Chapter 3, Episode 8: The Invasion of Long John Silver
(Published on Monday, January 20, 2003)
This story was submitted by Blueboy.

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"Chapter 3, Episode 7" on December 26, 2002.

Sometimes my wife underestimates how much her feet turn me on. Recently, I've been working evenings in the garage on some woodworking that will improve our study. We live in the midwest and in January, the garage is about 20 degrees Fahrenheit (below zero centigrade). When I do this I wear my long John's (long thermal underwear) but even with them on, after a couple hours in the garage, I'm pretty chilled.

On a recent evening I came in from the garage a little past ten. Everyone was in bed and I could hear the bath tub draining as my wife emerged from her before-bed bath. After shutting off the lights, I headed to the bedroom. It was warm and cozy. My wife had just climbed into bed. I sat on the bed and took off my shoes. Then I peeled off my sweatshirt and my pants, followed by my socks. I put them away and sat on the edge of the bed ready to take off my long Johns. Before I could start my wife said, "You look cold."

"I am," I replied. "I can't wait to get my pajamas on and get under the covers to warm up."

"You don't have to get under the covers to warm up," she said. "Lay back and I'll warm you up."

In a flash she was on top of the bed covers. She was wearing her Victoria Secret pajamas which resembled long underwear, only looser fitting. I laid back as she sat beside me and immediately began massaging my face, ears, and neck with the soles of her feet. They were soft, smooth, and warm from the bath. On my chilled skin, they felt hot & wonderful. I said, "Your feet smell great."

She said, "You like it? I used the perfumed body lotion you gave me for Christmas."

I said, "Oh, yeah."

Her feet were so nice and smelled so great, I immediately began to get hard. The sensation of my hot hard-on against the chilled skin of my inner thigh was interesting. I could feel my dick straining against the fabric of my long Johns. With the lights on it was certainly apparent to my wife also. A minute or two went by and she said, "You seem to be enjoying this a lot."

"Of course," I said. "Your feet are soft, smooth, hot, and they smell great. Plus, we haven't had sex in almost a week."

"I can warm you up more," she said and she shifted herself a little. Then her right foot left my face and began fiddling with my dick. She was wiggling it into the front placket of my long Johns. She got her whole foot in there so now while her left foot was massaging my face, her right was massaging my dick and balls. I was in heaven.

I could feel the pre-cum on the tip of my dick as her feet continued to work on me. Then she said, "Your face feels warmer now." Then she moved her left foot from my face, shifted herself a little more and I saw her left foot invade my long Johns by going under the waistband in front. Now both feet were working on my manhood. Laying there with the lights on watching her feet work their magic was unbelievable. I was getting really hot and she knew it because my breathing was getting rapid and shallow.

Then she said, "Roll toward me on your side." At this point I would do anything she said, so I rolled toward her onto my right side. She shifted slightly so she was mostly on her back. Her left foot was between my abdomen and my dick and the sole of it was massaging my dick. Her right foot was pointed down, the heel on the head of my upright dick and the toes on my balls. As is stroked up and down it pressed my dick against the arch of her left foot which was working in rhythm with the right foot.

I couldn't take much more of this and I said, "You'd better stop soon."

"Why?" she said, "You're not warm enough yet."

"Oh, I'm quite warm now," I replied.

Then she put her left arm under my head and as my head rested on her left shoulder her hand reached in and pulled on my brow so my face looked more toward the ceiling than at her. Her face moved in so her mouth was a fraction of an inch from my right ear. I felt her left hand move down my chest to my left nipple which it began to play with and her right hand moved to my right nipple and began massaging it. The movement of her feet now seemed less playful and more purposeful. Then her lips, almost on my ear, whispered, "I'll know you're warm enough when you melt."

Then her tongue began to explore every crevise of my ear and I could feel her hot breath. I moved my hips and her feet joined my rhythm. It took about 30 seconds and my manhood erupted with volley after volley. With her tongue firmly in my ear I continued to hump and her feet continued pumping me in rhythm to my pumping. As I pushed against her feet for one final, lasting thrust, her feet became stationary in their grip on me and the toes of her right foot clinched my balls firmly squeezing every bit of jism out of them.

I lay there motionless, in ecstacy, while she continued her hold on me. As I began to soften she removed her tongue from my ear and it was replaced with her hot breath. Her right foot released its grip and I felt her toes apply pressure at the base of my shaft and then slide slowly and firmly up the shaft forcing every bit of jism out of me.

As she extricated her cum covered feet from my long Johns and looked down at them she said, "Wow, that was some meltdown!"

I couldn't agree more.