My Foot Fetish Friend's
Wife
Published early
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page on Saturday,
February 1, 2025.
Official publication date for the main page of our
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The first time that I saw my foot fetish friend's wife in person, she was blindfolded, and lying face down on a bed in their master bedroom completely naked. Just as he had done many times before, she was expecting him to give her an erotic, and sensual full body massage.
Naturally, because he has a foot fetish like me, she also expected him to worship her feet, and get off on them, which she loves having him do. This time, though, he had invited me over to surprise her.
As he explained it to me,
even before they got married, he would sometimes playfully suggest
different scenarios to see if she was interested. For instance, when
he told her that he'd love to watch a masseur with a foot fetish give
her a foot, and full body massage, she told him that she might let him
massage her as long as things didn't get sexual.
"What if he got
so turned on by worshiping your feet that he couldn't help
himself, and he played with you to get you off?" He
asked.
With a laugh, she told him, "What if I couldn't help myself, and I let him? What if he started to fuck me? What would you say then?"
"I think that'd
be really hot," he answered.
"Be careful
what you ask for," she laughed again, "
'cause you might get want you want."
"So is that a
yes?" He asked her.
With a laugh she told him,
"Well, I'm not saying that I'd go for it, so don't get
your hopes up, but if I were to say yes, and he ended up fucking
me, you better make sure that he wears a condom."
"Oh, and one
other thing," she added, "if I don't
like the guy, you have to promise me that you'd make him leave."
My foot fetish friend told me that he assured her he would make him leave, and that would be the end of it. Then she asked him if he was really going to surprise her with another man, and he playfully told her that it would ruin the surprise if she knew that another man was coming over.
He went on to say that weeks had gone by after that conversation, and that they hadn't really discussed it any further. He simply kept pretending to be another man when he massaged, and had sex with her, and she simply played it up with him as if he had surprised her with another man.
Before I went over to his
house to surprise her, I replayed the videos that he shared with me,
which another foot fetish friend of his had sent to him. I imagined
being that man in the video, and more or less doing to my foot fetish
friend's wife what the man in the video did to the woman in the video.
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When I arrived as scheduled, I texted him that I was parked in front of his house, and he texted me back that his wife was still in the bath tub getting ready for her massage.
"Come to the door, but don't knock, and I'll let you inside," his text read.
As soon as I stepped onto his porch, he opened the door with a warm smile, and a finger to his lips for me to keep quiet, and he let me inside.
"Nice to meet
you in person," he whispered.
"You too," I whispered back.
He and I had gotten to
know each other pretty well online over the course of about six
months, but we had never met in person. We followed each other on
Facebook as well as some other social media accounts, so he knew
what I looked like, and I knew what he and his wife looked like.
Before he ushered me into
a guest room, he quietly guided me to the back of the house, and
pointed to a hallway that lead to their master bedroom where I was
to surprise her.
"When I see
that she's gotten out of the tub," he told me, "I'll
let you know. If you give us about ten minutes, you should be
able to quietly make your way into the bedroom, and switch
places with me when you want to take over."
"Got it,"
I told him. "This should be fun."
"I think so,
too," he smiled as he guided me to a guest room
where I'd be waiting.
"Just to give
you an update," he added, "the cat
might be out of the bag about surprising her tonight. She's
pretty suspicious, but I didn't say anything one way or the
other. I just kind of side-stepped the answer when she asked me
if somebody was coming over. Whatever happens, let's just stick
to the plan, and play it by ear."
"No worries,"
I told him. "That I can do."
Every few minutes or so
he'd open the door to the guest room, and step in to tell me that
his wife was taking longer than he expected. I let him know that I
wasn't in a rush, and that we had all night to make the best of our
efforts to surprise her. He was pleased that I was as relaxed as I
was about the delay.
I was actually very
nervous about surprising his wife. I knew ahead of time that if she
freaked out about having me surprise her, I'd simply leave as
quickly as I could after getting dressed. By then, I had stripped
off all of my clothing, and was only wearing a large robe that he
had given me to use. He was wearing a similar large robe.
About thirty minutes
after my arrival, he stepped into the guest room again to let me
know that his wife was getting out of the tub. He reminded me to
give it a few minutes before taking a discreet peek into their
master bedroom to make sure that her massage had started.
A couple of minutes later
he stepped into the guest room again to tell me that his wife had
called out to let him know that she was ready, and that he had told
her he'd be there momentarily.
"You might as
well come with me," he told me in a low tone of
voice. "I think it's safe."
After I followed him into
their living room, he quietly motioned for me to stop so that he
could check to see if his wife had laid face down on their bed, and
blindfolded herself. A quick few moments later he affirmed that she
was blindfolded.
I half expected to find a
towel over her backside, but she was completely naked. That made
sense, though, since she surely was expecting her husband to be
giving her a massage. The politeness of a towel wasn't needed.
Even though the plan was for him to start massaging his wife, and then for me to take over, I was so thrilled by seeing her completely naked that I quietly motioned to him if I could start massaging her myself. He happily gave me a thumbs up signal for me to go for it.
I couldn't help myself. After all, not only was she blindfolded, and completely naked, but their bedroom had been prepared in a way that really set the tone for an evening of sexual fun. Scented lighted candles were everywhere, feather dusters, sex toys, and lubrication were within easy reach, and the sexy music of Barry White was playing in the background.
Even though the plan was for him to start massaging his wife, and then for me to take over, I was so thrilled by seeing her completely naked that I quietly motioned to him if I could start massaging her myself. He happily gave me a thumbs up signal for me to go for it.
I couldn't help myself. After all, not only was she blindfolded, and completely naked, but their bedroom had been prepared in a way that really set the tone for an evening of sexual fun. Scented lighted candles were everywhere, feather dusters, sex toys, and lubrication were within easy reach, and the sexy music of Barry White was playing in the background.
I started massaging her sexy wrinkled soles while also kissing, and sucking her perfectly pedicured toes. Her body language immediately showed me that she liked what I was doing. I wondered if she could feel a difference between me, and her husband. If she noticed, she didn't say a word.
I was suddenly jealous
of her husband for having such a sexy wife whose perfect feet were
his to worship, and to get off on. I was so into pleasuring her
feet, and worshiping them that I almost forgot to give her a full
body massage.
The plan all along was for me to keep up the pretense that I was her husband so that when she realized that somebody else was worshiping her soles and toes, and massaging her naked body, she'd want them to continue.
The plan all along was for me to keep up the pretense that I was her husband so that when she realized that somebody else was worshiping her soles and toes, and massaging her naked body, she'd want them to continue.
When I looked up to see
if her husband was pleased with what was going on, I was surprised
to see that he wasn't in the room. A few minutes later, though, I
noticed that he was back in the room to check up on how everything
was going before leaving again.
That's when I remembered
that he had told me he would probably be going in and out of the
room, and maybe even stay out for extended periods of time as long
as he could see that his wife was happy about what was going on. At
some point I simply forgot that he was in the house with us. I even
pretended that he had left their house altogether, which made what I
was doing even naughtier than it already was.
I had no idea if this
would be a one time thing, or if I'd be invited back, so I made a
special effort to give her a really great massage, and to make it as
erotic, and sensual as I could. I spent half the time worshiping her
feet, which I could see she really enjoyed.
At some point after about
an hour and a half had passed, she surprised me by telling me she
knew that I wasn't her husband, and that she wanted me inside of
her.
"Are you
sure?" I gasped.
"Yes, but you
have to wear a condom," she answered. "Do
you have one?"
I told her that I did,
and that I would put it on so that she didn't have to worry.
"I want you
to put my legs over your shoulders, and fuck me like that,
okay?" She told me. "I want you to
have your way with me, and take me against my will,"
she breathlessly added. "But don't fuck my ass! Only my
pussy!"
She didn't have to ask me
twice. I quickly covered my hard cock with one of the condoms that I
brought with me, and I placed her legs over my shoulders after
flipping her over onto her back to fuck her.
While I firmly held her wrists down on the bed to take her against her will just like she wanted me to do, she said in a mock protest, "No, no. I can't! What will my husband say if he catches us?"
"He won't
catch us," I told her even though by then her
husband was standing next to the bed stroking his semi-erect cock.
I knew that she could
hear her husband getting himself off because I could hear it myself.
"You like
watching him take me against my will, don't you?"
She said to her husband. "Admit it. You love it!"
"Yes I do!"
Her husband exclaimed. "I love watching him fuck you,
and take you against your will!"
"Good,
because I like having him take me against my will!"
She exclaimed.
Then she addressed me.
"You like it,
too, don't you?" She said to me. "You
like taking me against my will!"
"I love
taking you against your will," I told her, "and
there's isn't a thing you can do about it!"
Right then, and there,
the excitement of it all made me shoot a huge load into my condom,
and I exclaimed with delight how great it felt!
"Oh my God!"
I yelled out. "You're fucking amazing!"
"I'm cumming, too!"
His wife exclaimed. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't stop
cumming!"
"How could I
not?" He told her. "That was really
hot!"
When he and I looked at
each other, and then we looked at her sexy feet, both of us grabbed
one of her feet to worship, and we started sucking her toes.
"Oh my God!
That feels so good," she told us.
"I'm glad that
you like it," her husband said to her.
I chimed in to say, "So
am I, and I'm not about to stop anytime soon."
"Me either,"
her husband added.
His wife didn't say a word.
She simply laid there in bed, and let us worship her feet in silence.