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My Kinky Foot Fetish Lover, Part 1
Published on Thurday, November 22, 2012

This story was submitted anonymously.

Author's note: The story below is written from what I'd like to believe is from the perspective
of my wife whom I'd love to see in this kind of a situation. If the story itself doesn't make
it clear, it should be known that it's a perepsctive taken from a consensual point of view.


One of the exciting things about my foot fetish lover is that I've never actually seen him in person. That's because every time we've played, I've been blindfolded thanks to my kinky husband who "met" the guy I'll call Arnie through his contact with him at the greatfeet.com foot fetish site.

The first time Arnie ever played with me was when my husband surprised me with him while I was blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked on our bed. I knew something was up because of how excited my husband seemed to be when he told me he wanted to get kinky with me on a particular date, and at a particular time. It's not like he can really hide that kind of stuff from me even though I have to admit I love it when he tries. In general, he knows that I love to be "surprised" like that, and because of it, I don't usually push to find out about any of the details of what he may have planned. In fact, I find it much more exciting not to know what he's planned.

Sadly, for the most part, the guys my husband's surprised me with haven't been guys I've wanted to play with again. To put it quite bluntly, they've been rather boring in bed despite the kinky excitement of being "tied and helpless" to stop them from having their way with me. With very few exceptions, pretty much every guy gets right down to being selfish with what they want, so they end up getting themselves off instead of focusing on getting me off.

Almost without fail, they either get into a sixty-nine position with me so that I'm sucking their cock while they're giving me head, or they simply have me suck their cock. Even though I like getting guys off with my mouth and my hands, the least a guy can do is to make sure that I get off first before they get off themselves. I mean, if they make me cum, I'm always more than happy to get them off. But again, there are far too many guys who are only concerned about getting themselves off, which is probably why so many of them are unable to sustain a steady sexual relationship.

But I digress.

Thankfully, from the very first moment that Arnie touched me, I could tell that he was all about getting a woman off, and better yet since I enjoy it so much, it was clear that he has a real foot fetish. Because I was blindfolded when Arnie first touched me, I didn't know for sure that another man had stepped into our bedroom. After all, my husband has a foot fetish, too, so that's why I wasn't quite sure at first. But I did suspect it. I've gotten pretty good at figuring out from the start what's really going on even though it's not at all unsual for my husband to role-play the part of another man when only he and I are playing.

On this particular day, it wasn't hard at all to figure out that another man had stepped into our bedroom. Even though my husband will often say and do things to make it seem that he's invited another man to play with me when in fact he hasn't, and he's simply role-playing it that way, I could tell from the excitement in his voice that this time it was real. Not only that, but this time he did something he'd never done before that made it very clear another man was playing with me.

While I was enjoying the dual stimulation of having the soles of both of my feet being lightly tickled at the same time by naughty fingers, which made me think that someone else had joined my husband to play with me while I was blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked, I
suddenly heard the sound of my husband's motorcycle starting up by our garage at the back of the house near our bedroom.

I gasped!

Obviously, this either meant that
someone had stretched out their arms to play with the soles of both of my feet at the same time, or my husband had invited two people to play with me, which he's sometimes done. But the main reason I gasped out loud was because of the sudden realization that my husband was outside, and "a stranger" was playing with me in his absence.

I knew there was no way that I'd hear the sound of my husband's motorcycle without him starting it himself. I was tempted to ask what was going on, but I held my tongue since I didn't really want to spoil the naughtiness of what was going on by having a conversation. But when I heard my husband's motorcyle obviously head out of the driveway, I couldn't help myself.

"What's going on," I asked rhetorcially since the answer was obvious.

By now, whomever was at my feet was sucking the big toe of my left foot, quite expertly I might add, and massaging the sole of that foot, so he didn't answer me at all. He just kept sucking my big toe, and then trading off to such each one of the toes of my left foot. I have to say that I was in absolute heaven because he was also massaging and lightly tickling the sole of my foot while sucking my toes, so I was melting with pleasure. He spent a great deal of time on my left foot, and then moved over to my right foot to do the same.

No other words than my own had been spoken, and I have to admit, I rather liked the naughtiness of his silence, especially while I was being so wonderfully pleasured by him. "He most definitely has a foot fetish," I thought to myself, and I was glad of it.

Suddenly our landline rang, but I knew it would be answered by our phone's voicemail. Or so I thought.

"Hello," I heard this stranger's voice say. "Yes, she's here, but she's a little tied up at the moment. Hang on a second. I'll put you on speakerphone so that you two can talk."

I was mortified! "Who could it be?" I embarrisingly wondered to myself after gasping aloud. I was sure the person on the line was a friend of mine, or a family member, or a business associate. I guess it never occured to me that the person on the line would be my husband.

"So you're a little tied up, huh?" I heard him say.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I thought you might be somebody else."

"Nope," he answered back. "Arnie knew not to pick up the phone unless our caller ID showed I was calling."

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Out running errands," I heard him say, which made me get a little extra wet. That was the code phrase we often used when we played this kind of kinky game.

I didn't quite know how to respond. My husband had never actually done anything like that before; not exactly. I mean, except for short bits of time under various circumstances when we changed things up to be extra kinky, he'd never actually left me alone with anyone else before; at least not a perfect stranger as Arnie had been to me then. He had told me about Arnie, but in reality he was still a stranger to me.

Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, my husband broke in to say, "Arnie and I have decided to do something a little extra naughty. Go ahead Arnie. Tell her what we're doing."

"My pleasure," he replied to my husband's instructions.

I don't remember Arnie's exact words, but the short of it is that my husband had arranged to stay out of the house until Arnie had pleasured me in every way possible to get me off mutiple times. What sticks in my head are the last words I heard my husband say until he came home after Arnie had had his way with me.

"Remember Arnie," I heard him say. "Don't call me on my cell to come back home until you've forced her to cum a few times."

Arnie ended the call without saying a word, and he barely said a word to me the entire time he was alone with me. But I found that kind of exciting, especally since he did everything I enjoyed.
I just knew that Arnie had been told how to best get me off, and that's exactly what he did.

While gently massaging my favorite lubrication onto my pussy and clit to get me extra, extra wet, he carefully inserted my vibrating egg inside my pussy, and turned on the vibration to high. Then after freeing my ankles from their spread eagle position, he tied them together, and sat on top of my legs to keep my naked body immobilzed. After using our Panasonic Reach Easy massager to massage my pubic bones, he gently spread apart my pussy lips with one hand to expose my hardening clit. While holding the massager with his other hand, he applied a gentle, but firm presssure from its vibrating head to stimulate my exposed clit.

In hardly any time at all my naked and bound body tensed up from the steady, and firm stimulation upon my clit, and I started squirting my juices uncontrollably. Had it not been for the vibrating egg still inside of me, my multiple orgasms would have squirted out from my pussy, and Arnie would have seen quite a show. As it was, he knew within moments that the orgasms he was unducing from me by force were driving me insane with intense pleasure. I could hardly take it any longer.

"Please, please, please," I begged. "Please stop. It's too much!" I declared.

Being the gentleman that he turned out to be, he stopped, but not immediately. He forced me to keep cumming just a few moments more, and while I hated him in those moments, I also loved him for pushing the envelope a tad more than I could stand. Instinctively, he seemed to kind of know when to stop. I hadn't climaxed like that with another guy for some time, so I knew there and then that I'd want him to play with me again.

My husband remained coy about whether or not be came back to the house to watch, or if he had stayed out of the house the entire time. All I know for sure is that he was playing with me again within a few short minutes after Arnie had sexually ravished me. I don't remember Arnie calling him to come back to the house. He was just suddenly in our bedroom again.

Together, he and Arnie induced another series of forced orgams from me, and then he fucked me while Arnie sucked my toes at the same time.

I loved every moment of that 2-on-1 fun!

This story was submitted anonymously.

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