She Caught Me Playing With
Her Sleeping Feet
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I've known Frank's wife Sheila for a little over 10 years. Frank and I
have worked together all of that time. My ex-wife and I often went to
their house for birthday parties, and other parties as well. After my wife
and I got divorced, and she moved to another city with her next husband, I
continued to be friends with Frank and Sheila.
I've always been sexually attracted to Sheila's feet. She takes great care
of them with regular pedicures with different colors of polish, and
they're perfect in every way. She has relatively high arches, perfectly
symmetrical toes, and her soles are beautifully wrinkled.
The first time that I ever played with Sheila's sleeping feet was shortly
after my ex-wife moved away. I was feeling "foot deprived"
without my wife's feet to enjoy, which made the temptation to take a
closer look at Sheila's feet too much for me to pass up when I had the
opportunity.
It was late at night near the end of one of their parties when I went to
their upstairs guest bathroom to pee. I regularly used that upstairs
bathroom plenty of times before, so I didn't think twice about using it
again.
Like Sheila had done many times before when only a few people were still
hanging around, she had excused herself from the party to go to bed.
Whenever I'd use their upstairs guest bathroom, their bedroom door was
always closed. One time, though, the door was slightly ajar.
I needed to pee so badly that I didn't take a peek even though that's all
I thought about doing while I peed. After peeing, and washing my hands, I
slowly peered in past their bedroom door. The sight before me was way too
tempting to pass up, so I tried to plot some kind of strategy to spend
some time with her feet even though I had no idea what that strategy would
be.
When I walked back downstairs to assess what was going on, and to plan my
next move, I was surprised that there was nobody else but Frank. What
wasn't surprising was to find him snoring rather loudly on the couch in
their den. It was clear to me that he was out cold. It looked like he
planned to stay there for the night since he had covered himself with a
blanket.
From previous conversations with both him, and Sheila, I knew that it
wasn't uncommon for him to sleep on the couch after one of their parties.
Her usual routine when their parties went on too long was to excuse
herself, get into a bath, and go to bed. I assessed that's what happened
this time, too, but I kind of hit the jackpot when I found that Sheila
hadn't fully closed their upstairs bedroom. That was a first.
I was giddy with excitement, and I felt really naughty for what I was
thinking of doing. In my "foot deprived" state
of mind, the situation before me was an opportunity that far too tempting
to pass up. In his state of inebriation, I guessed that Frank must have
forgotten that I was still in their house, and that he had closed down
their party.
Sure enough, that seemed to be confirmed when I checked their front door
to see if Frank had locked it. When I confirmed that the deadbolt was in
fact closed in the locked position, my first thought was that I was locked
inside of their house. There was no handle on their front door to self
lock it. But then I remembered that their back door had a handle that
could be locked, and pulled shut to keep it locked in addition to a
deadbolt lock, which I'd have to leave unlocked when I l left their house.
While I was walking up their stairs to get to the 2nd floor, I knew deep
down that I was doing something wrong, which gave me 2nd thoughts about
going through with what I had in mind. But again, I was in a "foot
deprived" state of mind, so the temptation to at least
get a really close look at her feet was far too great to pass up.
When I peered into their bedroom again, she was basically still in the
same position that I saw her in before. Her left leg, and foot were fully
exposed from underneath the covers, and bedspread. She was positioned in
such a way that I was able to see a glimpse of her bare pussy. When I
realized she was only wearing a slip, and had no panties on, I could
hardly contain myself. I could feel my heart beating fast with the
anticipation of discreetly playing with her feet, and her practically
naked body while she was asleep.
After kneeling down at the foot of the bed, I got as close to the space in
between her toes as I could with my nose without actually touching her
toes with it. Right away I could smell the lovely fragrance of what I
guessed was either a foot lotion of some kind, or perhaps the fragrance of
bathing bubbles. Sheila had told me before that she loved to soak in nice,
soothing bubble baths.
Being a typical guy, I couldn't really tell you what the fragrance smelled
like, but whatever it was smelled great. I know a lot of guys are into
feet that have a bad odor to them, but that's not what turns me on. I'm
into nicely smelling feet, which Sheila's are.
At some point I began to very lightly tongue Sheila's toes, and then I
tongued the crevices of her wrinkled soles. By then my cock was rock hard,
and I wanted to release it from the shorts I was wearing. But I was too
afraid she might wake up to my increasing perversion, so I kept my cock
where it was. I felt that she'd be very upset with me if she was to wake
up to what I was doing, which would mortify me.
When Sheila suddenly stirred, and she shifted her position in bed so that
she was face down on her stomach with her soles face up side by side, I
wondered if she had felt me tonguing the sole of her left foot, or if she
hadn't noticed, and was unconsciously changing her position in bed like so
many of us do while we're still asleep.
In my perverted state of mind, my first thought was that she had
positioned herself to give me full access to her sexy wrinkled soles after
realizing that I was pleasuring her left foot. But then I reminded myself
that my thinking was unrealistic, and that I shouldn't act as if she had
given me permission to continue playing with her feet.
As I surrendered to the temptation that was too great to pass up, and as
discreetly as I could, I began to softly kiss, and tongue both of her sexy
wrinkled soles. I switched back and forth at random while getting off on
every moment of my daring perversion.
This went on for a while until she began to squirm a little, and let out
what seemed to be a few moans of satisfaction. I couldn't know for sure if
I was deciphering things correctly, or if I was simply imagining her
pleasure, thinking that she was tacitly giving me approval with
encouragement for me to continue.
The only thing that I did know was that I had engaged in something that
was patently wrong. In my perverted thinking, though, I tried to justify
what I was doing by telling myself that I had already done the wrong
thing, so I might as well continue no matter the outcome.
Having justified my actions, I took the bold move to ever so slightly lift
her right foot up just enough in the palm of my left hand so that I could
suck her toes more easily. A moment later while I had the big toe of her
right foot entirely in my mouth while sucking it, and as I cupped her foot
in both of my hands, she moaned with what seemed to me was a moan of
pleasure.
To my surprise, she suddenly said in a loud whisper without lifting her
head to look back at me, "That feels really nice."
I wondered if she even knew that I was the one sucking her big toe.
I interrupted what I was doing to say, "I'm glad you like it.
I was afraid that you'd be pissed."
"Why would I be pissed?" She asked after taking a peek
in my direction. "What you're doing feels great."
"That's a relief," I told her. "Thank you
for not freaking out after you realized that somebody was sucking your
big toe."
"I'm not a freak out kind of person," she told me. "You
should know that by now."
"Yeah," I affirmed. "You've always had a
calm demeanor about you, and your reaction here proves it."
"Well," she explained, "I had a feeling
that you were the one playing with my feet. Otherwise, I might have
gotten upset."
"You knew that I was the one?" I asked.
"Not for sure," she answered, "but
I knew from your ex that you were into feet, so I figured you were
probably the one."
"Well that's embarrassing," I told her.
"More embarrassing than sneaking into my bedroom to play with
my feet while I'm asleep?" She asked with a laugh.
"Okay," I laughed in return. "You've
got me on that."
"I sure do," she confirmed. "And now you
kind of owe me, so you might as well finish what you started."
"I'll do that with great pleasure," I assured her. "By
the way, I had no intention of coming on to you like this. It's just
that I couldn't resist the temptation of taking a peek when I saw that
your door was ajar. I've never seen it open after you've gone to bed,
and once I took that first step by sneaking into your bedroom, I just
couldn't help myself after that. But I have to tell you, I feel like a
worm because what I did was so perverted, and I'm really sorry about
surprising you like I did."
"I'm flattered by how tempted you were," she replied, "and
to make you feel better, I wasn't entirely surprised."
"You weren't?" I asked.
"Not really," she answered. "You're
practically the only person who ever uses our upstairs guest bathroom.
Everybody else uses the one downstairs. Even Frank uses it a lot since
he often sleeps on the couch in our den."
"Yeah," I affirmed, "I already knew that he
sleeps on the couch a lot."
"Did you know that we sleep in separate bedrooms?" She
asked.
"You do?" I rhetorically asked. "I
never knew that."
"We've been sleeping in separate bedrooms for years,"
she explained. "As I'm guessing you might already know, he
snores really loudly, so sleeping in different bedrooms makes a lot of
sense."
"That's does make sense," I affirmed. "Despite
my perversion, and what I did tonight," I added, "I
hope you know that I don't mean in any way to interfere in your
marriage, or to get in the way of it."
"I know that," she replied. "There's
nothing to worry about as long as you know that I don't want Frank to
ever get hurt by whatever is going on here. If this continues, both of
us need to be discreet about it, okay? He doesn't need to know."
"Of course," I answered. "I completely
understand, and I agree."
"Good," she replied. "By the way, I like
this perversion of yours. I love what you're doing to my feet."
"That's good to know," I told her. "So
maybe you can go back to sleep, and I'll continue where I left off."
"My feet are all yours," she smiled while closing her
eyes so that we could enjoy more of our faux sleeping arrangement.
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