Secret Wedding Reception Foot Fun
(Published on Friday, June 15, 2005)
This illustrated story was submitted by hawaiifj@hotmail.com.

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Editor's note: Regarding the photos below that are included with this story, the author says, "Got a story for you all, plus some pics to go with it. The pics don't coincide with the story, but I figured I'd include them. They'll give you an idea of what my wife's feet looked like in the story ... the rest is left up to everyone's imagination. As always, comments are welcome. Enjoy..."

My wife and I recently attended a wedding, and she was in the wedding party. Of course, like girls do, they got themselves all prettied up, toes included. She returned from the salon with her toes painted a nice shade of metallic greenish-blue, to match her dress ... instant hard-on.

The wedding was uneventful ... boring, even. I fidgeted in the pews, patiently awaiting the ceremony to end so I could hit the open bar at the reception. Oh well, the view wasn't bad. The milf (mother I'd like to fuck) seated next to me had some fine unpainted toes to admire.

Finally, the time came. The reception was plodding along ... nothing exciting. Dancing, drinking, socializing. After all, the wedding-related traditions, my wife and I were finally able to spend a little time together. We socialized for a bit, enjoyed some cocktails, and then hit the dance floor. We danced for about a half hour as we made our way off the dance floor. I was overcome with the sudden desire to fuck the shit out of my wife. I pulled her back to the dance floor for the slow dance, and whispered in her ear. "Hey, let's go find a quiet place."

She chuckled and said, "Oh yeah? Why?"

I nibbled her earlobe and said, "Because you look incredible in that dress. Your feet look incredible in those shoes, and I want my cock to look incredible in your pussy."

Now, dirty talk sometimes does it for my wife, and this was one of those times. We quietly retreated from the dance floor and went off to find a quiet room in the expansive social hall.

Of course, we found one ... an office of some sort. I couldn't wait, and immediately started kissing her, running my tongue up and down her neck, and down to her tits, which we barely concealed by her dress. I took her nipples in my mouth and swirled them around, nibbling them, sucking them gently. Her moaning grew louder, and I heard her kick her shoes off. She started rubbing her foot up an down my leg, her hands groping between my legs. I ran my hands down her sides to her waist, and lifted her small, taut frame up on the desk, pushing her dress aside as I did. We kissed harder as I pressed my still-caged cock into her. She moaned, and her breathing became more shallow. One of her hands crept under her dress, and inside her black thong panties, and she went to town on her engorged clit.

As she fingered her clit, I unzipped my pants and freed my cock, sliding it underneath her busy fingers. I probed her sopping snatch. She leaned back, and I lifted one of her feet to me and started sucking her toes, starting with her big toe. I sucked each one on turn, sliding my tongue between each one. Her toes began to curl in my mouth, and I sucked them harder. As I did, I slowly pressed my cock into her. It slid in effortlessly, penetrating her all the way down until my balls were touching her. I slowly pulled out, and inserted it back in, in and out, in and out, as her fingers danced across her clit and my tongue danced across her toes.

I knew neither of us could last much longer. For starters, we were both about to bust, and people would start to wonder where we were pretty soon. I could feel her getting closer to her orgasm, and I was close to mine, when suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I caught a look at her sexy, strappy, open-toed heels. Instantly, I got a very naughty idea.

As her breathing got shallower, I pulled my cock out and replaced her fingers with my tongue. She was too far gone to argue, and I was able to bring her off on my face with ease. I flicked my tongue hard across her swollen clit, and her toes clenched as she came. She almost screamed, but then caught herself, digging her nails into my shoulder as she grinded her pussy into me.

Between my legs, I was still stroking my cock. She looked up at me curiously, with a 'what about you' look in her eyes.

I didn't say a word. I just stood up and offered her my throbbing cock. She instantly wrapped her toes around it. Gripping its head between her toes, she smiled at me and proceeded to foot-fuck me with abandon. Her toes slid around on my cock, gripping its head, and rubbing the underside. I kept rubbing her wet snatch for the lubrication. She wrapped her toes around the shaft and jerked hard, then placed a foot underneath my balls and toyed my asshole with her big toe. It was pure heaven.

Finally, I couldn't hold out any longer. I grabbed her feet, and placed them flat on the desk, side-by-side. She sat up and looked at me quizzically, but I just put a finger to my lips and smiled. She leaned back a bit and watched me jerk a huge, hot, milky-white load of thick cum on her feet. I didn't miss a spurt. My jizz oozed down around her toes, and between them. She laughed and started to look for something to rub it off, but looked up, surprised, when I just slid her shoe on her right foot. She gave me an odd look.

"Wh... what are you doing?"

I said, "Don't wipe it off. Wear it out there. Nobody will know but us that you're walking around with my cum all between your toes."

She laughed and said with a wink, "Wow. I think that's turning me on again."

The rest of the reception was interesting, to say the least. The knowledge that my wife was walking around, dancing, and socializing with my cum oozing all over her feet in her shoes was amazing. I could tell she was into it, too. At one point she looked over at me and dangled her shoe a bit, licking her lips. It was all I could do hold off until we left.

But that's another story.