My Wife's Feet Arouses Her Stepfather
Published on Tuesday, February 22, 2011

This illustrated story was submitted by Phil Gill.

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On Saturday we were driving home from the dinner theatre. My wife was in the back with her mother, and I was in the front with her stepdad. He has made several comments about her feet and toes, and polish and size over the years, so we have suspected him as a foot lover even though my wife's mother doesn't take care of her feet.

Anyway, in the back my wife slipped off her little black boots, size 6 (which her pantyhosed feet were feeling a little tight in after a whole evening of sitting and eating and drinking). At first she set both feet on the back part of the front centre arm rest console. I could feel her pretty hot pink toes touching my elbow, and so could her stepdad as he turned and looked around at them.

My wife said, "Ooops. Sorry. Would you like me to move them? My legs feel like they need stretching, and my boots are new and fit a bit tight."

He said she was fine, and encouraged her to stretch right out, putting both feet right through on the arm rest, and basically in front with us if she would like. I mean, I was nervous. And horny, imagining her feet up front between what I suspect are two foot guys.

Unfortunately she declined, likely feeling uncomfortable herself.

But as the trip went on, she did slide her right foot down the length of the arm rest. It was in a perfect position. Imagine that a person had put their arm on the rest. Well, her foot would exactly line up with where your hand would be. My heart was racing.

The beauty of her tiny hosed foot made me quietly exhale deeply. Her toes were perfect from a recent pedicure, and the lovely arch of her foot was in clear view. Her stepdad noticed too, and I could see him setting his left hand partly on the side of the arm rest so that it was very close to touching her stockinged soft and sensuous heel. I reached over to the top of her foot, glancing from the road for just a second, and patted the top of her foot. I lightly rubbed her toes to let her know that her right foot was very welcome in the front seat of the car.

Her stepdad was now fully touching the outside of her heel secretly with his large hand. His left hand made her foot look so tiny next to it.

The excitement of seeing another man making physical contact with my wife's foot was a rush of both jealousy, and desire. I thought it couldn't get better until suddenly he actually grabbed the top of her foot. Then he brought his other hand to her sole, and began lightly tickling it. He looked back at his stepdaughter to get a rise out of her as if he was just messing around. But I knew he secretly had to find a way to touch them. Who would pass up such an opportunity? He must have been in heaven. I would glance at him to see him lightly gliding his big sausage fingers across her shapely nylon soles. I also tried to keep the vehicle on the road. My wife squirmed a little, but he was being careful and slow as he got between her toes.

Her Mom told him to knock it off, but she was also in the middle of a story while reading a book, so she couldn't be bothered with the innocent fun in the front seat. She also had absolutely no foot awareness. He might just as well have been touching my wife's purse as far as she was concerned.

I was now shaking at the steering wheel, but I so wanted to touch them too. I reached for her beautiful foot with my right hand, and her stepfather respectfully released his grip. But then he leaned in toward her foot with his face, and got right under it with his hand while he clearly examined her toes close up. His mouth
was just inches from her lovely hosed toes.

I am sure he could smell her aroma of bubble bath and lotion mixed with some pretty perfume. I held her foot in place while this man had his way with her lovely foot. He was touching her so gently and lovingly that I seriously couldn't handle it anymore. I released her foot, and my wife pulled it back. Within a few minutes she had slid her boots back on, and we were home.

Just a little fun on the way home. Innocent to all involved. Not another word mentioned of it. But my thoughts have been consumed with wondering just what he wished he could have done with her beautiful foot, and how long I could have watched. I have been so horny lately thinking of it.