My Wife, Chapter 3, Episode 5: The Trap
(Posted on Tuesday, June 26, 2001)
This story was submitted by Blueboy.

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Over time my wife learned that frequent foot sex, as one part of a more holistic sex life, was a very good thing. Allowing the male periods of a week or more between sexual activity generally results in a reduced libido. So, foot sex meets several needs for her. It creates frequency when she isn’t in the mood for copulation. It serves as great foreplay, and it offers great variety.

My wife understands the variety part very well. She knows that the visual nature of it is very exciting to me, so she dresses differently depending on what she has planned. She has learned my favorite colors and clothing types and uses them together effectively. She knows that bare feet, oil, socks, and stockings are also interesting variations. She also knows that soles and toes can be used very effectively in various combinations. She has combined these with different techniques to create surprise and adventure.

My wife prefers bare feet in foot sex because, most times, it is foreplay and bare feet improves her readiness almost as much as it does mine. But she also treats me to tours of her feet while wearing white socks or nylons with some frequency. On a most recent adventure, she surprised me with nylons at a time when I wasn’t even expecting sex.

She had gone to bed early, before the news even ended. I stayed up to watch the weather and sports news and decided to enjoy Leno’s monologue before retiring. When I shut off the TV, I proceeded with my usual pre-bedtime routine. I prepared the coffeemaker for morning, checked all the doors and windows, and turned off the lights as I went. My last stop is the hallway to the bedrooms, at the end of the kitchen counter where I turn off my cell phone and the kitchen light. The only light left on is the hallway. I leave the door to the bedroom open and the hall light on to give a little light to change by without turning on the bedroom light and disturbing my wife. I disrobe and put on my usual boxers and tee shirt (in the winter it’s old sweats).

I notice that my wife is on her side in the fetal position, facing away from me. For her, sleeping positions vary greatly, so I made nothing of it, especially since she wasn’t mad at me. If she had been mad at me, this position would have meant, “don’t touch me.” I stepped into the hall and turned off the light and carefully made my way back to the bed and slipped under the covers.

My wife almost always wakes up, at least a little, when I get into bed because she is a very light sleeper. She wiggled and adjusted slightly, but did not look at me or turn at all. I settled into my usual position on my back and relaxed. I was getting dreamy but had not drifted off yet when I felt the sole of my wife’s foot on my right thigh. As it massaged slightly the feeling was electric. She was wearing nylons of some type. The foot on my thigh was not unusual. In fact, this was a typical invite from my wife.

A minute or so passed and the second sole arrived at my thigh a little below the first. The invite was getting stronger. It, too, was clad in nylon. For a minute or so the two feet maneuvered their way around my thigh, massaging and stroking. Then her left foot moved and made its way above my thigh to my groin where it felt its way around. I determined that this was not just an invite. It was a seduction. It didn’t take long for the wiggling of her foot around my groin and the sound of the nylon rubbing on my boxers to have their effect. The object of her peds' attention grew rapidly and I quickly decided to be a willing participant in the adventure.

I turned onto my side facing her so her feet had a better angle on their target. They quickly responded and stepped up their assault on my manhood. They moved it around in different positions and continued their massaging, all the while working from outside my boxers. The sound of the nylon on my boxers was intensified as was my reaction to the affection.

I decided to explore what the future had in store for me, so I moved a hand over to her thigh and up it to her hip. She was wearing pantyhose, but she had her short pajamas on over it. I could tell they were her normal pantyhose, my favorites, because they were very soft, sheer, and thin. Some nylons had grains and when you massage with the grain they’re nice, but when you go against the grain they’re like sandpaper and can be quite painful when the stroke becomes rapid or forceful. Others, like tights, are soft but thick. They’re nice, but they reduce the feel of the foot. But these were my favorites because you can feel the foot through the nylon and the nylon is soft and without grain.

My wife has also learned that the technique with nylon is a little different than with socks or bare feet. With nylon she is much more gentle. She has learned that the nylon is more effective when it is brushing or rubbing lightly. She never increases force unless there is fabric in between or until the last minute or two.

I moved my hand again to maneuver into her crouch, but she brushed it away with her left hand. I stroked her lower spine with a finger, but she brushed that away also. She didn’t want any mutual attention, so I took that as a sign that this adventure was to be a treat for me. I decided to relax and enjoy it.

After a little while her right foot made its way to the leg opening of my boxers and wiggled in getting her toes on my balls. At the same time her left foot moved up and wiggled in beneath my waistband. The sole of her foot pinned my manhood against my abdomen and her feet worked in unison, massaging the head and upper shaft and balls.

The feeling was exquisite, but I improved my staying power by trying to think about other things. Not surprisingly, her feet soon grabbed my attention back with their affections.

She didn’t maintain this action for too long because she knew it could bring the evening to a premature conclusion. Soon she removed her foot from my balls and brought it up and in under the waistband with her left foot. There they took turns playing with the head and shaft. During this, I began to realize that they were clad in different nylons. The right foot felt a little different, like the nylon was thicker.

About this time she moved both feet to the side and used her toes in an attempt to push my boxers down to my knees. I lifted my butt to assist her and then put my head under the covers to push the boxers down further to where I could get them off using just my feet. While I did this, two things happened. The first was that her feet resumed their attention to my manhood while I was pushing my boxers down and secondly, with the full moon, only a sheet on us, and her legs very close to my face as I bent down, I could see clearly that she was wearing a black nylon knee high on her right leg over the pantyhose. I had no idea why, but figured I would find out eventually.

After I got the boxers off, she shifted her position just a little so that her legs were bent at the knee and comfortably reached my manhood. She continued to play with it in a variety of ways and frequently changed their position so as not to allow a rhythm to develop. Then I suddenly found out why she had on the second nylon.

She pinned my manhood between the top of her left foot and the sole of her right. She worked her right foot up the shaft until the ball of her foot was on the head of my dick. She worked it around and pushed it against me and suddenly she slid it down my shaft. It felt like I was in a nylon sleeve between her two feet. Then she moved her left foot and I could feel the sole of it on my abdomen. But it still felt like I was in a nylon sleeve. I looked down and I was! She had apparently cut a slit of about 2” across the sole of the outer nylon about 2 inches from the toe. When she had wiggled her foot around, she had worked the head of my dick into the slit, so when she slid her foot down the shaft, my manhood slid between the two nylons. The stretch of the outer nylon kept my manhood pinned against the sole of her foot. Wherever she moved her foot, my manhood moved along with it.

She shifted slightly and I felt her fingers down by her foot and on my balls. She pulled the toe portion of the outer nylon open at the slit and slipped it over my balls. It was quite snug as the slit was barely big enough to go around the base of my dick and balls. I was completely in between the two nylons. She began to play with the toes of her foot, which caused them to grip, squeeze, and massage my balls randomly. She wasn’t moving her foot, just her toes, and I was getting very hot.

Then she began to slide her foot up and down in very short but firm strokes. On the down stroke she would pause and her toes would squeeze my balls. I began to match her rhythm. She must have sensed that I was near the brink because she stopped all activity. I continued to try to pump against her sole, but she allowed her foot to float with me so that I couldn’t really push against it. Then I felt pressure from her left sole on my abdomen as she pulled her right foot away slightly and I couldn’t push against it at all.

I looked down to see what was happening and the sight was unbelievable. She began to just wiggle her right foot and squeeze my balls with her toes. The head of my dick was pressed tightly into the heel of the out nylon. She could tell by my breathing that I was very close and she moved her left foot from my abdomen and used the top of it to press my manhood tight against her right sole. With her right toes curled under my balls, she began a push-pull with both feet together. She made the stroke as long as possible considering the constraint of the nylon and her strokes became very firm and rhythmic. After less than a minute of this, I felt that familiar feeling down deep. I began to cum and she continued her firm push-pull throughout it. I was shooting streams of hot cum, but it had nowhere to go. The sole of her foot and my manhood were drenched in cum and some of it strained through the outer nylon. The hot slippery cum all over me and the sight of it coming through the nylon made me cum even harder. Her foot was drenched. I must have had at least 10 good volleys. When I stopped she ceased her pumping and moved her left foot away. After I went limp, I had to use my hands to extricate myself from her manhood trap.