My Wife, Chapter 3
Episode 1: Sexercise
(Posted on Tuesday, August 29, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously by JB.

For earlier stories by JB, see:

My Wife - Introduction, Getting To Know Ourselves

My Wife, Chapter One, The Morning After

My Wife - Chapter 2, Providing A Specimen

We had been married a while before I ever let on that I had a foot fetish. Over time my wife realized that she could use it as a real stimulant for me. I love my wife’s feet and especially when she uses the soles on me. It doesn’t matter much what she wears. I like them bare, oiled, in stockings, tights, and socks.

Before all this was known to her, she was warming me up one night with her bare feet. I convinced her to put on stockings so I could see what it felt like. She did and I was not disappointed. She gently stroked my shaft between her arches and it was heavenly.

After that, I was watching her exercise to a video one day and getting very hot. Watching my wife in the doggie position is one of my favorites. She was doing all sorts of leg exercises which contorted her feet in a variety of ways and caused my imagination to run wild. She was wearing a pair of old sweats and socks, but that didn’t matter. Suddenly, she got a foot cramp. I sprang to the rescue.

I squatted behind her (she remained in her doggie position) with my knees on the floor, sitting on my heels with her feet between my legs. I took the afflicted foot in my hands and began to kneed the sole and arch. I could feel the cramp in it. I worked on it diligently until it softened and she was able to relax it.

During this, her right foot accidentally brushed my manhood, which was standing at full attention in my sweats. She immediately realized that I had been enjoying her exercises very much. While I massaged the afflicted foot, her right foot gave me a good massage. After I got the cramp out of her foot, we adjourned to the bedroom and went at it furiously. I think that was the night that she realized the benefits of my fetish. I came very quickly, but remained hard for a very long time and she came more times than I could count. Finally, after more than an hour, we came together in one incredible climax. Our sex life was forever changed.

In the days that followed, I found myself daydreaming about my wife in her exercises. But I always had her in different outfits than those nasty old sweats. I zeroed in on my favorite. It was black tights with a two piece gray leotard. I stopped at a department store one day on my way home and found just such an outfit. The top was like a sports bra in a soft heather gray. The bottom was also heather gray and very soft, but it had a 6-inch wide waistband which could be left up, in which case it went up above her naval or it could be folded down in which case it made the bottom very much like a bikini. The leg openings were French cut which made her legs seem much longer than they are. She prefers wearing the waistband up because then it covers the top of her tights or hose.

The leotard material was a soft sweat-like material only thinner. The tights were incredibly soft. I tested the feel of them against the inside of my forearm. They definitely passed the softness test. Happy with my findings, I purchased them and took them home. As is my custom when I buy her something like that, I put it in her lingerie drawer where she would find it at the appropriate time.

The next morning while she was dressing, she found the outfit. “Did you buy this?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

She laid it out on the bed and said, “There doesn’t seem to be much to it. Is this for my pleasure or yours?”

“Hopefully, both.”  I said.

She smiled and finished dressing. That night when it got to exercise time (just before bath and bed), she put on the outfit. “It’s pretty comfortable,” she said. “Nice and soft.”

I said, “Yeah, I noticed that, too.”

She laughed one of her ‘are you crazy laughs’ and said, “I’ve got this picture of you figuring that out in the store!”

She put on her tape and started exercising. As was my custom, I sat on the couch with a magazine for an excuse to watch her. She looked great and I was glad I had made the purchase. I particularly liked the opaque black tights on her feet and ankles. The contrast to the light beige carpet made them look better than ever. There was another benefit. I discovered that I love my wife’s back. When she is exercising in the doggie position, her spine is very deep set, showing her lean, muscled back ending at her wonderfully rounded bottom, which, in this outfit is nicely highlighted by the black tights and contrasting gray bottom. It shows off her butt really well.

When she finished and took out the tape she said, “I like it. It’s very comfortable. The only thing I don’t like is how the tights and bottoms bunch up in the crack of my butt when I do the leg thrusts.”

“That’s funny,” I replied, “That’s one of the things I liked about it!”

“So, I see,” she said, noticing the tent in my sweat pants. As she proceeded out of the room she said, “So is it exercise or sexercise?”

I replied, “Either way. They both burn calories. You get firm. I get firm. We both win.”

“Whatever happened to no pain, no gain?” she asked.

I said, “I prefer to think of it as no pleasure, no gain.”

She took her usual relaxing bath while I got into my bedtime attire. When she arrived in the bedroom, I got a warm up workout from her wonderfully soft feet, made even softer by the warm bath, and we had great sex before drifting off to sleep.

A couple weeks went by. Fall was setting in and the nights were getting cooler. It was about time to replace the lightweight summer comforter on the bed with the heavier wool quilt. We had an appointment for the furnace man to come and do his annual inspection and fire up the furnace for the season. Considering this, I was surprised when I went to the bedroom after dinner to change into my comfy sweats. The comforter was on the floor at the foot of the bed and the room was quite warm. She had turned the electric heat on and it was warm enough that a comforter would not be needed.

I returned to the family room and popped in the video she had rented as she put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and joined me for the movie. We watched about half of it when she suggested we pause it and pop some popcorn in the microwave. She returned with the popcorn and soda and she had changed into her exercise outfit. We curled up on the sofa under the afghan and snuggled while we enjoyed our popcorn, soda, and the end of the movie. I’m certain that by this time, she could feel the firmness of my manhood pressing against her butt, though she pretended not to notice.

When the movie ended, she said, “I’m going to shorten my routine tonight and skip the bath. Why don’t you take out the popcorn bowl and glasses, get into your pajamas and meet me in the bedroom?" She said. This was curious. She had never done this before. I didn’t know what to expect, but she did say to meet her in the bedroom.  It sounded good, so who was I to argue? Hopefully, I would benefit from whatever mood she was in.

I put on a pair of boxers and tee shirt to go with the warmth in the room, turned out the light and slipped under the single sheet. About 15 minutes went by and I heard her moving about the house turning off lights and locking the doors. The hall light went off, but she didn’t enter the room. A minute later I heard the outer door of the adjoining bathroom close and saw the light turn on under the door. Then the door between the bath and our bedroom opened and my wife came in, leaving the door open and light on in the bathroom.

She climbed on the bed on top of the top sheet on her side and got in the doggie position. I could see the beads of perspiration on her back reflecting in the light from the bathroom. In the mirror on the dresser at the foot of the bed I could see her butt and thighs. Her tights and leotard bottom were tightly bunched in the crack of her butt. She said, “I worked up a sweat and got chilly, so I stopped and decided to do the cool down in here where it’s warmer.”

I wasn’t objecting. She looked great and the cool down was my favorite part. These were very relaxing exercises and they focused a lot on the feet and calves with lots of flexes to relax all the muscles. It was during the cool downs that I was often tempted to squat at her feet and let her warm me up while she cooled down. The nature of the foot movements would make a terrific footjob.

She began her cool down. She stretched and worked her feet and calves in various ways. One foot on top of the other, massaging the sole as the lower foot stretched back and forth. I could hear the sound of one tight clad foot against the other. It was driving me wild. They worked together, side by side, alternately cupping and flexing. Then they worked alternately with the ankles flexing causing the soles to go in opposite directions. She worked at it for most of the 5 minutes it takes. I wanted to jump on her feet but couldn’t get up the courage. Besides, I wanted to wait and see what she had in mind.

Then it happened. The left foot curled up and she said, “Ouch, a cramp.” I jumped to the rescue, squatting at her feet with both knees on the sheets on either side of her feet, I was sitting on my heels. I was close enough to her that I could elevate her left foot in my hands and her right foot was on the bed under my balls.

I began massaging it and quickly realized there was no cramp. She was faking. But I played along with her little game. In a matter of seconds her right foot began to search for the opening in the front of my boxers. It didn’t take long to find it since my boxers were stretched by my fully erect manhood. Wiggling her foot inside the opening created enough room for my shaft to pop out, standing at full attention above the sole of her right foot, which was fully engaged in delivering attention to the underside of my balls. The pleasure was intense as her toes continuously tugged, squeezed, massaged and stroked my balls. I could feel the warm pre-cum emerging from the head and beginning to run down my shaft. It didn’t take long for the stream to reach my balls and her toes quickly worked at massaging it into them.

I could tell that if this continued for too long the evening would end quickly, so I elevated my hips a little so I wasn’t sitting on my heels. This was an effort to get off her toes, which continued to work on me. This didn’t not have the desired result because her foot was trapped in the opening of my boxers and as I elevated, her foot simply came along for the ride. It wasn’t long before my thighs felt the pain of trying to support my weight in this partially elevated position and I returned to sitting on my heels. I glanced down and saw that pre-cum was now flowing so freely that it was dripping off my shaft onto the arch of her fight foot. In the light provided by the open bathroom door I could see drops of it land on her arch and glisten briefly until they were absorbed into the fabric of her tights.

I’m certain she felt this and realized things were progressing  faster than she anticipated. She extricated her right foot from my boxers and said, “My right foot is jealous. It needs some attention, too.”

I let go of her left foot and began massaging her right foot. The toe area was absolutely soaked with pre-cum and the fabric of the tight felt more slippery than sheer. As my thumbs massaged her arch, they rubbed the wet spots around until they disappeared. Her left foot was resting on my forearm as my hands worked diligently on her right foot. I glanced down and saw that the pre-cum had stopped flowing but my shaft was still as hard as a rock.

Her left foot moved off my forearm and went directly into the opening in my boxers. It picked up where the right foot had left off. In a minute or so the pre-cum was flowing again. We continued until the pre-cum was once again dripping onto the arch of her foot at which time she extricated it from my boxers.

She placed is along side her right foot and I let each hand work on each foot simultaneously. I stretched her toes against the joints and worked diligently with my thumbs on the underside of the toes. They worked firmly and without pause, taking advantage of the slippery wet fabric of her tights to deliver an intense massage to each toe. She shifted her weight slightly to each side and as she did moved each knee out a little to create about a foot of space between them.

She was still on all fours, but I noticed a wet spot had formed on her light gray bottoms. Then a her hand appeared between her legs and she began massaging herself as I worked on her toes.  This massage was having a dramatic effect on her. Her back was arching and flexing as her hips moved to her hand movements. More beads of sweat were forming on her back and I could see them glistening in the light.

Then her back arched and her head went down. She rested her weight on the top of her head and she was looking back through her legs. Her left hand then appeared on her crotch also. Her hands worked intensely on her womanhood while I continued my relentless massage of her toes. Her back was wet with perspiration as her hands worked away. As her hands moved back and forth, I could see that the wet spot had spread a lot.

We continued relentlessly. Then suddenly, in one motion, her back flexed pushing her womanhood tightly against her hands. As her hands gripped it, her toes curled tightly trapping my thumbs in their grip. Her body shuddered and the shudder came like a wave to her toes where my entrapped thumbs could feel it.

Her body stayed flexed in this position as a series of no less than 5 shudders waved over her body. Then it was calm, her toes released their grip on me, and her hands disappeared from her crotch. She had an incredible orgasm because the wet spot  included all of the crotch of her bottoms and had spread almost 6 inches down the legs of her tights. Her hands went back to their original position on the bed and her head and back reappeared as she was back on all fours.

She pulled her feet from my hands, looked back at me and said, "Now take off those shorts.” I wasted no time complying. As I was getting out of my boxers she placed her feet side by side on the mattress and spread her knees a little more. Then her feet began to move alternately as she flexed one ankle and then the other. This movement caused her feet to slide in opposite directions perhaps 4 inches or more per stroke. This was an easy motion for her because she used only her ankles and her feet rested on the bed.

I resumed my position, but put my heels outside my hips so I could sit down lower laying my balls on the soles of her feet, careful not to put too much weight on them. As she moved her feet back and forth, I was getting a very gentle ball massage on the soles of her feet. It was incredible and the pre-cum began to flow.

When sufficient pre-cum accumulated on the top half of my shaft, I shifted backwards a little so my balls were near her toes and pushed my shaft down between her feet. She squeezed her heels together so I was trapped between the arches and ankles of both feet with my balls resting on her toes. Then she resumed  her oscillating motion. My pre-cum quickly saturated her tights on the inside of her ankles and arches. I was getting intense pleasure, but because there was no piston like motion, there was also no danger of pulling the trigger.

This continued for several minutes. Then her left foot paused at the top of its stroke and when the right foot caught up to it, they moved together. At the bottom of her stroke all ten toes curled, gripping my balls for a second. They kept their grip for the first inch or so of the upstroke, tugging my balls up with them and then releasing. At the top of the stroke she also paused for a second or two. The strokes were slow and methodical. It was having an incredible effect on me but the pauses at each end of the stroke prevented me from cumming.

Then she gave me 3 or 4 strokes without the pauses, but then stopped completely, but maintained her grip and pressure. I was on the brink of cumming. I knew holding back never worked, so I tried something different. I made like I was trying to pee and in a couple seconds the urge to cum passed. This was a nice piece of learning! Then she resumed and gave me a few more continuous strokes and stopped again. Again I was on the edge and tried to pee. Same effect. She continued this method for 8 or 10 repetitions. Each time to the brink of orgasm and then stopped. It was incredible.

Then she relaxed her feet and my cock popped out from between them and bobbed in the air. I began to hump a little to move my balls back and forth on her feet and she said, “Stop that. Put your balls gently on my toes.” Who was I to argue? After I did that she said, “Hold this position and you won’t get hurt.”  I complied, especially since the implication was that if I did move, she would hurt me.

I knew what her feet could do. I once saw her attempt to pick up an egg with her toes and she crushed it. We had done the experiment in high school physics where you hold an egg in a fist and try to crush it, so I knew how hard it was to crush an egg. Her toes could be like a vice if she wanted them to, and my balls wanted no part of that action, so I was careful to hold my position.

She shifted her weight and spread her knees a little more. Then she shifted her feet slightly so that the soles faced each other a little, bit instead of being straight up. In this position all 10 toes could surround my balls. She said, “Each time your shaft’s wet enough, I want you to shift your position enough to wipe it dry on the soles of my feet. Each time choose a different spot until uou have all of both soles soaked, OK?  Then return to this position.”

I was sitting pretty much straight up. I could look down and see all of her magnificent soles with my shaft hovering above them like a crane above its target. Her toes began working their magic on the family jewels. As they wiggled, I saw the muscles in her arches flex and relax. Her toes were doing everything possible to me, flexing, gripping and relaxing alternately and together and randomly. My balls were moving around in my sack like two golf balls in the hand of a golfer waiting to tee off.

It felt great, but not as intense as I thought it would be. As the pre-cum began to flow from the head of my shaft I imagined what this would be like without tights. What if her feet were naked and well oiled? That would be incredible. With that thought the pre-cum really began to flow and in less than 30 seconds most of the underside of my shaft was coated. I shifted and wiped the shaft dry on a portion of her tight clad soles and returned to my position whereupon, her toes continued their work.

She added an effect. As her toes gripped together firmly but gently, she flexed her ankles just enough to tug at my balls. At first it was slow but then she made it faster until it was 4-5 short, quick tugs which were almost pulse-like. It caused my shaft to bob and made it seem like the pre-cum was squirting out. Actually, it was just running very freely, but the bobbing of the shaft was dislodging the pre-cum and it fell to her soles. I immediately had to shift and wipe my shaft off. It didn’t take long for her to figure out this was really speeding up the flow of pre-cum and so she continued it. Each time I returned to her toes after wiping, she would juggle my balls for a few seconds and then go to the pulse-like tugging. Each time she tugged, I had to return to wiping it off.

I had most of her soles covered and wet after about 10 wipes on each foot. Then she reminded me, “Don’t forget the heels. They need to be really wet.”

As we continued our process her back arched up again as her head disappeared and both her hands showed up on her womanhood once more. Again she was looking at me through her legs. Her hands went to work on her tousche and worked just as diligently as her toes had worked on me. This was so good I couldn’t decide whether to watch her feet or her hands. She was getting so worked up her fingers were actually glistening with her juices. Meanwhile, my wiping off was down to about every 15 seconds. The love juices were really flowing
now.

Then her feet stopped and she said, “Get off.” I hesitated and she repeated the command. I got off and slid back a little ways. Then she raised her feet said, “If there’s not enough lubrication, add some oil.” She began to rub her feet against each other and I could see that part of the area had dried off, so I got the KY liquid and added a generous stream from the big toe to the heal of each foot and another stream across the underside of the toes on each foot. She rubbed her feet together a little and they were so wet they made squishing noises. All the while she did this, her hands continued to work on her tousche.

She put her feet tight together and lowered them back down to the sheets. As I was getting back into position she said, “Sit on your heels,” so I did.  She was still looking at me through her legs and her hands were still busy on herself. She brought her feet up to me. First she grasped my balls with all 10 toes like she had done previously. She gave them a good workout for a minute or two. I was just as hard as before and the pre-cum was coming out again.

Then she gripped the shaft between her arches while she kept her toes on my balls and the heels of her feet were together so I could not slip out. She began flexing her ankles so her feet pointed like a ballet dancer. This pushed my shaft further into her arch tunnel until her soles were tight against my groin at the base of my shaft. Her toes were well behind my balls. She reversed the flexing which moved her heels up my abdomen, bringing her toes to my balls and more while my shaft slid almost out of her tunnel. This was a long, slow stroke with constant pressure. She continued this stroke; long, slow, and steady. On each down stroke, I would see my shaft would go between her ankles and emerge just past her heels. On each up stroke I would see it disappear between her arches and feel her toes pulling at my balls.

She increased the speed a little bit each time. Her hands had also increased their speed and intensity on her tousche. Her fingers were very wet and glistening in the light. I knew she would cum soon. Then on an upstroke she kept going until my shaft came all the way out of her arch tunnel and she squeezed her feet together so it could not go back in. She pushed her soles against me, pinning my shaft between her soles and my body. The head of my shaft was surrounded by a triangle made up of my abdomen and her two heels. Her toes were caressing my balls. As she flexed her ankles extending her feet they formed a cradle almost parallel to the bed. I leaned forward a little bit to keep contact with her soles and have moderate pressure.

She began to rock the cradle forward and backward, first in long slow strokes but each time they got a little faster and shorter. She was moaning slightly and I was getting very close to losing control. The strokes got shorter, faster, and firmer each time. Her hands were keeping pace and she had a real rhythm going. I felt that familiar boiling starting inside and as I glanced at her hand she reached a climax. It was unbelievable. Her juices were running out from between her fingers. The sight of that along with the sudden firmness of her stroke caused me to explode.

I shot a gusher that landed directly on her hand and quickly mixed with her juices. She continued her stroke and I continued to shoot. All of the first three shots hit her hand and butt. I continued to shoot, probably 8 or more times. After the first 3, each shot was a little shorter and I totally drenched her legs and ankles. I had never erupted like that before. I couldn’t believe I had that much jism!

As I started to go limp, she relaxed her feet a little and pulled her left foot out. Her right toes were still on my balls and my shaft lay up the length of her right sole. She moved her left knee out and turned her left foot placing it, sole up, on top of my shaft, pinning it down on her right sole. Her right toes worked the last bit of cum from my balls and she pulled her right foot up the underside of my shaft. The ball of her foot was pushing the cum up the shaft and it exited the tip and made a stream of cum from her right heel all the way to the ball of her foot. As the ball got to the head one last large clump of cum exited and dropped on to her foot.

As I got off her feet she raised her body with her hands, stretched out her legs, looked back at them and said, “Well, you look to be about a quart low.”

My wife and I have used Sexercise many times and with different variations. Most frequently is with tights or pantyhose and no lubricant. We’ve also done it with white knee highs, thicker than nylons, but not too thick. Occasionally we’ve done it with bare legs and feet, in which case lubrication is a necessity. My wife doesn’t always get off on it. Sometimes she does it just to please me. It’s one of the easier footjobs for her to do because the position requires very little energy and endurance.