Foot Fetish Fantasy About Smoking
Mailbox's Wife
Published on Tuesday, May 19, 2009
This story was submitted anonymously.
Inspired by Smoking Mailbox, this story is
written by a different author.
- The following photos are what inspired this
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For a long time, I've been a big fan of Smoking
Mailbox. I adore his
wife's sexy feet. He is a very
lucky man. There are many pics that are favorites of mine (this
pic is one of them).
I've tried to imagine what it's like to be Smoking
Mailbox. To have his wife's feet for
pleasuring; what a life! So
please indulge me as I pretend to be him as I write a recurring fantasy.
Editor's
note: The author has obviously written this story as if he is
Smoking
Mailbox.
I was thrilled that my wife finally agreed to let me have a night of
kinky fun with her at a nearby hotel. I could hardly wait, and she was
excited about it, too. I gave her the white lie that I had won a "spa date"
at the hotel, which included a "couple's massage,"
and an overnight stay.
Check-in time wasn't until 4:00 p.m., but the front desk held our
overnight bags for us while we had a nice lunch in the hotel's patio
restaurant. It was quite romantic. After lunch, we showered together in
our room in preparation for our massages, and then we headed to the
hotel's spa facilities. The short trip down the elevator, and over to
the spa was quite arousing, because we were completely naked underneath
our robes. We were also wearing a pair of comfortable open-toed shower
shoes that the hotel provided. My wife's toes were in all their glory.
Even though our massages were therapeutic, and non-sexual, it was still
quite arousing to be massaged next to my wife as she was being
massaged. My wife had chosen a masseur who was quite handsome, and I
had chosen a masseuse who was very attractive. It was quite nice.
After our massages, we headed back to the room. I told my wife that I
wanted to play with her, and she agreed that I could do anything I
wanted. Little did she know what I had planned.
When I
pulled out a set of fur-lined wrist and ankle cuffs, and laid them on
the bed, my wife's open mouth showed her surprise. "What are
you going to do with those," she gasped.
"I've
always wanted to play with you while you were tied down,"
I replied.
"Really?"
She exclaimed. "What else do you want to do?" She asked in a tone that made me think she might have been
a little upset. But then she just kind of laughed and said, "Okay, if
that's what you want."
"I do," I told her. "I think it will be really hot."
"I can see that," she said to me with a smile while
grabbing my hardening cock.
She laid herself on the bed while I carefully restrained each of her
limbs. She watched as I laid out a bunch of candles I had brought with
me. After lighting them, she looked even more stunning and sexy. I
loved how the flickering lights showed off the beauty of her naked body.
Finally speaking out, she said with some
amusement, "I can't believe I'm letting you do this."
"I can't believe you are letting me either,"
I replied.
"Yeah,
and now I guess it's too late to do anything about it,"
she said to me rather playfully as she pulled at her restraints, which
were now quite taut.
I let out a nervous little laugh and said, "You're
all mine now."
My wife knows me well, and could sense that I was nervous about
something. But by now she was fully engaged in our little bondage
scene, and seemed quite aroused by it.
"Of
course I'm all yours," she replied with a giggle. "Whose
else would I be?" She asked.
All the while I had been playing with her, stroking my hands across her
naked and beautiful body, and using my fingers in tickling motions to
arouse her as we talked.
Testing the waters with her to see if what I had planned might work, I
answered back, "Maybe I should call up room service to see
what can be delivered," I teased.
She knew exactly what I meant. "You wouldn't dare," she
gasped with amusement. "And have them come into the room?"
She added.
Instead of answering her directly, I picked up the room's phone, and
pretended to call room service. Instead, I called a room number where I
knew my new friend with benefits would pick up. "Hi,"
I said to him when he answered. I gave him our room number and asked, "Is it
possible for you to bring some strawberries and whipped cream?"
My wife didn't say a word. I think she thought I was bluffing.
After a pause, I ended the phone call by saying, "Thank
you." Pausing again for effect, I added, "Oh, and could you also
have maid service bring us some extra towels? Thanks again."
"What
are you planning?" She asked. "Have you
got something up your sleeve?"
"Me?" I answered rhetorically. "Whatever
do you mean?"
"You are SO naughty," she said to me, but I could tell
she felt I was just teasing her. Little did she know.
For the next few minutes I enjoyed my wife's feet by sucking on her
toes. She laid there quite happily.
Suddenly there was some knocking on the door. My wife gasped, but
didn't say a word.
With my friend in tow, I directed him to enter the room. "Right
over there," I said as I pointed in my wife's direction.
He pushed a cart into the room, complete with strawberries and whipped
cream. As planned, he was even dressed in a room service uniform.
My wife gasped. Once again she didn't say a word.
"Don't
worry miss. We see a lot of this," he said with a knowing
smile. Then without missing a beat, he grabbd a strawberry, topped it
off with some whipped cream, and said to her, "Since
you're a little tied up right now, I hope you don't mind if I help you
out a little."
She really didn't have much of a chance to answer as he
brought to her mouth the
strawberry with whipped cream on it. She instinctively opened her
mouth, and took a bite while looking up at me with a slight smile on
her face. She seemed clued in to what was going on, and happily went
along.
Once again there was knocking at the door. "Oh, that
must be the extra towels," I said matter-of-factly as I
headed to the door.
I don't think my wife paid much attention to me going to the door.
After all, my good looking friend with benefits was feeding her
strawberries with whipped cream. I could tell she was exited. Very excited! Her hardened nipples
gave it away, which I might add were becoming more erect by the moment
as he shot some whipped cream on them. "This is
for me," I heard him say as I walked back into the room
with the extra towels.
With me were two young women who were strikingly attractive. They were
quite sexy in their maid outfits. My wife seemed to be catching on
quite quick about what was happening, as it dawned on her what I had
planned.
My friend greeted the ladies by name. It was clear that the three of
them knew one another well. What my wife didn't know until later on was
that one of the women was my friend's wife, and the other woman was a
friend with benefits who played with them for threesome fun. I hadn't
met this other woman, but I had met my friend's wife when she and her
husband had previously chatted via a Skype web cam call. As it turned
out, much to my advantage, my friend with benefits was one of the
owners of the hotel, which was a family business.
Happily, my
wife really seemed to be enjoying herself, and our plans seemed to have
worked out quite nicely. Because of this, as my friend and I had hoped
we could do to heighten the sexual tension even more, he directed me to
get some ice. I loved the
look on my wife's face when she realized that the three of them would
have her all to themselves for a little while, even if it was only
going to be for a few short minutes. There was something very naughty about that.
"The ice machine is broken on this floor," he said to me, "but
there is one on the floor below."
"Have
fun," I said to my wife as I leaned down to
give her a kiss before leaving. "I should be back shortly."
I could tell from how my wife passionately
kissed me back that she was very, very excited with
how things were going. Seeing how excited she was aroused me even more.
She even whispered in my ear when I leaned in to kiss her, "I am SO
turned on right now. Thank you!"
Just before I left the room, the guy's wife placed a blindfold around
her eyes and said, "This will make things a lot more
interesting. You won't know which one of us is doing what to you."
My wife's reply was to arch her back in the ecstacy that was already at
hand as she gasp with a whisper, "No." But it was clearly a
mock protest, as her body pulled at her restraints with pleasure.
I was only gone for about 10 minutes, but when I returned, I was the
only one who had any clothes on. I could hardly pull my clothes off
fast enough. What I saw was amazing!
Our male friend was sucking the toes of one of my wife's feet while his
wife was giving her head, and the other woman was pleasuring her
breasts and nipples. Without saying a word, I joined in to suck the
toes of my wife's other foot, and she gasped to show her pleasure from
the added stimulation of a 4th person enjoying her.
It's hard to believe, but we used up both cans of whipped cream. It was
delicious and fun to lick it off of her naked body, most especially her
toes.
I lost count of the number of times that we made my wife cum. At one
point as is shown in a number of pics, which have been shown on this
site, we freed her ankles, and rimmed her wide open ass while holding
her legs apart. We simultaneously licked the soles of her feet, and her ass. It was a terrific
foursome. No intercourse, except by me while others around her were
enjoying her, too. But is was still a terrific foursome.
Happily, my wife said that we can do that again sometime, so I hope we
will.
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