I Faked Being Asleep While He Sucked My Toes

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, March 4, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, March 5, 2025.

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After I laid down to take a nap, I noticed from the reflection in a wall length mirror on our closet's sliding doors that one of my husband's young interns was peering into our upstairs bedroom. He had been working in my husband's home office all morning long, so I wasn't surprised to see him. I was just surprised that he had come upstairs.

Before I went upstairs, I told him that I was going to take a nap, and I reminded him to lock up when he left. He works in my husband's home office on a regular basis, and I love taking naps, so it's not at all unusual for him to secure the house before he leaves while I'm napping.

This time, though, not only had he come upstairs to take a peek, but I could see that he was stepping further into the bedroom to get a closer look. I wondered what he wanted. A few moments later I could feel him lightly tracing his fingers along the sole of my right foot, which was already out in full view from underneath the covers.

I could hardly believe that he dared to slip into our bedroom while I was taking a nap, and that he was bold enough to touch my foot. But the sensation of what he was doing was so erotic that I couldn't help but fake being asleep so that I could enjoy more.

I remembered on a couple of occasions when I told him that I was a really deep sleeper when he asked if I was a light sleeper. I don't know why I lied about it, but I did. I guess I didn't want him to think he was ever disturbing me when he worked downstairs even though all he ever did was office work, which was always relatively quiet.

Admittedly, though, I was attracted to him because he's such a hottie, so deep down as I thought about it in retrospect, I sub-consciously wanted him to get naughty with me while I was napping. I did, for instance, enjoy greeting him with nothing on but my bathrobe after taking a bath before laying down for a nap, which I practically did every afternoon.

Whatever had been going on between the two of us while my husband was away on business, which on that day he was away as he often is, the sexual tension between us was obviously real. I thought I was the only one who was feeling it.

Interestingly, my husband sometimes playfully teases me about my attraction to his intern, which he knew I found him to be a hottie. He even teased that I could have a hall pass with him if I wanted as long as I told him about it afterward.

For anybody who doesn't know, a "hall pass" in the context of a married or committed couple basically means that each person has consent to have a sexual relationship with somebody outside of their marriage or otherwise exclusive partnership without jeopardizing the relationship. I think it's supposed to be a one-time encounter.

Anyway, I set all that aside in my head because things were heating up in a way that I never imagined. By now he had reached underneath the covers to gently pull my other foot down so that he had both of my soles face up next to each other.

While I still pretended to be fast asleep, and heavily out of it, he began to literally worship each, and every inch of my soles, and toes with his mouth, and his tongue. He kissed, and licked each one of my soles, and he sucked every one of my toes while sometimes putting all of my toes into his mouth at the same time.

To culminate his love for my feet, he held my ankles together with one hand while beating off with his other hand until he shot loads of his warm cum all over the soles of my feet, and in between my toes.

My instinct was to pretend to wake up to thank him, but instead I continued to fake being asleep.

Before he left, I could feel him wiping me clean with what I presumed was his shirt, but I didn't open my eyes to confirm that for fear that my ruse of being in a deep sleep would be found out, and we'd have to talk about what had just happened.

The next morning when he came to the house to work in my husband's home office again while he was still out of town, I felt compelled to say something even though he hadn't said anything to me about what had happened the day before. It was as if nothing had happened, so for the most part, that's the way that I played it.

What I did tell him very briefly was that I had the most wonderfully erotic dream while I was taking a nap the previous day. When he sheepishly asked me what the dream was about, I just sort of laughed it off, and I told him that he'd never believe me if I ever did tell him, so there was no point in telling him. Thankfully, he simply left it at that.

The only other thing I told him was that I had just switched sleeping pills, which I said was probably the reason for having had such a
wonderfully erotic dream. To cement that white lie, I added with a teasing laugh that I hoped to have the same dream. Then I bid him farewell to take my afternoon nap.

After showing me how much he was into my feet the previous afternoon, I realized that he has a foot fetish, and that there was a good chance that he'd worship my feet again that afternoon. To my delight, that's exactly what he did. He ended up worshiping my feet every time that my husband was away on business.

At some point after about a couple of months, I confessed to him that I had been pretending to be asleep while he worshiped my feet. He told me that even though he was pretty sure that I knew what he was doing, he didn't want to ruin the fun we were having by saying anything about it.

He also told me that, of all the women whose feet he had worshiped, which had only been a handful in his young life, my feet were the most perfect he had ever worshiped. I've always taken great care of my feet with regular foot treatments, and pedicures, so it made me feel good that he appreciates them as much as he does.

So far, even though I have the hall pass that I mentioned, neither of us have said anything to my husband about our foot fetish affair.