Assaulting My Wife's
Pretty Feet
Published on
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
This illustrated story
was submitted by Phil Gill.
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We were invited to my new boss's house. We had just moved and I had
just started with the company so it was an important first meeting. He
was of course very rich and had a few children, a boy about 16, a girl
8 or 10 years old and a toddler.
Well this particular incident occurred without anyone knowing except
for Michelle my wife, and the perpetrator of the assault on her pretty
little feet, that being the 16 year old boy with a crazy wild foot
fetish.
It was summer so Michelle was wearing some strappy high heel sandles
and a nice pair of dress shorts. She had on a red-ish polish on her
lovely little toes which were the perfect width for her dainty size 6
feet. The toes were straight and with no space between each of her
little treasures, and they descended across at just a slight angle but
at a straight line. Her toe tips were quite round and her toenails were
nicely clipped and cropped in a tidy and clean fashion.
As guests do, we took our shoes off at the door and entered the large
home. It was no mansion but very big.
My boss and his wife are quite a formal couple that took us on a brief
tour of their home, but not so
much as to be bragging. Then we went through their French doors at the
back onto an impressive deck. Snacks were laid out on the deck table
which
was large enough for the 8 swivel chairs roomily and orderly placed
around it. A long flowing formal cloth covered the top and cascaded
down to
about seat level.
The four adults sat around the table, my boss on one end, the two of us
on one side, and my boss's wife next to him on the other side.
Eventually we were also joined by the teen boy whom sat across from my
wife.
As is the case when people are meeting socially for the first time,
conversation was friendly yet stately with each person being overly
careful not to offend anyone present. Often because we had more in
common, my
boss and I were talking to one another while Michelle sat by herself
listening as my boss's wife came back and forth serving refreshments
and being a tremendous host. Lots of drinks flowed as we awaited supper.
Although I never noticed, Michelle said early on when my boss's wife
was in the kitchen her teenage son dropped a pen he was playing with
between his fingers, and slid down his chair and under the table to
retrieve
it. While doing so he bumped up against my wife's elevated foot as her
legs were crossed. But she later suspected it was much more than that.
She
felt her toes bumped at first. Then she felt a hand stoke the top of
her foot quickly and delicately but coming to rest by actually cupping
her
toes; fingers on top and thumb stroking beneath her little toe pads.
She pulled her foot back, and he quickly slid back up onto the seat of
his chair.
The boy looked at her mischievously with a grin on the
corner of his mouth, knowing what he did and also that she was
defenseless and
could say nothing. She looked away quickly, downing the rest of her
drink and ignoring what she thought happened, assuming he was just
teasing
her or something. She even thought she was imagining things until the
next time. That was
a couple of more drinks later, as we were all getting a bit drunk. That
is likely how she was able to endure what was about to happen to her.
The mother was at the table and the toddler was wandering around below
as they tend to do. The little girl was playing with the toddler and
the little boy started tickling the baby a little. The teenage boy also
got
down on the floor of the deck with the other kids, beside his chair and
leaned on it to push it closer to his mother. My wife and the woman
were chatting quite intently.
A couple of times Michelle glanced down
to where the teen was playing but could not see him due to the angle
and
the table cloth. She didn't notice when the boy again slipped under the
skirt of the table cover. This time while down there he gripped the
soft smooth and thin heel of my wife's crossed foot in the palm of his
hand. She tried to pull back but could not without making a commotion
and
exposing the boy's obsession in front of his mother.
When Michelle
tried to pull back again he pinched the sides of her ankles firmly
enough that
she knew he meant business. As drunk as she was, she just relaxed and
let him play with her feet. She could not bring herself to making a
fuss at
this first gathering. So she waited to see what he was up to next, and
polished off another
drink and was now feeling a bit loopy. Which as it turned out was
rather good.
Sure enough, he began stroking the snow-white silky-soft skin on top of
her foot again with his finger and cupped her pretty painted toes with
his other hand. This time he had his thumb on top of her toes and his
four
fingers were stroking her toe pads lightly. She jerked slightly when it
tickled. As he gently tickled her Michelle pointed her toes and shook
her elevated foot to try to have him release his object of lust and
desire.
He would not. This was his dream come true, what he had been
fantasizing about all his pubescent life.
The teen began rubbing her ridiculously small and soft heel with one
hand and playing with her toes with the other. His index finger slipped
between each of her toes one by one. That is when she felt him kissing
and licking along the arch of her foot. He lifted her foot, pulling it
towards him from behind her luscious heel. He kissed under her toes and
at the ball of her foot when it happened.
Michelle had difficulty not saying something. What happened next went
beyond playing with her feet. The teenager began sliding her toes into
his mouth. Because my wife has such little feet all five toes easily
glided into
his longing mouth.
The toenails of her big toes are short but nicely curved from side to
side like a little arch. And the big toes are
actually a tiny bit curled between the last knuckle and tips if you
look from the sides, which he no doubt did. He must have enjoyed this
toe and
kept running his tongue over the nail and around the tip of her big
toe. He was brave enough to pop the other four toes out of his mouth
long
enough to suck just the big toe back into his mouth and really enjoy
the flavor, which was like a combination of lotion and bubble bath.
Clean
and fresh. My wife's feet amazingly never smelled bad. Never.
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My wife's second toe was next. It is so straight with a perfect little
nail and he began nibbling on the top and bottom of that toe before
sucking all five back into his mouth. He must have noticed that there
is never any hard skin on her feet, or hangnails that could ruin the
feeling of perfection before him, and inside his yearning and naughty
yap.
My wife was stunned by this time, shocked and having trouble
concentrating on what the woman was saying to her. That is when he
grabbed her other bare naked foot from the floor of the deck and slid
it towards him too.
She could feel her toes sliding across his legs, and as he was trying
to
place the little darling between his hopeful legs, the adults were
breaking up their conversations and leaving the table to look at a new
waterfall the couple had bought for the backyard.
Michelle was the last to be able to get up as the boy was deeply
entranced in her pretty toes. He did notice the commotion of legs
moving around and people standing, so he begrudgingly released both of
her feet and got
up from the table. He rushed inside, and for whatever reason never came
back out that evening.
We had an enjoyable time, and have been over there since. Sometimes
strange and exciting things occur there.
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