me feel good to be wanted. I could tell that they wanted me. Of course, men being men, I knew that they wanted me sexually even though all of our construction crew are married.

After thinking about it some more, I asked my husband, "If I did do this, what were you thinking of doing? Don't hold back. Give me your full fantasy. I'm curious."

"Okay," he drawled. "If I had my way, I'd do more than just tie your feet up in a bow for his birthday."

"Go on, tell me more," I encouraged.

"I'd give him the ultimate birthday present by tying you up spread eagle completely naked," he told me.

"That's quite the birthday present," I laughed. Feeling bold, and having fun with it, I teasingly added, "Be careful what you ask for because you might get it."

I suddenly had a vision of Edward walking into the house that our realtor had just staged with furniture to find me tied up spread eagle completely naked in the master bedroom, and to my surprise, I was suddenly wet with desire.

Before my husband could respond to my teasing, I blurted out, "Okay, I'm in. You can do it. But you have to promise me that you won't get pissed off if I end up really liking it, and wanting to do it again."

With a happy, but surprised look on his face, my husband promised not to get pissed off.

For the next two weeks, somewhat to my own surprise, I had no qualms about going through with it. I was actually excited about it. I even masturbated to thoughts of what it would be like to be Edward's birthday surprise.

I didn't know it at the time, but it turned out that the real surprise would be on me. Not only was Edward fully aware of what my husband was going to do to me for his birthday present, but his wife was in on the surprise as well.

All along, my husband kept me in the dark, and he lead me to believe that only Edward was coming over to find me tied up. To confirm his ruse, he even showed me the note that he was leaving for Edward.

It read, "Happy Birthday! Have fun! I'll be back in one hour."

"You're going to leave me alone with him?" I asked about Edward.

"It's his birthday present, not mine," he laughed. "Have fun!"

When I suddenly felt a warm mouth sucking my toes, it didn't surprise me at all given Edward's foot fetish. But when I felt another mouth sucking the toes of my other foot, I gasped out loud with excitement.

At first, I didn't say anything because I assumed that Edward was sucking the toes of one of my feet while my husband was sucking the toes of my other foot. After all, my husband has a foot fetish, too, so that assumption made sense. After a while, though, curiosity got the best of me.

"Who'd you bring with you?" I asked, thinking that Edward would reply.

"My name is Vicky. I'm Edward's wife," she replied.

"And I'm Deb," I heard another woman's voice say.

"Where's Edward?" I asked.

"He's in another room right now," Vicky answered. "Deb and I want to get acquainted with you first, along with our other friends, and then he'll join us later with the other husbands."

Other friends? Other husbands? I was confused.

My confusion wasn't just because of how wonderfully distracted I was due to all of the great toe sucking, which I loved, but also because I suddenly felt the hands, fingers, mouths, and tongues of at least two other people stimulating my naked and bound body. If there were more people, the blindfold that covered my eyes kept me from knowing.

Two more women introduced themselves to me. One was Brenda, and the other one was Carla. While playing with my breasts, nipples, pussy, and clit, they explained to me that their female foursome was a regular thing that they enjoyed with unsuspecting women who got naughty with their husbands.

In this case, I got naughty with Vicky's husband Edward by letting him play with my feet, and agreeing to get tied up for his birthday present. His real present, it seems, was to have the wives take full advantage of my bound, and naked body before the husbands joined in to sexually ravish me as a group of friends with benefits.

I was enjoying, and getting off on every single moment of my sexual ravishment, which was clear as could be thanks to the multiple orgasms that they were inducing from me over, and over again.

At some point the husbands added themselves to the mix, but quite frankly, I didn't really know when that happened exactly, nor did I know if a cock or a strap-on was fucking me at any given time. It was a bit of a blur, but nonetheless extraordinarily fulfilling. What a rush it was to be sexually ravished so thoroughly, and taken as it were while I remained happily tied and helpless.

After it was all said, and done, on our way back home, both my husband and I agreed that we'd have to do the same thing in the very near future. We could hardly wait.