Just Feet?
(Published on Thursday, April 21, 2005)
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A couple weeks ago I spent a weekend at a major Colorado ski resort with my wife. After a romantic dinner and some great sex, we decided to soak in the outdoor hot tub. It was dark out when I got there, and the lighting made the whole steamy scene surreal. There was another couple in the tub when I arrived alone, and I was a little disappointed, but they looked friendly and invited me in. Except for a quick hello, we didn’t talk, and after I settled into the water, I realized that the woman had her bare feet resting on her husband’s chest, toes pointed. I could only see half of her feet because her heels were still submerged, but her painted toes, high arches and creamy skin were exquisite.

The wife glanced at me and caught me looking. She bit her lip and smiled flirtatiously, then she started caressing her husband’s neck with her toes. Now I could see the entire shape of her foot. It was small and shapely and I was getting hard. The husband had his head back and his eyes closed, so the wife and I had a very sexy non-verbal communication going on. She ran her big toe down the husband’s nose and he opened his eyes. He looked at the wife, and then made eyes at me as if telling her not to tease him in front of me. I felt for him, but the wife was not so kind. She slid her toes over his mouth and whined, “Kiss my toooes, honey.”

The husband grabbed her foot firmly and nodded in my direction. Then he looked at me, embarrassed, and said, “Sorry.”

The wife looked at me and said, “You don’t mind if he kisses my toes, do you?”

The husband looked like he wanted to sink underwater and never come up again. Poor guy. I would have felt the same way in a normal situation, but I was about to ease his pain. “Don’t worry, I have a foot fetish,” I said to the husband. “I kiss my wife’s toes all the time.”

“Jerry does too,” she said referring to her husband. “He’s just shy about it.”

“Me too.”

“Why?” she asked, sounding frustrated with her husband’s and my shyness.

Just then my wife Terry came out and Jerry tried valiantly not to look at Terry’s bare feet, but I know all the tricks and I caught him.

Introductions were made, and then Denise, the pretty-footed woman said, “We were just discussing foot fetishes.” My wife looked at me, surprised because I didn’t even like her discussing it with her best friend, and here I was bringing it up with strangers. She started to rip me a new asshole, and then Denise stepped in to explain. “He was just being nice. I wanted my husband to kiss my toes and he was embarrassed. Your hubby explained that he also has a foot fetish so my husband wouldn’t feel so badly.”

“Why are you guys so uptight about it?” Terry said, looking at me.

“I know!” Denise exclaimed. “That’s EXACTLY what I was trying to find out just before you got here.”

“He gets mad when I talk about it with my best friends!” Terry said loudly. “I’m just explaining how good of a lover he is, and my friends think it’s great, but he gets mad about it!”

“Yes! Him too! What is up with that?”

Now the women were all buddy-buddy, but Jerry and I would just glance at each other once in a while and roll our eyes as our deepest secrets were laid bare.

Finally I couldn’t take it, and I said, “You just don’t understand.” The women asked what I meant, and I said, “For me, at least…” I nodded to Jerry to let him know that I didn’t want to speak for him, and then continued, “… it’s more than you think it is. I absolutely know that what I feel, if it was expressed, would never be understood by most anyone else. It’s not just attraction, it’s much more. And people would think I‘m a pervert.”

“I don’t!” Terry exclaimed.

“I know baby,” I said and kissed her. “But you love me and do your best to understand. I’m with you because I love you and trust you, but when you talk to other people it, breaks that trust.”

“But my friends don’t think you’re a pervert either.”

“They wouldn’t tell you even if they did, but that's not the point. It’s between you and me. It’s so important, and I only want to share it with you. Can’t you understand? It cheapens it when you let it out.”

“But they’re just feet!” Terry said, exasperated.

“No they’re not!” Jerry boomed, almost angrily. “That’s the problem. That’s what most people think, and that’s why they think we’re weird. For me, feet are not just a part of the anatomy. Do you know what 'fetish' means?” Terry was at a loss for a definition, so Jerry continued. “A fetish is something that holds magical power.” He looked around at us and we were all hanging on his words. “My wife’s feet capture my soul and affect me so deeply that it SCARES me. They truly have a magic spell on me, but when people say ‘They’re just feet,’ the spell is broken. It SUCKS!”

I started nodding in big arcs of agreement and pointed at Jerry without looking at him. He pointed back and said, “See.”

“Wow!” Denise said. “That‘s so romantic!” She slid around to sit next to Jerry and kissed him hard.

“Is that true, baby?” my wife asked.

“I never thought of it in those words, but I totally agree,” I said.

Terry kissed me sweetly and said, “I never knew. I promise I‘ll keep it between us from now on.”

“So does that mean we have to stop talking about feet now?” Denise whined. "It's just starting to get interesting."

“That depends,” I said. “Do you still think they’re ‘just feet’?”

“I’ll never think that again,” Denise promised

“Me either!” said Terry. “Actually, I’ve always liked my feet,” she continued, holding her foot above the water’s surface and pointing her toes as she admired them.

“My god, honey!” Denise said to Terry. “Your feet are lovely!” She reached out and took Terry’s bare foot in her hands and pulled it toward her.

“Let me see yours,” Terry said, pulling Denise’s bare foot out of the water in front of her face. “I can certainly see what Jerry means. I’ve never seen such a beautiful foot in my entire life.”

Jerry and I looked at each other. We were wondering if the wives were just trying to make up for years of unintentional neglect. They were massaging and caressing each others’ feet sensually as if putting on a show for us. Then Terry asked me if I thought Denise’s feet were pretty. I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid of angering Jerry and making Terry jealous, but Terry said, “It’s okay to say yes. Even I do!” Then, into my ear she whispered, “I’ve never been attracted to another women’s feet before, but…”

“Hey! No secrets,” Denise scolded. “What did you say?”

Terry blushed, and then coyly admitted, “I was saying that I have never been attracted to another woman’s feet before, but your toes look so... kissable.”

Denise gasped, and pointed her toes close to Terry's lips. Terry kissed them and then turned to me and, with big brown eyes, nervously asked, “Don’t they?”

If she was acting, she should go to Hollywood. She looked genuinely aroused. Then I heard a moan and saw Denise pressing her lips to Terry’s wet toes. Terry gasped and dropped her head back. Denise pulled Jerry in to join her at Terry's foot and asked me if it was alright. I nodded, and Jerry started kissing Terry’s toes respectfully. Denise pulled Terry's other foot up and started making out with it. Terry gripped my leg and gasped as the two strangers tickled her lovely bare soles with their lips and tongues. She gathered her strength, took a deep breath, and then took Denise’s toes into her mouth with a moan. Denise cried out and pressed her face into Terry’s sole to muffle her outburst. Terry pulled Denise’s other foot into my face and we both started kissing, licking and sucking. They were so soft and wrinkly, and I don't know if I was more turned on by worshipping Denise's beautiful feet, or by the sight of MY WIFE totally getting off on them, but I was about to lose it, and when Terry grabbed my cock, I had to stop her before I contaminated the hot tub.

When I told her I was about to come, Terry gasped and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now I’m gonna get off on her toes right here.”

She pressed Denise's foot between her legs and her eyes rolled back. Denise looked like she was already coming, and Jerry looked like he wanted it to continue as much as me, but I knew we both would have contaminated the tub and I told Terry we had to go.

Terry gave Denise and Jerry a big hug, kissed each on the cheek, and sped off into the building. I stood and shook Jerry’s hand. We gave each other sly grins, and then I looked at Denise. She was staring at the bulge in my pants. “You have no idea how good it feels to know I did THAT… I mean my FEET did that,” she said glancing at Jerry to prove she was a changed woman. Then, under the water, I felt her toes sliding up my leg and I started to stiffen even more; my cock growing as fast as her smile. I gave her a hug and she French kissed me right in front of her husband. Then I escaped to make love to my young bride.

I can't believe that anyone, especially a woman, can spontaneously develop a foot fetish, but sex with Terry since that night has been amazing! She asks for foot sex, and she totally gets off on it whereas before she just indulged me. She points out other women with pretty feet and whispers to me about how excited they make her. She tells me she wants to suck their toes and that just thinking about their feet make her want to masturbate. She wants to worship another woman's feet with me again, and she wants another woman to get her off with her toes. She also wants me to fuck her while another woman sits on her face and we both worship her (Terry's feet). She said that night in the hot tub changed her whole life. I think she finally feels comfortable expressing her bisexuality and is giving me what I want in exchange for letting her be with other women.

I think I'm okay with that.