Kinky Motel Foot Fetish Fun
(Published on Wednesday, August 11, 2004)
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A few years ago I met Brad on-line. Over time we got to know each other. For months we had chatted about how great it would be to surprise his wife Cherie, after he had stripped her naked, and tied her down in bed. Part of the allure for me would be that I could have my way with her feet. Brad liked that idea, too, as he also had a foot fetish. The thing is, we happen to live clear across the country from each other, so it was all basically just a wet dream. At least it was until he hatched up a deliciously devious plan that really got my blood pumping.

Brad often travels around the country on business, though most of the time he's alone. As it turns out, he happens to stay in the city I live in a couple of times a year. When he told me that he was bringing Cherie along for the ride this time around, and that there "might be a chance to make our dreams a reality," I jumped at the chance. Brad also told me that the "planned seduction" of his wife wasn't "a guarantee," but that we'd "have to play things by ear," which was perfectly fine by me. I'm easy that way, and boy did it pay off!

That very first time we actually met in person was at a small motel just outside of the city where I live. Just before 8:30 p.m., as instructed, I picked up an envelope with my name on it from the front desk. Inside the envelope was a key to room number 212, which was upstairs from where I had parked. There was also a note inside, as I had expected there to be, because it was part of the plan. The note was actually for Cherie. I was to read it to her is due time.

I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. The room had two twin beds in it. Brad was on the closest bed to me, completely naked, and he was slowly stroking himself. He smiled my way without saying a word, and motioned for me to get comfortable. But I hardly paid him any attention. What caught my eye was Cherie on the next bed over. She was completely naked with her wrists and ankles secured to the corners of the bed with soft cotton ropes. She also had what appeared to be a blue towel kind of draped over her head, and covering her eyes. Man, oh man!

I was a little surprised that Cherie hadn't said a word to me as I stepped into the room. This wasn't entirely unexpected. Brad had told me that when he and Cherie played their little bondage and roleplaying games together at home, she'd often say nothing, and if she did say something, she'd usually say very little. As usual with them, Brad was hoping that Cherie would think that he was coming into the room himself, and that he'd roleplay that he was a complete stranger. In fact, what was written on that note was often part of the roleplaying that they would do together, and I was more than happy to be playing that role.

I undressed, laid my clothes on a chair that was near the door, and then quietly knelt down at the foot of the bed. I could smell the scented bath oils that Cherie loved to use while bathing. Her feet and toes looked soft and wrinkly from the bath I assumed, but I could also see that her soles were naturally wrinkly, which was a turn-on for me.

As Brad stayed on the other bed playing with himself and watching, I started lightly tracing the right sole of Cherie's foot, and sucking on each one of her delicious toes. She moaned in approval, and still remained completely quiet otherwise. I took my time having my way with her feet, and noticed that she was actually pretty ticklish. I have a bit of a tickling fetish, too, so seeing how ticklish she was only served to arouse me even more. I worked my way up along each of her legs after taking care to kiss, lick, and tongue each of her feet from heel to toe.

I guess I hadn't been paying much attention to my surroundings, as my whole world then was only inches from my face as I explored her naked body with my hands, fingers, cock, mouth, and tongue, but it soon dawned on me that the blue towel had almost come away from her eyes.

By then I had almost forgotten that Brad was in the room, though by now he had made his way down onto the floor on the other side of that first bed, and out of any clear view from our side of the room. Cherie had already gotten extremely wet, and I had barely even touched her pussy or clit, only passing over that area just to get her horny for more.

Cherie was clearly enjoying herself, and wanting to be pleasured more, so it was time to go on to the next stage of Brad's plans. I was nonetheless a little nervous about going to the next stage, because as Brad had explained it, neither he nor Cherie had ever gone past their roleplaying scenarios. So despite how turned on and excited that Cherie would get while roleplaying such a scenario, she had never actually had another man play with her before. Sure, they fantasized about it, but that's a far cry from actually making it a reality.

With a little dread and apprehension, I very slowly removed the towel that had been covering Cherie's eyes. I knew that this would be the moment of truth. As I had agreed, in a worst case scenario, Brad would simply pop up into existence, and I would make a quick exit after throwing on my clothes. But to my surprise, and to Brad's hopeful wishes, Cherie just kind of sighed and said, "Oh, God. Who are you?"

"My name is Tom," I told her. "I'm a friend of your husband's. I'm only here to give you pleasure." I then stammered and added, "Uh ... oh, yeah, I have a note." I reached for the note in my pocket, and instead slapped my naked thigh. "Whoops, uh, hang on." I ran over to my clothes, reached down, and retrieved the note. Looking down at Brad, but trying not to see him for fear of giving up his position, I saw him give me a thumbs-up signal. A smile a mile wide lit up his face.

"Where's Brad," Cherie asked almost in a whisper. I could tell that she was excited because her whisper was in tone of erotic anticipation, and the nipples of both of her breasts were hard and erect, standing high at attention. I was glad that she was not in a paniced state at all, which had been hoped for, and that she appeared to be really turned on by her predicament.

"Brad's in the motel lobby," I lied. "Shall I read you the note?"

To my surprise she coyly said with a smile on her face, "You mean THE note? Sure."

Then I stupidly realized that I had been premature in reading the note to her. "I'll read it to you, but not just yet."

Getting Brad's camera out, I explained to her, "I need to take some photos for Brad." Then to let her know that their photos would stay with them, I assured her, "This is Brad's camera."

"I know. I can see that," she said to me as she turned away while I snapped a few photos.

After taking the photos, I started at Cherie's feet again, and ended up at her dripping wet pussy and hardened clit. I also love giving a woman head, so I slowly began tonguing her while stretching my arms out to tickle the soles of her feet. She squirmed around on the bed, and closed her eyes to take in my cunnilingus.

In the meantime, Brad had discreetly dressed himself. While Cherie's eyes were closed and looking away, he opened the door, and pretended to walk into the room. Cherie looked up with a smile on her face, but the next moment she closed her eyes again, and grabbed onto the sheets at the corners of the bed as she began climaxing with a series of orgasms as Brad quickly undressed. He was rock hard, and as I pulled away from the cunnilingus, he began fucking her while she was still tied down.

I very happily went to her feet, and began having my way with them. I came all over her legs, feet, and toes as the two of them came together. As I cleaned up, the two of us stimulated her entire body again, but this time we began tickling her all over. By then it was kind of late, so we had to give her breaks from the tickling because she couldn't hold her laughter and tears in for very long.

It was a great evening of erotic kink, and one in which I've repeated a few times with them, but not a lot since they've only been coming my way a couple of times a years.

Oh, yeah, about that note. I was supposed to leave it on Cherie's bed with her still tied down, and I was supposed to tell her what it said, just to give her a little tingle of naughty excitement as Brad had hoped. It read, "I had a great time with your wife. I couldn't help but to sexually ravish her naked body while she was tied down and helpless to stop me. Enjoy the photos!"

What ended up happening was as I described. Brad had gotten too excited, and wanted to be in on the action. As it turned out, Cherie really got off on having two men give her pleasure at the same time even though I had to leave the intercourse between them.