My Lesbian Crush
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When I first met Charlie online through a Facebook group we belong to, right away I found her to be very interesting. First of all, her name is actually Charlotte, so her persona as Charlie fascinated me. Secondly, she's a lesbian, which as a woman myself, I was always curious about even though I'm really only sexually attracted to men. And thirdly, she has sexual fetishes that have always intrigued me.

Let's get straight to her fetishes.

I found out right away from a private Facebook message that she has a foot fetish. She prefaced her friend request with a message that got straight to the point. It read, "I just sent you a friend request, and you should know up front that I have a foot fetish just in case you don't want to accept me as a friend. I see that you're married, so please don't think I'm trying to mess with your marriage. But I wanted you to know that I think you have incredibly sexy feet."

In her 2nd and last paragraph, she continued, "If you delete my friend request, I'll understand. If you stop engaging with me online, I'll understand that, too. Either way, no worries."

I really didn't have to think twice about accepting her as a Facebook friend. I confirmed her request as soon as I saw it. After all, as I mentioned at the outset, I had already found her to be very interesting, and that was before she told me about having a foot fetish, which made her even  more interesting.

She couldn't know this about me, but I've always had a fascination about people who have a foot fetish. I guess my fascination started when I hit puberty as a young teen. Back then, I'd fool around with boys, and every once in a while a boy would play with my feet. They probably didn't know it then, and I certainly didn't know it, but they had likely developed a foot fetish. The only thing I knew for sure was that I liked it when tickle fights occurred, and the soles of my feet were the target. Girls or boys; it didn't matter who was tickling my feet. I liked having them tickled. In retrospect, I found the tickling to be very arousing even though at the time I really didn't understand why that was.

I didn't really figure out what a foot fetish was until I went to college. But even then it took me a while to figure it out. In the apartment complex where I rented a single apartment, each set of apartments had a shared area containing a pool, a hot tub, tennis courts, an exercise room, barbecue pits, and other shared spaces. This shared area was often packed, but not always. About an hour or so before the posted closing time the area was pretty deserted with only a few stragglers. That's when I met Brent.

I was pretty serious about my studies, so I made a point not to get romantically involved with anyone. So I just had platonic boyfriends, and Brent was one of them. I'm not sure how it first got started, but he liked giving me foot massage in the hot tub, and I liked getting them from him. He'd give me back massages, too, but his focus was on my feet.

One time when I was especially tired, and he and I were the only ones in the hot tub, I kept dosing off while resting my head on my arms. When I apologized for dosing off, Brent told me he took it as a compliment, and I wasn't to give it a second thought. So I didn't.

The next time I woke up after dozing off again, I was in a state of arousal as if I'd just masturbated, and I was about to cum. Of course, I wasn't particularly surprised by it because I had chosen a spot in the hot tub that afforded me the pleasure of a pulsating jet pounding away at my pussy and clit. It wasn't unusual for me to get off like that, which I'd even do with discretion whenever other people were in the hot tub with me. Pretty much every woman I knew there did the same thing, and pretty much every guy knew it. The bi women, and the lesbians in our complex also knew it. Those were the days when we were collectively much more free about enjoying sexual fun.

In fact, back then it's wasn't at all uncommon for another person's fingers to discreetly assist those pulsating jets to help get us off. I happily participated in the naughty fun, but only as a recipient of such pleasures.

Feeling as if I was about to cum, and not wanting to disrupt whatever was going on, I waited until I quietly got off on a series of climaxes before I slowly opened my eyes to see what was happening. To the left of me was a lesbian friend of Brent's, and to the right of me was a woman I'd never seen before. I looked back at Brent's friend to give her a silent smile, and then I closed my eyes again. I could also sense that there were a few more people in the hot tub with us. But I didn't want to disrupt whatever was going on since I was clearly the center of attention, so I kept my eyes closed, and my head down on my forearms.

Once again I could feel my pussy and clit being stimulated by somebody's fingers in addition to the pulsating jet. Then I could feel two people playing with me down there. Somebody else was giving me a really great back massage, and two other people were sucking the toes of both of my feet. Altogether, there were five people pleasuring me at the same time.

At one point I briefly lifted my head to say, "This feels so incredible. Thank you."

Nobody said a word. They just kept pleasuring me until I climaxed really hard multiple times. Except for Brent who stayed to talk, the rest of them had all taken off quite suddenly. I was in such a zoned out state of mind that I really don't remember who played with me. One of them I had never seen before, but the rest of them I knew from the complex.

But I digress. This story is about my lesbian crush.

Before getting Charlie's private message on Facebook, she and I had gotten quite comfortable online with many public replies and posts, which is why I really didn't find her revealing message to me to be overly forward. Sure, she got right to the point about letting me know she has a foot fetish, and she came on pretty strongly, but I was more intrigued and flattered by what she sent than I was upset. In fact, I wasn't upset at all; just curious about where a Facebook friendship with her might lead. I knew that she lived pretty close to me, so I kind of presumed we'd meet in person at some point, which is exactly what we did. I just didn't know things would move ahead so rapidly.

As soon as I confirmed her Facebook friend request, I sent her a private message back.

"A foot fetish, huh?" I typed back. "Interesting."

"I'm glad you think so," she replied. Then she asked, "So when's the last time you had a foot massage?"

"I can't remember, but it's been a very long time." I answered.

"How about a full body massage?" she asked.

"I can't remember," I replied.

"I'll give you both if you'd like to come over to my place," she told me.

"For real?" I asked.

"For real," she answered.

I ended up going over to her place the very afternoon we had chatted online. I'm quite sure that what pulled me there was her offer to soak in her hot tub because I was suddenly drawn to remember the hot tub fun I had with Brent back in my college days.

Intrigued, she teasingly told me, "My hot tub has really great jets in it."

"Then I'm coming over," I told her with an online smilie laugh.

In retrospect, I can now see how I had inexplicably encouraged her to go all out with me in whatever way she wanted. After all, I knew she was a lesbian, I knew she had a foot fetish, and I also knew from some of the teasing remarks she made during our online chat that there was something else in her bag of fetishes that she wanted to engage me in at her place. I just didn't know what that was exactly until she seduced me rather adeptly.

I can't really explain it, but Charlie was my lesbian crush from the moment I saw a series of her posts on Facebook. Even though I'm naturally straight, I was quite taken by her beauty when I looked through her photos out of curiosity once I realized how interesting she is. She's exceptionally beautiful, and could have easily made a living as a model. Instead, she chose to get into business for herself by purchasing income properties, and managing a successful stock portfolio.

I already knew ahead of time that we wouldn't be wearing bathing suits in her hot tub because she told me that she preferred to be naked, and I didn't object. In fact, I told her I was looking forward to it.

I also already knew ahead of time that her offer of giving me a full body massage with a focus on my feet wasn't all that she'd want to do even though she was never specific about it. So I happily accepted that untold naughtiness, the mystery of it all, and she was well aware of my willing submission to "go with the flow" as I remember telling her.

In fact, when she revealed to me that she's dominant in bed with other women, I posted an online smilie laugh in reply, and I joked that I'd have to be "taken" and "tied down" to be with another woman sexually.

She replied, "That's always a lot of fun."

I instinctively knew what I might be getting myself into, and it turned me on to think about it. She didn't disappoint.

Looking back at how this all came to be, and why it is that I love having a lesbian crush, I should point out that sex with my husband had died out even though we continue to love each other, and we remain otherwise happily married. I think he may know that I'm sexually involved with Charlie even though I've never specifically told him. I just kind of joke about it, and tell him I'm going to see my lesbian crush for some "girl time" as I put it.

But that first time he was totally unaware, and I was unsure about what might happen until it actually happened. Charlie claims that she had so plans per se, but that she planned things out nonetheless, and hoped for the best, which is what we both got.

The photos below are very similar to how Charlie enjoys taking me "against my will" as we both like it. They helped to illustrate the story, "How I Became A Cuckold".

Keeping in mind that everything Charlie does to take me against my will is consensual, and always has been even though her first time with me was rather bold, and otherwise particularly forceful.

She and I had spent a great deal of time in her hot tub where she gave me a really great full body massage, and foot massage not to mention a lot of toe sucking, and sole licking. So by then she had gotten me incredibly horny, which made her seduction in her bedroom a fait accompli.

The only thing I let her do was to blindfold me. The rest was by force, which again as I mentioned was actually consensual given that I wanted her to take me. And take me she did. She very adeptly restrained each of my wrists in quick fashion after straddling my naked body, and using her weight and strength to hold me down while I struggled. But it was only a mock struggle, which she loved as she and I both role played having her take me against my will.

Being an experienced lesbian, I shouldn't gave been surprised at how expert she is at getting a woman off. Even in the best of days with my husband, and other men before him, I had never been sexually satisfied so completely, and so thoroughly.

To this day we remain lovers. Well, more accurately, I really don't do anything to her except to let her take me sexually, which makes her perfectly happy, and satisfied.