Fantasy Fulfillment In A Hotel Room
Published on Monday, May 27, 2013
This story was submitted anonymously.
After years of chatting online, my wife and I were
finally going to meet a couple whose husband has a foot fetish like me.
Over the years, photos of our wives feet were
shared online here on
this Great Feet site, but I'm not at liberty to reveal our identities. Coincidentally, our wives have similar looking feet. They
look very similar to Water
Goddess.
Webmaster's
note: The following photo set is a sample of my wife's feet.
Enjoy!
We would have connected much sooner, but they live
hundreds of
miles from us, so getting together only remained a fantasy. Finally however, they were coming to our area, so we set up
a date to meet them for
cocktails.
As soon as we greeted them in their hotel's bar, it felt like we were
meeting up with people we already knew quite well. I guess through this
site, that was true. So right away we got along well, and we pretty
much talked about all kinds of things. Oddly enough, at least for the
longest time, there was far less talk about feet than I thought there
might have been. Then again, we husbands had already decided to simply
let our wives be themselves without adding any pressure on them to do
anything foot related. We figured that would be the best way for us to
be around them. As it turned out, our "good behavior" turned out to
work in our favor.
I'm not much of a drinker, and neither is my wife, but happily for us
husbands because inhibitions seemed to soon be forgotten, our wives
ended up getting fairly wasted. As it also happened, both of our wives
had enjoyed some 420 shortly before we met just to be more relaxed about meeting, so
that surely helped to further loosen up any inhinitions they might have
otherwise had.
After a while, both of our wives had their bare feet in our laps
because they wanted foot massages. My wife's feet were in his lap, and
his wife's feet were in my lap. Both he and I very happily carressed,
and massaged their feet. I have to say it was somewhat embarrassing,
however, since it felt like people were staring at us even though we
were being fairly discreet about massaging, and playing with their feet.
Finally, both of our wives excused themselves from the lounge area we
were in to go to the ladies room to pee. A couple of minutes later my
friend decided he also needed to pee, so I was left alone to think
about what had gone on, and what might happen next. I don't really know
how long I was there by myself, but at some point it dawned on me that
I had been by myself for a fairly long time.
I tried to figure out how long it had been. There was no reason for me
to have checked the time when I had been left on my own, so all I could
do was to guess. I have to admit, I was having some very kinky thoughts
about what might be going on even though I was pretty sure my thoughts
were far kinkier than what was really happening. I concluded, quite wrongly as it turned out,
that our wives had suddenly decided to do a little shopping nearby, and
my friend had joined them. I didn't want to come across as if I was
overly anxious about what might be happening, so I decided to wait
another 15 minutes before calling my wife's cell. That was the longest
15 minutes of my life.
For good measure, I gave it another minutes
after the 15 minute mark until I called my wife's cell. To my surprise,
my friend answered the phone.
"I
wondered how long it would take you to call," he said in
a playful voice. Then he added, "Just shy of an hour. I thought you
wouldn't last more than 5 minutes."
"An hour!" I blurted out. "I
thought it had only been about a half hour at the longest."
"Nope. It's been an hour, and we've been having a lot of fun with your
wife."
"A lot of fun, huh?" I playfully answered back. I had my
ideas about what might be going on, but I wasn't sure. "What
kind of fun?" I asked.
"Foot
fetish fun of course. But let me put it this way," he
explained. "Your wife's a little tied up right now."
After hearing what sounded like his wife in the backgroud
saying something to him, I then heard her voice after she obviously
grabbed the phone from him to talk to me. "There.
We have you on speakerphone now." In a playful voice she
asked me, "How's it feel to know that you're down
there while we have your wife tied and helpless up here?"
"I'm getting hard thinking about it," I answered back.
"So
when are you coming up to rescue me?" I heard my wife ask
with a giggle in her voice. She was obviously having fun with them.
"I'm
coming up now," I told her.
"That's
what you think," I heard my friend's wife say with a
laugh.
"What
do you mean?" I asked.
"You
don't even know which room we're in," she said with
satisfied amusement. "How are you going to find us?"
She asked.
She was right. I had no idea what room number they were in, and I
didn't know my friend's last name to be able to ask about it at the
front desk.
My wife chimed in to say, "I thought they were kidding when they told
me you didn't know their room number."
"And that's the thing," my
friend's wife added. "We didn't tell her until AFTER we had tied
her down on our bed that you didn't know what room we're in, and we
thought it would be really hot to have our way with her before having
you come up to join us."
"You two are so bad," I heard my wife say to them in a
voice that clearly gave them continuing permission to play with her.
Then to me she added, "I can't do anything
about it, sweetie. They have me tied down really well, so there's no
way I'm getting loose from this."
I started to answer back, but my friend's
wife spoke up. "It's pretty obvious to
us that your wife's really getting off on being tied and helpless to
stop us from having our way with her," she said.
In a soft voice of protest, but in a tone that clearly confirmed what
my friend's wife said, my wife gasped aloud to say, "No, no.
I can't let you do this to me."
"But you're tied and helpless to stop us," my friend
playfully reminded her. I was a bit surprised to hear his voice since
his wife had been doing the talking of late. Then I heard him say to me, "Sorry I
wasn't saying anything for a while there, but my mouth was full of your
wife's sexy toes, and I didn't want to stop shrimping her."
"He's SO good at it, too!" I heard my wife exclaim. "And the
sex toys they have are amazing," she added. "They've
already forced me to cum so many times that I've lost count. They've
even made me squirt a couple of times!"
My friend chimed in to say, "And
we're going to make her cum a few more times before we finally call you
up to the room."
"No. No," my wife cooed with an obviously fake protest.
"I
LOVE that they're forcing you to cum against your will," I
told her. Then after a quick pause I added, "I can
hardly wait to see how wet they've made you."
Before ending our phone call, my friend said to me, "I'll
call to give you our room number when we're ready to have you come up."
Then he added, "I'm hanging up now, so enjoy all those
dirty thoughts of us taking advantage of your sexy wife while she's
tied and helpless to do anhything about it."
So there I was, downstairs from wherever their room was above me
someplace, which meant I had been made into a cuckold. Cuckolding
really only works for me if another man is the cuckold, so I was taken
back by this unexected turn of events even though deep down I had often
fantasized about it. I wanted to play with myself while I heard them
playing with her, but I was in a downstairs bar with people around, so
masturbating wasn't an option.
To my happy surprise right after he ended our connection, a text came
through on my cell to let me know their room number. After the room
number, the text read, "shhhh ... door open ... be quiet ... watch
..."
After paying our bar tab, I made my way up to their room to find that
their door had been propped open ever so slightly so that I could let
myself inside. I very carefully, and quietly closed the door behind me,
and slowly came into the room all the way. Neither my friend nor his
wife paid me much mind. They just glanced in my direction with knowing
smiles on their faces, and happily continued
pleasuring my wife while I quietly watched in
silence as if I wasn't in the room.
It was a huge thrill to see my sexy wife blindfolded, and restrained
spread eagle completely naked on their oversized bed while they
continued to play with her. I noticed that a towel had been placed
underneath her backside to catch all of her juices. I figured they had
remembered to do that because I had told my friend numerous times over
the years how wet she can get when she's cumming really hard, and
uncontrollably. She was sopping wet, and I wondered how many times they
had induced forced orgasms from her.
Nobody really seemed to want to stop the pleasuring, the least of all
my wife who was clearly continuing to enjoy being sexually domninated
by them. However, even a good thing can be too much if it goes on
longer than it should otherwise be enjoyed. So as he motioned for me to
leave the room, he told my wife he was calling me to come up.
"Thank
you for making me cum so many times," she told him. "That was
fun!"
"It was fun for us too," my friend's wife told her.
I didn't hear anything else because I had stepped out of the room to
wait for my friend's call, which pretty much happened as soon as I left
their room. I knew by this time my wife was probably more than ready to
be untied even though she had clearly been enjoying herself. After all,
being tied up for too long can make a person feel sore. So I was a bit
surprised to see that she was still tied down on their bed, although
when I entered the room after my friend let me inside, her blindfold
had been removed.
"You
sure did miss a lot," my wife said to me with a laugh
when she saw me.
"So
I heard," I quipped back with a knowing smile on my face
in reference to our speakerphone fun.
What I then learned was that none of what had happened had actually
been planned; just prepared ahead of
time in case our friends ended up feeling they wanted to play with my
wife. So when our wives had gone to the bathroom to pee, my
friend's wife suggested they go up to the room to pee there, and make
plans to "surprise" me just like they
ended up doing.
Because my wife's friend was too apprehensive about being the center of
attention herself as my wife would have enjoyed it, and possibly even
preferred it, my wife happily agreed to be blindfolded, and restrained
spread eagle completely naked for pleasuring. She knew I'd get off on
it, and she liked to indulge me, particularly when it offered her a
very pleasurable experience as well.
But as it has often happened when we've played with other couples when
my wife's been the center of attention, my friend's wife was very much
in the frame of mind to take her turn to enjoy what my wife had
enjoyed. Her apprehension about it had long since gone away, so she was
quite comfortable about being blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle
completely naked for pleasuring.
My friend's wife even kind of joked about it by saying, "If you
do to me what we did to you, I'll be very happy about it."
So that's what we did. My friend even agreed to stay down in the lobby
of the hotel for an extended period of time so that he too could enjoy
the thrill of coming back to the room to watch us playing with his wife
as I had watched them playing with my wife. We even pretended that he
wasn't in the room with us at all until near the end even though he of
course came back to enjoy the arousal of being a voyeur.
Ironically, my friend's wife ended up actually believing that he had
been out of the room the entire time we had played with her.
As for my wife, just because I know she often enjoys the mystery of not
knowing, I let her believe that what she thought had happened with my
continued absence had really happened; that I hadn't known the room
number until the very end of her having been sexually dominated.
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