He Shot His Load All Over My Wife's Sleeping Soles

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"Remember that guy Glenn, the one you said who kept staring at your feet at the office party last night?" I asked my wife.

"Of course I do," she answered with a laugh. "I think if he could have, he would have gobbled up my feet."

"I'm sure he would have," I told her, "and why wouldn't he? You know how sexy your feet are."

"You're only saying that because you have a foot fetish," she reminded me.

"Even if I didn't have a foot fetish," I replied, "you know very well that you have really sexy feet."

"Did he tell you that?" She asked about Glenn.

"He did," I answered, "and he confessed to me after a few drinks that he often fantasizes about your feet."

"Fantasizes in what way?" She asked.

"He has fantasies about playing with your feet while you're asleep," I answered.

"That's pretty naughty," she laughed.

"It's very naughty," I agreed. "He even showed me a couple of pics of what he'd like to do."

"What kind of pics?" She asked.

"These kind," I answered while pulling up the two pics that he shared with me at the office party.

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"Hey, wait a minute!" She protested. "Those look like my feet!"

"I know," I agreed. "They really do."

"But they're not, are they?" She asked.

"No!" I answered. "I wouldn't take pics like those without your permission."

"That's a relief," she replied.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"Think about what?" She answered with her own question.

"What do you think about having Glenn come over to play with your feet while you're asleep?" I asked.

"That would be kind of creepy," she answered.

"But I thought you said it would be pretty naughty," I reminded her.

"Not if he did it," she told me. "He's practically a complete stranger."

"But wouldn't you find it kind of hot?" I asked.

"I know that you would," she laughed. "Why do you ask? Do you want to watch him to play with my feet while I'm asleep?"

"That would be super hot!" I exclaimed.

"I can see that," she laughed again. "You boys and your foot fetishes!"

"We can't help ourselves," I laughed in return, "and I know that Glenn wouldn't be able to resist your sexy soles if he saw them while you're asleep."

To my surprise, my wife asked without objection, "So how would that work?"

"Simple," I told her. "I'd invite him over to watch a game, and like you usually do whenever I have any of my friends over to watch a game with me, you could excuse yourself to go to sleep."

"And then what?" She asked with intrigue.

"After a little while," I answered, "I'll remind him about the pics that he shared with me, and I'll ask him if he wants to take a sneak peek of your feet while you're asleep."

"But what if he says no?" She asked.

"He's not going to say no," I answered. "Your sexy soles are too tempting for him not to want to take a look."

"But he'll do more than look, right?" She asked.

"That's the idea," I smiled. "I'm pretty sure that he'll do more than just look. I'll naughtily encourage it."

"But you know that I'm a light sleeper," she reminded me.

"I know that," I affirmed, "but Glenn doesn't know that."

"You mean that I should pretend to be a heavy sleeper?" She asked.

"Exactly," I confirmed. "I could tell him that you're a really heavy sleeper."

"I guess I could do that," she told me.

"Of course you could," I assured her.

"I don't know," my wife drawled a little before telling me that she didn't want to open up a can of worms. "I mean," she explained, "this isn't exactly on the up, and up."

"Because consent hasn't been established?" I asked.

"Right," she affirmed.

"It's ironic that you mentioned the issue of consent," I told her, "because Glenn told me the same thing, that if he were to play with your feet while you're asleep, he'd be doing something without your consent. He wanted to make sure that he had your consent somehow."

"He said that?" She asked.

"He did," I answered.

"So you two have talked about this for a while now, right?" She asked. "And this was your idea to have him come over to play with my feet while I'm asleep; not his."

"Yeah it was," I admitted, "but I only brought it up when I found out that he has a foot fetish, and after I learned about his sleeping feet fantasies."

"So not my sleeping feet?" She asked.

"Not yours specifically," I answered, "but definitely yours in theory because your sexy wrinkled soles are exactly his type. I mean, you saw the pics. They look just like your feet, and I told him that. You should have seen how excited he got."

"And you, too," my wife laughed.

"And me, too," I confessed. "That would be incredibly hot to watch him play with your feet while he thinks that you're really asleep."

"Okay," my wife giggled, "I guess that would be pretty hot."

"And it would feel good, too," I reminded her.

"I'm sure it would," she replied. "I'm game if you are," she told me. "The thing is, we have to figure out the consent stuff. If he does come over to play with my feet when he thinks that I'm really asleep, I don't want him to feel badly about it later on."

"I'll let him that you and I have role played the sleeping feet scenario before," which my wife and I had done many times over the years. "I'll also tell him that you reacted with excitement whenever I playfully suggested surprising you with another man while you're asleep for real," which I had also done many times with her over the years.

"I do," I answered, "After all, it's a basic truth of how we've played over the years."

"Sure," I answered. "I'll make sure to tell him that you're a heavy sleeper. As for feeling selfish, there's no need to feel that way. Think about it. He'll be selfishly happy by getting to enjoy your feet while he thinks that you're in the dark about what he's doing."

"So we're both going to be selfish," she laughed.

"All three of us will be enjoying own selfish ways," I told her, "so I see it as a win-win-win situation."

On the evening of our respective selfish ways, everything pretty much went as planned. The only variation to the plan was that Glenn was in the bedroom with my wife all by himself most of the evening while I stayed in the living room watching the game on the big screen.

Naturally, though, I stepped away from the TV to peek into the bedroom pretty regularly to enjoy being a voyeur to the naughty foot fetish fun that unfolded.

Long before Glenn shot his load on my wife's soles, he kissed, and licked each one of her soles, and he sucked on each one of her toes. My wife had naughtily laid in bed completely naked as she usually does with me after taking a shower before going to bed for the night. After releasing his load, he used a small towel to clean his cum off of her soles before leaving to go home.

"That was incredible!" He exclaimed before leaving. "I just wish that your wife could have enjoyed it."

"I pretty sure she did," I told him with a wink. "I mean, seriously," I added, "even a heavy sleeper's going to wake up at some point considering all that you did to enjoy her soles, and toes."

"You think so?" He asked. "That would be hot, especially if she didn't say a word to me while pretending to still be in a deep sleep."

"I agree," I told him. "That would be a very hot thing to do."

Thankfully, both my wife and Glenn told me separately that they really got off on the whole sleeping feet scenario. They both wanted to repeat the fun, which we did on a semi-regular basis whenever my wife was in the mood to be the subject of Glenn's attention.