The Foot Fetish Invitation
(Posted on Wednesday, March 13, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I met Eddie shortly after reading an ad that he had placed on one of those so-called swinger sites. Well, I didn't really meet him in person until later, but we got to know each other in e-mail after I answered his ad.

His ad intrigued me. In fact, it was quite mind blowing. It read, "Looking for people who would like to seduce my wife into getting tied up. You must enjoy giving massages and of course, you must be clean and disease-free. All replies will be answered."

I immediately shot off a short reply and was ecstatic when I received an answer back. Initially I had no idea what this guy's ad meant, but I was too curious to just let it pass by. Eddie and his wife, Sheila, were not actually swingers. In fact, as Eddie explained to me, Sheila only indulged his bondage games to please him as bondage really wasn't her thing. As he further explained to me, she wasn't into having other men make love to her, either, let alone sexually stimulate her. But as with the bondage games between them, she occasionally indulged his voyeristic fantasies as well and allowed him to bring other men over.

Eddie and I exchanged a number of e-mails in the course of about a month and a half, at which point he set up a time for me to come over to their place so that I could give his wife an "erotic massage."

The anticipation of what might happen really got me excited, especially when I read his last e-mail instructions to me. They read, "Park in front of our house at 8:30 p.m. Go to the side of the house near the garage and enter through our kitchen door, which I will leave unlocked for you. Very quietly lock up, walk upstairs to our master bedroom, which is at the end of the hall after you turn left at the top of the stairs. Undress and make yourself comfortable. By the time that you arrive, I will already be giving my wife a massage. When you are ready, you will step in to take my place. I'll be going in and out of the room, but mostly I'll be watching from my office just outside of the bedroom. Give my wife a good massage to get her in the mood and then take it from there as we have discussed in e-mail. Have fun!"

I could hardly believe that this guy was for real, but soon enough I was at his house at the appointed time, following his instructions implicitly.

Eddie had cautioned me that things might not be exactly as he had planned them with me because sometimes his wife would change her mind about things at the last minute, so he reminded me to just "play it by ear" when I arrived. Little did I know just how different things would be.

When I go to their home, I did exactly what Eddie had told me to do and soon found myself upstairs in their master bedroom. Upon entering their bedroom, I was pleasantly shocked to find that Eddie's wife, Sheila, was not only on the bed as he had told me she'd be, but that she was blindfolded, face up on the bed and tied in a spread eagled fashion. Supposedly she was going to be "waiting for her massage" and on her stomach, but as I saw her, she was expecting something else since she was already on her back. I didn't know what to think. Her wrists and ankles were in padded leather restraints that were secured to the four corners of the bed's frame. I had learned afterwards by e-mail that Sheila has become particularly horny shortly before I was scheduled to arrive, which is why she had been tied up this way.

I didn't immediately see Eddie, but he stepped out of their master bathroom and gave me a silent greeting just after I had entered the room. He had quite a grin on his face and just shrugged his shoulders as he motioned for me to get started. "Get started?" I asked myself. I thought, "Am I supposed to give her a massage as she was face up, or am I now expected to do something much more kinky?" I wasted no time getting undressed and was soon at the foot of the bed.

One of the things that I noticed right away was that Sheila's feet were about as perfect as they could be; at least from my perspective. They were about a size 8 1/2 with fairly high arches, symmetrically perfect toes, long, but not too long, they were nicely pedicured and with my favorite color, a deep, lush candy-apple red. Before I could even touch her feet, I could tell just by looking at them that they were soft, and they were. Very soft, silky and wonderfully creamy!

Just to tease her a bit, I very lightly touched both of her soles at the same time by stretching out my arms and tracing my fingers along her soles. She immediately arched her feet even more by pointing her toes and letting out a stuttered gasp of air as I marvelled at how lovely her soles wrinkled up from my touch. I flattened my hands and pressed my palms down again her soles, again noticing just how soft her feet really were. I was already feeling like I was in Heaven. I almost forgot that Eddie was even in the room watching me. I did notice that he very often left the room and stayed away for 10 minutes or so at a time. I didn't really know where he had gone and didn't care.

I hadn't actually confessed to Eddie about my foot fetish except to tell him that I loved giving foot massages, which was good for him because Sheila was quite fond of having her feet massaged, though he had told me that her feet were "rather ticklish." Even though she clearly took great care of her feet, I was pretty certain that Eddie didn't have a foot fetish himself. I had a feeling that if I did nothing else right during the evening, Sheila would surely enjoy the footplay that I was going to give her. But not then.

I decided to "play it by ear" as Eddie had suggested and treat her body to what it seemed to be waiting for, a good climax to start off the evening. But before I could go on with what Eddie wanted, and what Sheila was probably hoping for, I decided to do what I wanted. I tongued the soles of both of Sheila's feet, from heel to toe, just giving her soles a quick, long lick, and then I kissed the big toes of both of her feet.

Normally I would involve myself with a lot of foreplay, but under the circumstances of seeing just how turned on Sheila seemed to be as I began to stimulate her body from head to toe, especially since she was tied up as she was, I decided to follow her body language and get right to what she seemed to want. All the while, Eddie was pacing back and forth a bit, completely naked himself and beating off as he watched me play with his wife's naked, bound body. And again, he would suddenly disappear.

Noticing a couple of sex toys lying nearby for easy access, I grabbed what Eddie had described to me in e-mail as a Lady Bug to get Sheila's juices flowing. Her feet weren't going anywhere and I was perfectly happy, more than happy to do what I was doing. Eddie had described the device to me and told me how it worked. Generally the Lady Bug would be strapped around a woman's thighs, secured onto her hips, and placed ever so strategically onto her pussy and clit. With the vibrator turned on, both her pussy and clit would be stimulated at the same time.

Maybe it was pure luck or maybe it was because I watched Sheila's body language well as I began using the Lady Bug on her, but within only a couple of minutes, she was clearly at the brink of an orgasm. I kept pressure on the spot that seemed to be Sheila's most sensitive erogenous zone right as her body tensed up as her orgasm was building. I also turned up the vibrations of the Lady Bug, which was almost too much for her as her body jerked against the restraints and she gasped outloud, "No ... oohhhh!"

I remembered what Eddie had told me, that when his wife is tied up and she thinks that he might be out of the room and that someone else is alone with her, she will sometimes allow things to happen that she wouldn't otherwise let him do. Like turning up that Lady Bug massager to a high setting. Sheila did whisper rather loudly Eddie's name when I did that, and even though he was right there at the time, he just remained silent as if he was not there.

Again remembering something that Eddie had told me, I said to Sheila in a low voice, "Your husband's not here. He hasn't stepped into the room for at least 10 minutes. And with you all tied up like you are and helpless to stop me, I'm going to make you cum!"

"No, please ... don't make me cum," she pleaded.

Eddie's thumb went up to show me how pleased he was. A smile crossed his face to let me know that what I was doing, and seeing how his wife reacted to it, was one of his kinkier fantasies. It made him really horny to see another man force his wife to cum, especially when she would protest despite how badly she wanted to climax. I learned later, too, that it turned Sheila on to have someone force her to cum, especially when she would protest again it. It was a kinky game that they played, sometimes with others, and it was a game of which I was more than willing to play along.

It was terribly exciting for me, too, to see this beautifully bound women, practically in perfect shape, writhe against her restraints as her orgasm hit its climax and she exploded with an amazing intensity. In fact, as Eddie had told me in e-mail that she might have a female ejaculation if she gets really eroused, I wasn't completely surprised when Sheila's climax erupted into a full blown orgasm that culminated into a body-shaking female ejaculation. I had seen a couple of women ejaculate, but I knew that it was uncommon, so I relished in what I was seeing.

As Sheila ejaculated her cum into the air with her juices somewhat impeded by the Lady Bug vibrator, which was still pressed down onto her clit, her body shook as if she was almost having a seizure. Her sudden sensation of feeling and emotion were evident as she let out a low moan, followed by a protest to stop. "Oh, God! Please ... it's too much. Oh, please. Oh, God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

I was about ready to give this incredibly sexy woman some relief by giving her a break, but Eddie silently made it clear to me that this was what he wanted, this was what she wanted deep down, and in fact, this was certainly what I wanted, too. So I continued pressing the Lady Bug down against her clit, which was now engorged and sopped with her own juices.

"Oh  my God," she said to me out loud as her multiple orgasms started to subside. Tears were running down her face from underneath the blindfold. "That was incredible! Thank you."

"No, no, no, thank you," I told her.

"Is Eddie here?" she asked me. "Did he see you make me cum?"

I lied. "No, he's still out of the room."

"That figures," she said with a slight laugh. "He is so kinky!"

"I think it's great," I told her.

"Well, you don't see me complaining," she said. Then she added, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything." I replied. I liked that she was still tied up and blindfolded while she talked with me.

"Do you have a foot fetish?" she asked.

"I do," I confessed.

"I thought so," she replied back. "I like guys who have a foot fetish. My husband never gives my feet enough attention."

"That's a shame because you have perfect feet," I told her with admiration. Then I added, "Maybe I should have you turn over to give you that massage that you were expecting to get from me."

"I'd love that," she told me. "But I think I'm going to need a little help turning over," she teased.

"Of course." As I was releasing her from her bonds, I asked, "Would you mind very much if I tied up up again?"

"You're really into this, aren't you?" She asked.

"Sure," I told her. "It's a huge turn on!"

"What turns you on so much about it?" she asked.

"I find it very erotic to bring a woman to climax while she's tied up, especially when she's so turned on that she can barely take it," I explained to her.

"But do you have to have a woman tied up to do that?" she asked.

"No, but in order to bring a woman over the edge just past her usual tolerance, it helps a lot to have a woman tied up. That way," I continued, "I can go on without having to be stopped."

"Ohh, that is very kinky," she kind of laughed. "So what are you planning to do to me now?" she asked.

By then I had her wrists bound together and secured to the bed's frame above her head. I had also bound her ankles together as well as her legs, above and below her knees. As I sat on the back of her legs, I told her, "I think I'm going to tickle your feet right now."

"Tickle my feet?" she asked with a gasp. "But I don't know if I can take that. My feet are very ticklish," she explained.

By then, her husband Eddie had come into the room again to see what was happening. I had finally realized that he had pretty much been watching this whole time by looking at the reflections of mirrors that were along the entire closet, which took up one entire side of the bedroom. From his office and the hallway, he could easily see what was going on. "A voyeur's delight," I thought to myself.

I began the foot tickling by stroking each of her soles very lightly. She seemed to really like this as I could hear her moan. That was confirmed when she cooed to me, "Oh, that feels SO nice."

I glanced over to see a reflection of Eddie slowly stroking his cock while sitting in a chair in his office. As he watched me, and as Sheila occasionally gave contented moans of approval, I began kissing and licking her soles from heel to each and every toe. Then I took a moment's break to carefully insert a small vibrator into Sheila's pussy. It wasn't the easiest thing to do because Sheila was tied up the way that she was with her legs bound together, but as I has lubed the vibrator, it wasn't all that difficult either. Sheila welcomed the added stimulation as I went back to worshipping those perfect peds of her.

Reaching for a bottle of baby oil, and knowing that oiling up her soles would make them much more sensitive, I liberally covered her feet in the oil, knowing that they'd be especially ticklish for what I had in mind. I sat on the back of her legs as my cock grew with the anticipation of what I was about to do.

Eddie had become curious and had come back into the bedroom. I silently motioned to him that I was going to tickle his wife's soles and he silently gave me the green light to proceed.

As I dug into Sheila's soles, tickling them all over, she immediately screamed out in protest. "NO! Please! Oh, God! That TICKLES!!!" Then her protests were almost incoherent as she begged me to stop. Tears were streaming down her face.

Eddie was clearly enjoying the scene as he prodded me to continue. As I learned later from him in e-mail, there was no way that he could ever get away with doing that to his wife and he really got off seeing me tickle her so madly. He even told me that Sheila had confessed to him afterwards that even though she hated being tickled so hard, it had also given her one of the most exciting moments of her sex life. With the vibrator inside of her, combined with the foot tickling, she had cum so hard that she told Eddie that she had almost passed out from it.

Eddie explained to me in e-mail afterwards, "It was really funny. Here she is," referring to his wife, "bitching at me for letting her get tickled so hard, and when I asked her if I should have stopped the tickling, she told me, 'but then I wouldn't have had such an enormous orgasm had you stopped him.'" She also admitted that she wanted Eddie to invite me back, and subsequently, I've been back a number of times.

After tickling the soles of her feet so fevorishly and obviously seeing that, despite the protests, she was cumming profusely, I decided to fuck her feet. With her wrists, legs and ankles still bound together, I inserted my cock in between her feet as her oiled soles expertly pressed against my hard, throbbing cock. In less than a minute I exploded with a geyser of cum, spraying it all over her soles, legs and ass as I pulled my cock out from in between her soles. Some of my cum even hit as high as her back and neck. I shuddered in satisfaction.

Afterwards, I untied her and the three of us went swimming in their heated pool where I once again sucked on each and every one of her toes. As I mentioned earlier, I've gone back over to their place a number of times and have become pretty good friends with both of them. With Eddie's knowledge and approval, I've even had a lot of private e-mail and phone conversations with Sheila.

It's been a great experience that continues to this day. I wanted to share this with you readers, hoping that you enjoyed the story. As the webmaster of this site is apt to say, "have lots of great foot fetish fun!"