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My husband is one of the kinkiest guys I've ever known. The night after our very first date when he took me to a movie, and then a late dinner, he sucked my toes while giving me an erotic and sensual full body massage.

A few weeks later, he did the same thing, but this time I was blindfolded, and restrained spread eagle completely naked. He pretended to be another man, which I found to be incredibly arousing. A few weeks later he actually surprised me with another man, and then about a week after that he surprised me with a woman. It wasn't long before he surprised me with a couple, and then a group of people.

The biggest surprise was when he arranged to have 7 people combine their efforts to sexually ravish me while I was blindfolded, and
restrained spread eagle completely naked. There were supposed to be 5, but 2 others showed up.

All of these kinky, and incredibly exciting foot fetish play dates happened before we got married. They continued after we got married, but not as frequently. The only reason that the frequency lessened, and then stopped altogether was because over time I had gotten bored. To be clear, though, it only got boring for me because the lovers who sexually ravished me became way too selfish. That's to say, it was always about them; not me, and that's not how sexual submission is supposed to play out when the right people are involved. So when I began to feel like a sex object, and only that, I lost interest.

Surprisingly, my husband didn't seem all that bothered with my lack of interest, which I attribute to his adjustment of getting himself off while watching porn online. Sure, it's not the same as having sex in person, but it was satisfying enough for him to be okay with our subsequent sex lives together.

In retrospect, though, that kind of adjustment shouldn't be okay unless of course a person becomes asexual, which neither of us are. After my husband and I talked about reinvigorating our sex lives, I pretty much left it up to him to come up with ways to do that. After all, I've always trusted him in that regard, so I felt comfortable letting him take the lead.

About a month of so after our talk, my husband told me that he had gotten to know a man with a foot fetish.

"Dan wants to worship your feet," my husband told me, "and I think the scenario he proposed would be a lot of fun. Kind of like the old days, but with a bit of a twist."

In times past, as I reminded my husband, the more that I knew about any given scenario, the less it turned me on. We agreed that it would be best if I was only told the basics. You know; the where, and when of it, and that's all.

My husband told me that the foot worshiping would take place at a nice hotel near our house in the middle of the week on a Wednesday evening at 8:00 p.m. Both of us were excited about reinvigorating our sex lives together. I did wonder, though, just how together it would really be, but I didn't question him about it. Going with the flow seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, I was genuinely excited about having my feet worshiped.

I always keep my size 8 1/2 feet in really great shape with lots of exfoliating, and regular pedicures. I take pride in my feet. A lot of people tell me how great they look; not just men, either. A lot of women tell me how pretty they are.

When we got to the hotel, I was more nervous about things than I had wanted to be, but my husband told me that could work to heighten the sexual tension to my advantage. As soon as he said that, I suddenly became very aroused.

"I think you might be right," I told him. "I'm getting wet thinking about it now."

The only thing that I had been told about our foot fetish play date was that Dan was going to worship my feet. I presumed that my husband would watch for a while, and then add himself to the mix. That's usually what my husband liked to do when another man was involved.

"I'll text you to come up to the room after I make sure that everything is ready," my husband told me in the lobby.

The wait seemed like it was forever, but it was really only about 10 minutes before my husband texted me with Dan's room number. When I got to his room, as I knew to do, I blindfolded myself, and then I knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door was opened, and I was guided inside. Without a word being said, I was slowly, and sensuously stripped completely naked, and then I was laid face down on the bed. The lack of any talking added to the sexual tension.

I didn't expect my husband to add himself to the mix right away, so I was somewhat surprised to feel at the same time one person restraining and securing one of my wrists to the upper corner of the bed, and another person restraining and securing my other wrist to the opposite upper corner of the bed. Then my ankles were restrained, and secured to the bottom corners of the bed.

Pillows were placed underneath my upper thighs, and my hips to elevate my ass. The next thing I felt was the tightening of the restraints so that I was effectively immobilized. Part of my excitement was thinking about how excited my husband would be by watching another man play with me while I was restrained spread eagle completely naked.

It felt incredible to have two men worshiping my feet at the same time. They kissed, licked, and massaged my sexy wrinkled soles. They also sucked my toes. It was double the pleasure. But then, to my surprise as I gasped out loud with excitrement, a 3rd person began massaging my back, and a 4th person began to play with my pussy, and clit.

I thought to myself, what's going on? Who are these other people? With that kind of a surprise, I then began to wonder if my husband was watching, participating, or even in the room at all. I suddenly began remembering when he had left me alone with other people. I mean, it was kind of his thing to do; to get off on as he would explain it to me later on.

Even though I would sometimes initially get pissed when he would do that, more often than not that kind of a surprise was exceptionally arousing. There was something extraordinarily exciting about being so sexually submissive. I've never really understood why I get off on being tied and helpless, but admittedly I do.

People who sexually dominate me can see how aroused, and excited I get, which in turn arouses, and excites them even more than they'd already be with a naked, and bound woman to enjoy, and get off on.

At some point I was released from my restraints, turned over onto my back, and restrained spread eagle again. I don't know how many times that I climaxed with multiple orgasms, and I don't know how many times all of them did, too, but it was a lot.

Surprisingly, what made it even more exciting for me was learning after I was bound on my back that my husband had never been in the room. He had been waiting in the lobby to be summoned up to the room. As it turned out, though, he was never summoned. Instead, he was instructed to go back home where they ended up calling him with an update.

"It may be a while before we get your wife back home," I heard one of them say. "We're just having too much fun with her."

When I heard my husband's voice over the speakerphone asking for me, I blurted out to him, "This is all your doing, honey. Don't forget that I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it."

Of course, I told him this in an aroused, and happy tone of voice, so it was obvious that I was having the time of my life.

"I'm not forgetting," he replied, "which is why I've gotten myself off a number of times just thinking about it, and I'm getting hard all over again thinking about it."

"Take a look," I heard somebody say while pointing their iPhone in my direction. "This is what we're doing to your sexy wife."

I don't think that I got a ride home for another couple of hours. I was exhausted, but very happily so. I really didn't feel up to having sex with my husband; not after having already been so sexually ravished, but I didn't object to letting him have his way with me.

I don't why he blindfolded me, but he did. He also restrained my wrists to the top corners of our bed. Then he fucked me after putting my legs over his shoulders so that he could suck my toes at the same time.

So yeah, reinvigorating our sex lives like we did certainly worked out really well. I'm guessing that we'll be doing the same thing in the very near future.

This story was submitted anonymously.

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