Footjob

My heart pounded as I slipped into bed beside my wife after my shower. I was nervous, trying to play it cool.

After our ten years together, it amazed me how we still had crazy sex, mind blowing and passionate beyond my wildest dreams. And we we’re still learning new tricks.

I tried to play on my phone for a bit, distract myself. Unsuccessfully.

I kept glancing over to my left, staring at her exposed back as she faced away from me, reading her book. My eyes fanned downwards and I gulped, instantly hard again for the 85th time that afternoon knowing what she had going on beneath the sheets.

My mind flashed back to a few hours ago as we had chilled in the spa that afternoon. After the kids had jumped out she had been up to her usual tricks that drove me wild, grinding herself into my lap and showing her epic double ds in my face while teasing me with potential positions we could fuck while in the spa.

She lay back in her seat and smiled, big brown eyes peering into my soul as she bit her bottom lip. She had no idea what she did to me. Or maybe she had every idea.

“So what are we going to do tonight?” She asked playfully, running her leg up mine.

“Hmmmm I don’t know” I said, as she continued upwards, tensing slightly as she pressed her foot gently into my swollen crotch before letting out an involuntary groan.

“Wow” she whispered. “…. You are very hard!”

I couldn’t lie, it was true. I didn’t know how to respond as I felt her bring her second foot up and begin stroking me between her soles.

“Maybe tonight you need to squirt lube all over them and have me stroke you with my feet” she suggested jokingly.

Before I even had a chance to deny it, I was grateful the children started to call for her inside and she made a hasty exit, making sure to swing her legs over the edge of the spa so I could have a full view of her bent over in her tiny bikini bottoms.

I lay in the spa for a few moments on my own pondering what had just happened. I was throbbing.

Why?

For my entire sex life i had never considered such a thing. In fact I’d always been a little bit weirded out by it. Something I’d always associated with stinky gym socks and weird submissive shit that involved creeps licking girls feet and sniffing shoes. That just wasn’t my style.

I shuddered. I couldn’t deny how good that had just felt, her feet on me. Maybe she had opened my eyes to this? I looked down and was shocked to find I was playing with myself without even realising.

I scolded myself for being so stupid. Why did it have to be submissive and weird? Couldn’t she just jerk me off with her feet? It didn’t have to be about weird smells and power plays.

The afternoon had been a blur, all I could think about was what she had said. I’d found myself daydreaming as I mowed the lawn, recalling the feeling of them on me, imagining what she had said, squirting lube on them as I watched and then bringing her soles up to me, craving her touch.

By the time the evening came I was frothing, obsessed even. I was about to head into town to pick up dinner and kissed the back of her neck while she stood at the bench, letting out a little groan as her skin formed goose pimples.

“So what are we doing tonight?” She asked again. It wasn’t an out of context question, we had made a bit of a tradition of fucking ruthlessly in the weekends. It allowed us more time to relax and make sure kids were sleeping and explore each other fully and slowly.

“I don’t know” I said making a hurried exit. I was afraid, would she think I’m a creep if you knew what had been through my mind?

As I drove down the road I couldn’t stop. Fuck it.

I pulled over and opened my phone.

“Baby I need to tell you something… I didn’t really tell you the truth before….. I kind of do know what I want to do tonight….”

I was shaking as I hit send.

“Tell me” she replied almost immediately

“I think I want you to fuck me with your feet…”

No reply. Fuck. I waited a minute or so. Maybe she was weirded out. Damage control. Fuck. Now I really felt like a creep.

“I dunno what it is but I’ve always been weird about it… but when you were stroking me in the spa with them it felt really fucking good. And then you said something about squirting lube on them and then rubbing them up and down me and that image has just been stuck in my head all afternoon. Maybe that’s a bit weird I dunno it was like something clicked in my brain while you were doing it like “hey fuckhead this feels really good why are you weird about it coz it is kinda kinky and hot” I dunno”

I waited another minute. Damnit maybe it was just too far. I was about to pull off and continue to town when then reply came through.

“There’s a reason feet are the number one fetish!”

What did that mean? A yes? My heart was pumping. I tried my best to remain calm as I drove, cock rock hard.

I pulled in and parked, somehow calming myself, before getting the food and feeling my wrist watch vibrate as I returned to the car. I took a deep breath before looking at my phone, aware of my public surroundings.

“I’ve prepped for you…”

I held my breath as I saw the image come through, her feet side by side on the carpet, suddenly having a huge appreciation for the small vine and flower tattoo down the side of her left foot.

Oh gosh.

She had painted her toes bright red, nails trimmed.

My I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t move.

Was I going to get a Footjob?

The rest of the evening had been a blur, her seeming to be oblivious to my desires, trying to not constantly be staring at them. Nothing was mentioned as I tried to play cool.

Catching glances of her red toes and trying to focus on getting the children into bed. Watching tv. Or at least trying to. She seemed oblivious

Until now.

I tried to focus on my phone again, reading some pointless Facebook post. I gulped.

Several times. I wanted to say something. How do I instigate this?

Could I? Ugh maybe she thought this was weird

Should I say something about her toe colour? A compliment? How do I even word that?

Urgh stop overthinking it.

“Hey babe?” Came the voice.

Fuck.

That was MY voice.

I plucked up my balls, swallowing deeply to avoid my voice breaking and showing my nerves.

But I am nervous.

“Do you mind if I give you a foot massage while you read your book?” I continued. I am freaking out a little bit now. Pretty sure that came across in my voice.

It was out there now though . She knew what I wanted and hadn’t just said okay, she had made a point of painting her toes and sending me photos.

“Sure” she said, turning to me with a bit of a sheepish grin, rather reassuring. “I’d quite like that”

I moved as she stuck her nose back into the book. She did love to read. I moved awkwardly around to her side of the bed, searching for moisturiser.

“Use one of these ones” she suggested, opening the bedside table and handing me a couple of pots of moisturiser. Did she notice I was already swelling? How embarrassing.

I was nervous and I moved down to the base of the bed, moving the duvet and bedsheet off her feet and sitting beside them. The bottom half of her legs were now exposed but she looked cozy and oblivious from the knee up.

I took a deep breath and enjoyed the view, inspecting them with details I’d never really paid any attention too. It all added to my desires, each and every little detail like a visual catnip to me.

Grabbing a small dab of cream, I began slowly massaging it into the tops of her feet. I worked my way around from the top to the side, down to the heel and then slowly up the arch of her foot before getting more cream.

I was slow, purposeful with each movement. It wasn’t just touching, I was getting to know them, kind of like meeting a new friend. A strange dance in exploring a new relationship.

I slowly worked my way across and up her right foot, applying an even coat across the flesh, using both thumbs to gently massage the arch and up to the ball. Taking a little bit more cream I began to work her toes.

My throbbing was unmistakable by now, a full pitch in my underwear. My fingers slowly explored each toe, from the smallest to the largest and back again. The softness and slow erotic movements between her toes with my fingers, their bright red nail polish like lingerie on her feet. She seemed oblivious, barley moving from her book.

I appreciated their beauty and became shocked how erotic she looked. Each curve of her toe and how it married down to the ball of her foot, suddenly aware of how independent they were and they seemed more like an agile, flexible and articulate hand than the blunt force instrument I’d once assumed. My head was swirling with all this new information.

With each touch and sight, new sensations bubbled inside me. Small callouses and bones, softnesses and firmnesses, hard toenails and skin tones. The way her index toe was slightly longer than her big toe, the way her middle toe bent slightly outwards.

I drank it all in. Stupendous. Sexy. Sensual.

I suddenly understood the fetish I was undertaking. I appreciated how sexy she looked and felt under my touch.

There was a small part of me that understood the desire to kiss them gently. It wasn’t a submissive act, it was an act of appreciation in honour of her. I certainly couldn’t do that yet, neither of us would be ready for that level of kink yet. Maybe ever. But I now understood how one could get to that point.

I returned to focus of the rest of her foot, working down to her heel and around as they felt softer and moisturised already, though I had become much harder.

I switched and repeated the slow, sensual process across her left foot. She looked up from your book as I let out a bit of a sigh, involuntary, breaking my hypnosis.

“Do you want me to stop reading my book?” She asked, with a smile, knowing I was enjoying myself. Her big brown eyes were glowing. Maybe she was enjoying this.

“It’s fine” I replied with a smile, seeing she only had a few pages left. “Read your book, babe I’m fine doing this…. Kind of enjoying it”

She smiled, a small mischievous smile. Almost knowing how much of a spell I was under. I continued to slowly work her other foot, getting to know this new area of her, enjoying the intimacy.

Suddenly I looked up and saw her staring down at me.

“I’ve finished my book…” she said, suggestively. I closed the lid of the moisturiser and attempting to cover my modesty as I placed it back in her bedside table before moving back around to my side of the bed, unsure of what to do next.

There was no way she couldn’t see it that time, full mast pitching out in my underwear as I pulled the sheets back and went to sit down.

“Hehe” she giggled cutely, sitting up to face me. She reached out and gently grabbed it. “You liked that huh? You should take these off…”

I nodded, I was so aroused and confused but her calm demeanour and encouragement was reassuring. She was the anchor i needed in this swirling storm.

I hooked the elastic on my black boxer briefs and shimmed them down, tossing them to the floor. I felt exposed and nervous. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, throbbing just from giving her a foot massage.

She hadn’t even touched me!

Yet…

She let out a little groan and gripped my shaft, the glimmer of precum spread around the tip. Spinning slightly, she hooked her legs up onto the bed beside me. She noticed me glance down, I just can’t help myself.

She looked outstanding, toned runners legs smooth and sexy, her entire body tanned and exposed, small black undies covering her honour. I wondered if any part of her was aroused by this. She arched her feet slightly at my gaze and wiggled her toes, giving me her answer.

Large round breasts adorned her chest, brown nipples firm from the cool nights air and arousal. She smiled in excitement and there was a glistening in eyes in the dim light.

“Where is the lube?” She asks, a smile on her face. She can tell how madly I need this.

I rolled over and grabbed some from the bedside table and rolled back. Adjusting her body further down the bed, her legs now had better access to me. Spreading my legs either side of her, I laid back onto some pillows and she presented herself to me, wiggling toes, inviting me to apply the liquid to them.

It was flirtatious and fun. I was glad for her calm confidence as I was a bag of nerves.

I flicked open the top of the tube, watching as the clear liquid dribbled down onto the awaiting arches. Smearing it around with my hand, I wiped the excess onto my throbbing cock.

She wasted no time as I put the lube down on the bed, dragging her foot down my length, quickly followed by the other.

“Oh fuck” I gasped. “Oooohhh fuuuuuccckkkkk”

It was even more sensational that I could have thought, the smooth slow strokes causing my cock to throb. It felt so full of desire that each little movement was incredible.

“Wow” she cooed, enthusiasm on her face. “You are soooo hard…. “

“That feels incredible” I said as she stroked each foot up and down me, then switched, angling her feet either side of my and wanking me between her arches.

It had almost caught me off guard, I’d expected to enjoy the kink of it but the pure physical pleasure was mind blowing. Coupled with the view of her sexy digits, highlighted with “hooker red” nail polish, the stimulation was other worldly.

She arched her right foot toward for more lubricant and I happily and liberally applied more to your arches and balls of the foot while she continued to massage my length with her other foot, before swapping.

As I repeated the process with her left foot, she expertly rubbed the lubricant up and down my shaft from her right and I shuddered. Her left quickly joined and I groaned as I felt the coolness of the lube quickly fade and the pleasure rapidly increase and she explored me.

One foot continuously stroking all around me, the other dropped to my balls, massaging them with her sexy toes and causing a deep groan to be forced from me.

She adjusted herself slightly on her elbows and I could tell she wasn’t the most comfortable, handing her some pillows to allow her to prop herself up slightly and applying more lube as she did so.

She returned to working me with her soles, running them up and down my length. She parted her toes and slid her big and second toe across my cock, before stroking up and down.

The sensation was overwhelming and coupled with the visual stimulation caused me to let out a deep, primal groan as I melted into the bed. She repeated the process, splitting each toe either side of me working up and down for a few strokes and then switching feet, all while continuing to rub my balls with the other foot.

“This is so hot” she hummed, smiling, her fingers sliding into her black underwear and slowly circling her clit. “It’s really turning me on…”

I swelled even further, sitting up slightly to approach her.

“Let me feast on you then baby…” I said, but her foot raised to my chest as pushed me gently back down to the bed and she shook her head with determination etched across her face.

“No way” she said confidently, with a dark smirk. “I need you to come first. I want to feel your hot come splatter over my toes. I want to make you come all over me as I jerk you off with my feet!”

Her dirty talk drove me insane as equally as the sight and sound of her feet all over me. Grabbing some more lube. I squirted on my length as she continued to spread it it all over me before I briefly grabbed her ankles and thrust through her arches, much to her satisfied squeal.

I could barely contain myself as I relaxed back once more and allowed her to lead the dance, watching as she stopped playing with herself, placing her hands down beside her to gain more leverage.

I groaned as she continued to jerk me between her arches, feeling her passion and drive to make me climax. She was focused and driven and I was frothing as she adjusted her grip, grasping her toes around my shuddering penis and stroking up and down.

“Ohhh” I gasped, my mind blown even further at the sensation. “Fuck that’s the move!”

I felt like I was loosing my grip, slowly being dragged away down the river and no longer able to stop myself from washing over the waterfall.

She angled her right foot slightly, allowing the heel to stimulate my balls with each stroke and I couldn’t handle it, calling out in unbridled ecstasy as shudders began to rip through my body.

Grabbing at the sheets with white knuckles I spoke in unknown languages, feeling the deep familiar sensation within my body that was the start of my orgasm. She must have felt it too, wrapping her toes around my shaft and mercilessly thrusting up and down my lubed length.

“That’s it baby” she hissed as I watched my cock pulse between her sexy red toes. “That’s it, come all over my feet”

I felt the first ribbon of come shooting up my shaft my head swelling and then exploding with my thick white milk. The addition of this extra fluid along with my shuddering caused her left foot to slip up over the tip of my cock, just in time for the second rope of cum to blast powerfully into the underside of her toes, highlighting in contrast with her brown toes and red polish to an extremely erotic vision.

I threw my head back and buckled in ecstasy, stars blasting through my vision as I twisted and bucked, humping up into her feet as stroke after stroke blasted from my soul until I was a shuddering mess.

By the time I finally regathered myself, I glanced down, my cock slowly softening as she gently massaged my thighs with her cum soaked feet. I finally gasped, able to breathe as we looked at each other with intense grins.

My head swirled but I somehow managed to move to her, quickly stripping her of her black lace panties and sucking her engorged clit into my mouth. I could feel her wetness leaking onto my chin and easily slid two fingers inside her as she moaned in approval.

I knew she wouldn’t last long and within 30 seconds I could feel her hands on the back of my head holding me in place. Her screams of pleasure were sudden and explosive, her insides contracting against my fingers as she climaxed, grinding her hips into my face.

I collapsed beside her and she rolled over, kissing me deeply and licking her juices from my chin before we giggled.

“Well then…” she said cheekily, “… guess we have a fun new fetish to explore….”