The Arrangement
(Published on Tuesday, April 15, 2003)
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I wanted to share a story about my husband's other kink, which he combines quite nicely with his fetish for feet (see The Shrimping Episode). My husband is clearly one of the kinkiest guys I've ever known. Generally, I like that about him. On the other hand, when I'm just not in the mood for that kind of fun, he can be a real pain in the neck about his kinky pursuits. What's with you guys about wanting to have sex all of the time? And you kinky guys are the worst! 

I'm not complaining. I'm just pointing out yet another male/female thing. It's the old Mars/Venus difference that we men and women have with each other. I'm just as up for a good old romp in the bedroom as any healthy and sexually active woman would be, and men for that matter, but you guys have to understand and accept that we women have to go at our own speed. So take it easy with us, okay? We'll get there with you. Just don't push it! Be cool! 

Before I get off of my high horse and rant, to those guys who want women to have foot fetish fun with you, slow down to our speed for a bit and you'll get plenty of action. In fact, you might even get more than you can handle. Please us with a really nice foot massage. A really good one. A really long one. Then if you can't help but to start sucking our toes and licking our soles, make sure that we're in the mood for your kinky pleasures. Personally, especially after a really good foot massage, I'm not going to complain when you start getting sexual with my feet. In fact, I'm going to enjoy it! I find it incredibly erotic when some guy is shrimping my toes and having his way with my feet! But don't think that's going to make me cum; not that alone. You need to get busy elsewhere to make that happen. 

I'm not going to tell you about the first time that my husband surprised me with his other kink, not now, because even though it ended up being an exciting first experience, and a complete surprise to me at the time, in retrospect it was a relatively boring experience. I'll have to elaborate about that in another story.   For now my lips are sealed.   On with my story of The Arrangement ...

My husband and I were having an especially good week and we were feeling rather frisky. We have a good sex life even though it can be infrequent at times just because there is so much other stuff going on. This was one of those times. But it was okay. My sex switch was turned on again with a very naughty e-mail from my husband. It read, "How about an erotic massage this coming Saturday evening? If you are interested, let me know when I can find you ready and willing for some kinky fun. Love, yours truly."

"Ready and Willing." I knew what that meant. I was more than ready. I'm not always in the mood to have kinky sex, but this time I was, and it was only two days away.

So I wrote him back. "Saturday at 8:00 p.m. I'll page you."

I don't remember exactly what happened the rest of that Thursday, or the following Friday, but I remember Saturday pretty well. My husband and I had a nice breakfast out that morning, after waking up late, and we had a nice swim that afternoon in our pool. I could tell that my husband was anxious about the evening ahead, and horny, too, because he could hardly keep his hands off of me in the pool. I love having sex in the water, so when my husband started making love to me in the pool as we lounged in the sun, I put up no resistance whatsoever. I must have cum three or four times.

At around 7:00 p.m., after a salad for dinner, I headed into the bedroom for a nice long bath. My husband took off to do some errands and to do a little shopping. He wouldn't return until I paged him a few minutes before 8 o'clock. That was the plan and I was looking forward to it.

At 7:55 p.m. I stepped out from my bath and paged my husband. The only message I left on his numeric pager was the number "5." That meant I would be ready in 5 minutes, right at 8:00 p.m. I lit a bunch of candles around the bedroom to set the mood, put on some Barry White music on the stereo, and then I readied myself for his arrival.

The day before I had painted my toenails a candy apple red color, my husband's favorite, and I had given myself a really good foot care treatment. I always keep my feet in good condition anyway, but I took even more care to make sure that my size 7 1/2's would be as tempting as they could be. My feet were still a bit wrinkly from the bath, but I knew that would turn my husband on even more, as he likes wrinkly soles. My feet were especially soft from the foot care treatment that I had given them the previous day. Even I seemed to get a little turned on by them despite the fact that I don't have a foot fetish myself. I just know how much a pair of sexy feet turns on guys who have a foot fetish like my husband. I knew that my husband would be salivating when he first came into our bedroom, especially the way that he would find me.

Bondage fun is one of my husband's other kinks. There is nothing more exciting to him to find me tied up and helpless before him. Bondage isn't my thing. It's his. But I do have to admit that I find it exciting to know how excited he gets whenever I'm tied up. So that part of it excites me. The actual sexual stimulation while I'm tied up and essentially unable to stop him from making me cum is very satisfying, as you can imagine. So I can pretty easily forgive his kinky ways.

Fortunately for me, bondage to him is just a way to have some extra fun. He's not a control freak kind of guy. Not in the traditional sense. He just really gets off on making me cum while my body loses control over its bodily functions. When I'm in the right frame of mind to have kinky sex with him, there is nothing more satisfying than to have him bring me to climax, especially when he forces me to have multiple orgasms.

At about a minute before 8:00 p.m., I looked around the room to make sure that everything was in place. I laid face down on the bed on top of a couple of large beach towels, secured a blindfold around my head and over my eyes, and then slipped my wrists into a pair of fur-lined handcuffs that were secured in place in the middle at the the top of the bed. Then I waited.

Usually I don't have to wait long at all because my husband is very prompt, but this time the wait was at least 5 minutes. It almost put me in a foul mood, for him to be late, but when I suddenly heard what sounded like either the front or back door of the house opening and closing, my mood changed back to one of excitement and anticipation.

I heard what sounded like somebody taking their clothes off, and then I felt someone straddle my backside. Knowing my husband as I do, it wouldn't have surprised me in the least if what I felt was actually another person and not my husband. I have to be in the mood for that, too, but on this evening I could really care less. I just wanted a nice, long massage. So that's yet another kink of my husband's, watching others play with me until they bring me to a climax. He's a true voyeur.

For the longest time, I couldn't quite understand how that kind of thing excited someone. I'm not a voyeur at heart, so it took me a while to understand it. It wasn't until I surprised my husband with another women after blindfolding and tying him up that I really understood it. Again, it's probably a Mars/Venus kind of thing. It was my birthday gift to him, and it's a story that I'll have to tell you another time. As you can probably guess, my husband loved his birthday surprise. 

So there I was, not caring whether or not my husband had decided to surprise me with another man. My only thought was, if he did bring someone else in, "Will he give me a good massage?" After learning about, and coming to an appreciation for my husband's kinky ways, I decided long ago just to enjoy the moment and to be selfish in completely allowing myself some guilty pleasures. The more gulty pleasures I had, the better, and if my husband got off on it, then more power to the both of us. 

I don't know if it was because one of my favorite Barry White songs was playing, or if this guy was a really good masseur, but I suddenly started zoning out and practically forgetting my surroundings. It soon became evident, though, that this guy really knew how to give a good massage. Still, hearing Barry White in the background didn't hurt. 

With all due respect to my husband, I also quickly realized that, indeed, another man was massaging my naked body. When my husband wanted to, he gave a really good massage, but this guy's massage was incredible! He had my business! 

Although I didn't pick up on it right away, because I had soon gone into such a zombie state, it dawned on me that my husband, somebody, was playing with my feet while I was being massaged. For a moment I wondered if my husband had brought in yet another person to help stimulate me. Frankly, I could care less. The way that this guy was massaging me was thorough and professional. He had been working on my back the whole time, starting with my lower back, and working his way up to my neck. Every once in a while I could even hear my back crack a little bit. It felt great. I could really feel my body's aches and pains disappear. He took a lot of time working each and every inch of my back and neck, repeating the process unitl I was putty in his hands. He also began massaging my buttocks, which I really loved. Then one of my upper thighs, the lower part of that same leg, and then one of my feet.

Whoever was playing with my feet during the initial part of the massage, lightly brushing their fingers along each of my soles, and then shrimping each one of my toes, also started giving me a thorough massage, just at the time when this guy first started working on one of my thighs. They did the same with my other thigh, in tandem with the other guy's massage. For a moment I got giddy and flashed a quick daydream in my mind of hunky twins who were massaging me from head to toe. But then, "Highly unlikely," I thought. There is no way that my husband could score two super hunky guys who just happened to be expert masseurs and have foot fetishes. No way! Still, that quick little daydream was nice. That's the advantage of wearing a blindfold. Some things are better left unknown.

At one point these guys began to simultaneously shrimp my toes with little abandon. It felt wonderful! They were clearly guys with a foot fetish, and I was loving every single moment. I don't exactly remember when it was that I realized that my husband must have surely brought in two guys, and not just one, but I distinctly remember a few moments when my husband, somebody, was clearly beating themselves off while both of my feet were being shrimped. It's a pretty unique sound. I couldn't know this for sure, but then again, I didn't really care, nor did I want to waste my time thinking about it. I chose to remain selfish and to take in every single kinky moment.

Nobody had even touched me where it counted the most, just brushing by my pussy and clit to tease and titillate me into wanting more, but I was already very, very wet. I was glad that those thick beach towels were beneath my body, because I aniticpated getting sopped with my own juices if this kind of stimulation kept going on.

I didn't know it for sure until later, but at this point they had massaged me for just over an hour, and they were only half done. I was gently turned over onto my back. The fur-lined handcuffs were still securely locking my wrists and arms into place, but I was very comfortable. At this point my ankles were slipped into soft fur restraints that were secured to the corners of the bed. My naked body was in an upsidedown Y-shape with my wrists secured together above my head, and my legs spread apart with ankle restraints to keep me in place.

There were two people, one at each of my feet, sucking on my toes and lightly tickling and massaging each of my soles at the same time. A third person was slowly teasing my pussy and clit with their tongue and mouth, and at least one vibrator, bringing me close to a climax, but they would stop just as I started to climax. Still, I kept having a series of small, and yet very satisfying orgasms, and it was driving me a bit mad. I wanted more. I know it was terrible and naughty for me to want this, but I had lost all abandon by then and really wanted someone to fuck me.

What happened next kind of shocked me. It even surprised me, though it shouldn't have knowing my husband as I do. I was honestly confused by a sudden sensation of somebody's cock slightly touching my lips. The confusion that I felt was because I also felt a mouth softly sucking on each one of my nipples as it alternated between one and the other. In my mind I couldn't really picture the scene before me. I was suddenly desperate to have my blindfold removed. My curiosity had gotten the better of me. I softly called out to my husband, but somebody else whispered into my ear instead.

"Are you okay?" It was a woman's voice.

"Yes," I stammered, "yes." Then, with a nervous laugh in my voice, I bluntly asked, "How many are you?" The sentence wasn't really clear, but it did make sense.

Some man's voice asked, "Should we tell her or just show her?"

The woman's voice I had first heard suggested to the others, "Let's ask her." With a soft brush of my hair and a gentle voice, she whispered in my ear, "It's your call. Do you want me to take your blindfold off, or would you like to leave it on?"

It dawned on me that this woman's voice sounded vaguely familiar. I suddenly blushed with embarassment because I thought that she might be someone I actually knew. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out anyone whom I knew who would be here with me like I was. For a moment I panicked. "What if she was someone I knew?" I asked myself. I wasn't sure what to do.

In all of my confusion I had completely forgotten about my husband. I didn't even remember or know to call out to him. Instead, I rather meekly asked this same woman, "Your voice sounds familar. Do I know you?"

Being a little coy, she said to the others, "I don't know, guys. Does she know me?"

It was then that I was pretty sure that this woman was not as familiar to me as I thought she might have been. Suddenly I was relieved and announced, "Okay. Take my blindfold off."

"Are you sure?" This same woman asked.

I was sure. "Yep."

"Hang on a second," I heard a man's voice say. Then to me he asked, "Did you know that a woman was in the room with you?"

I did, but I didn't. I mean, I really hadn't given it much thought, and nothing that had been done to me to that point made it clear to me that a woman was present. I didn't even smell any perfume. I thought that I'd be honest about it, so I replied, "It was hard to tell."

As one of my nipples was suddenly licked, a male voice asked, "Was that a male or a female?"

Then my clit was suddenly tongued. That same female voice asked, "Male or female?"

I was just too confused to answer correctly. I would only be able to reply with an educated guess. I kind of laughed and announced, "Okay. You've got me. I can't really say for sure."

At that point I thought that they would remove my blindfold, but by now my body was being stroked and massaged, and each of my feet were being shrimped again by two people at the same time. When I suddenly felt someone's cock slowly slide into my pussy, quite easily I might add, I gasped outloud. Whomever was now fucking me was really doing an expert job, and I couldn't tell if the person fucking me was my husband or not. I almost didn't care. I just wanted to be fucked.

While I was being fucked, somebody else had their face pressed up against my ass and was tonguing me there. There was also someone stimulating my clit with their tongue and fingers. And I soon realized, too, that a vibrator was also inside of me, fucking my pussy alongside that throbbing cock. No wonder it felt so good. Each one of my nipples were being sucked at the same time, and a cock was resting against my lips. Not knowing if that cock was my husband's or not, and not even caring one way or the other, I opened my mouth and took it in, appreciating the fact that whosever cock it was, they were not forcing it into my mouth. I immediately tasted the wonderful flavor of honey dust on this waiting cock, so I happily took it into my mouth and hungrily tongued and sucked it. Their cock was removed and replaced with a warm, sweet mouth. Their lips pressed against mine as I opened up to french kiss an exploring tongue. Chocolate. Hmmm. And strawberries. Somebody was thinking!

I could feel a huge orgasm building inside of me. Whomever was fucking me was hitting me right on my g-spot, or maybe it was that vibrator helping things along. It didn't matter. I was about ready to explode. Just as I was about to climax, the person kissing me removed my blindfold and revealed a very handsome face. It was not my husband's, which made me immediately look up to reveal his beaming face above me. My husband was the one who was fucking me so nicely in perfect rhythm to that pulsating vibrator. His eyes were closed, stupid man, but it was him who was clearly in the waves of passion, fucking me senseless. How could he not look?

Then my husband's eyes opened. He smiled at me with lust and abandon, and in sync with me, both of us automatically looked over to our full length wall mirror, me to my left, and him to his right. Wow! I could hardly believe it. It was hard for me to concentrate because of my impending climax, the enormity of which I had never felt before, but a gaggle of bodies were all stimulating me at the same time. Seeing this caused my body's senses to go haywire, though I say this with positively complete satisfaction. I practically passed out from the climatic ecstacy that raced from the whole of my g-spot, to the tip of my clit, to the entire walls of my dripping pussy, and throughout my entire body.

Thank goodness that I didn't pass out. The incredibly powerful sensations that ripped throughout my entire being literally made my body convulse with a shuddering crescendo of total bliss. I know that it was an illusion, but it seemed as if static electricity in an explosion of intense energy bounced off of the gaggle of bodies that were causing me to explode in a bliss of ecstacy. One by one, some at the same time, sometimes with grunts, gasps and screams, everyone seemed to have exploded with really intense orgasms. I had a series of very intense orgasms, one seemingly stronger than the next, until I climaxed with a huge geyser of a female ejaculation, and then two smaller ones after that, which felt no less powerful than the first.

"Oh my God!" I heard someone say.

Somebody else chimed in, "Now that was intense!"

When an evidentally still hungry foot fetishist suddenly raked his fingers along the soles of one of my feet, I yelled out, "Oh, God, that tickles!" Because my body's nerve endings were now super sensitive because I had cum so many times, my feet were especially ticklish.

One of the women, still feeling playful, put my other foot in a armlock and started fiendlishly tickling the sole of my trapped foot. I could hardly stand the sensations that it was causing. The guy on my other foot did the same, and the two of them went at it without mercy.

"Oh ... my ... God! Oh, God. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" It wasn't just the foot ticking that made me lose control again. The sensations of having the soles of both of my feet tickled so mercilessly, along with someone else pressing a vibrator down against my clit, and then somebody else fucking my pussy with yet another vibrator all at the same time, caused my body to convulse and spew out another huge female ejaculation. This time the geyser kept exploding up against the vibrator. Immediately afterwards, hardly able to contain myself, my body practically melted away right into the bed. My body was totally and completely spent.

My handcuffs were removed, but I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I just laid there as the people around me started massaging my enite body again, more in a loving way than a real massage. Most of them were spent, too. The only energy really left in the room were two hungry mouths that were more than happy and willing to continue shrimping my toes, and kiss and lick my soles. I wasn't about to stop them. I just love a guy with a foot fetish. 

Out of character for me, after everyone went home, I said to my husband, "Anytime you want to surprise me like that again, just go for it. I'm game."