Facetime Bondage Sex

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, March 20, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, March 24, 2024.

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My husband has a foot fetish, which I love because I enjoy having my feet worshiped, and played with, but he also has a voyeur fetish, which is why he wants to watch other people worship, and play with my feet. The thing is, I don't like the idea of him bringing anybody over whom he's met on the Internet.

When I told my husband about my concern, he understood, but he was also disappointed. When he told me that he'd be extra careful about choosing people to come over, I blurted out that maybe I should be the one to find people to come over. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he told me that one of his fantasies was that I'd bring somebody over to worship, and play with my feet while he watched.

To my surprise, he elaborated by telling me his hottest fantasy would be to hear from me about some kind of foot fetish encounter that I'd had during one of my sales trips.

"Hotter than watching?" I asked him. "Wouldn't you get jealous?"

He replied, "That would be a lot hotter than watching, and of course I'd get jealous, but it would be a good kind of jealously because you would have done it for me."

"Be careful what you ask for," I laughed. "You might get it."

Every once in a while we more or less kept having the same conversation until it got to the point that I was kind of getting comfortable with the idea, and I was actively looking for opportunities to fulfill his fantasy while having some foot fetish fun myself.

That's when I thought about Paul. He's a representative in the purchasing department of a hospital where I sell supplies. Along with other hospitals in the area, I make monthly trips there, which is half way across the country from where I live. I'll never forget the first time that we had met because he told me how pretty my feet are.

I was wearing iconic NEARLYNUDE Stuart Weitzman leather sandals that are made in Spain. They're expensive, but well worth it because they're so comfortable, and they look really sexy. Admittedly, I use whatever sex appeal I have to help me make sales. Especially when I see a man who's into feet, I love teasing him with mine.

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Most people whom I meet in my work environment remain respectful, and rarely ever cross the line into sexual harassment even when I get a little flirty with them, which I like to be with both men, and women whenever I feel the vibe is right. Otherwise, I remain professional in every respect.

When I first met Paul, he was very professional. He was almost too straight-laced. But after a while, he loosened up a bit. After I saw that he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of my feet, especially whenever I crossed my legs, and alluringly flexed my feet to show off my high arches, I could tell that he had a foot fetish.

When I met Paul's wife Sheila during an office party, we hit it off right away. She had been drinking quite a bit, and so had I. We ended up hanging out together in a dark corner of the bar where the party was being hosted. As it happened, I was wearing the same Stuart Weitzman leather sandals that I'd been wearing when I first met Paul. Sheila told me that he had bought her the same sandals because he liked them so much on me.

"You know he has a foot fetish, don't you?" She said about Paul.

"I wasn't aware," I told her even though I had figured that out on the first day that I met him.

"I know he can't say this because of your working relationship," she continued, "but I happen to know that he's really into your feet."

Acting surprised, I giggled, and rhetorically asked, "He is?"

"Oh yeah," she slurred her reply. "Big time! And I think it'd be really hot if you let him worship your feet. I'd love to watch that!"

Delighted by what she was telling me, I told her about my husband's fantasy of watching somebody worship my feet. I then shared that his hottest fantasy was to hear from me about having a foot fetish encounter that I'd had during one of my sales trips.

"I want you to come up to our suite upstairs tonight," she told me. "Could you do that? Please. Pretty please."

"I guess I could," I replied. "Are you sure? What about Paul? Would he be okay with that?"

"Oh honey," she laughed, "we've already talked about it; a lot. So yeah, he'll be delighted!"

I hadn't really given any serious thought to what Sheila was proposing because she seemed pretty wasted, but I had been drinking, too, so any inhibitions I might otherwise have had were gone.

As it turned out, Paul had been drinking, too, but he wasn't that wasted. Besides, he and Sheila had booked adjoining suites in the hotel where the office party was taking place. It's something they routinely did because of their swinging lifestyle.

When we got to their suite, a decision had already been made for us to enjoy the 8-person hot tub that was in it. By the time we got into the suite, two other couples whom I didn't recognize were already naked in the hot tub. They hadn't been at the office party. They were simply friends with benefits whom Sheila and Paul had played with before. I knew that they were going to be there because Sheila had told me there was a swinger's gathering in the adjoining suites, which she had invited me to enjoy.

"At the very least, you should watch," Sheila told me. "You don't have to do anything."

I have to admit that I loved the whole set-up with the adjoining suites, which in addition to having an 8-person hot tub in each suite also had two showers and two Jacuzzi bathtubs in each suite. I knew that my husband would have loved being there with me.

"It's too bad that he's not here," I told Sheila.

"Yeah, but he's going to love hearing about it," she giggled.

I knew that Sheila was right even though I had no idea what was actually going to happen. After all, my involvement was a spur of the moment thing. Nonetheless, I could tell from the moment that I entered the suite that I'd have a great time even if nothing sexual happened.

Given that I was the "surprise guest of honor" as Sheila introduced me, and given that the six of them had already played together numerous times, I suppose that I should have expected to be the center of attention.

It didn't take long at all to realize that I was their party favor, so to speak, which was pretty exciting.

As soon as I stepped into the bubbling hot tub completely naked after taking a shower, I was blindfolded for the "added eroticism" as Sheila explained it. I practically had no idea who was doing what to me when I felt the incredibly arousing sensation of having 12 hands along with 6 mouths and tongues stimulating my naked body. All at the same time, too!

Whomever was sucking my toes sure knew what they were doing. The sensation was incredible, especially since waterproof sex toys were stimulating my pussy, and clit at the same time. Climaxing in the hot tub while completely naked, and blindfolded was a great experience. It was amazing! Little did I know then that was just the start.

Nobody really said anything during my sexual ravishment, which was fine by me. The silence was actually part of the eroticism. I don't know how long we were in the hot tub, but it was long enough for the skin on my hands and feet to feel like prunes.

Nobody said a word when they carefully took me out of the hot tub, toweled me off, and laid me face up on what I later found out was an oversized king bed. With no chance to really protest, although to be frank, I was fully in on what they were doing to me, so I had no intention of saying no to what was happening, they deftly restrained me spread eagle in 8-point restraints.

I was effectively immobilized! What a sensation!

"Now that you're tied and helpless," Sheila suddenly said to me, "I have another surprise for you."

"Another surprise?" I asked.

"After we blindfolded you," she explained, "I quietly called your husband on FaceTime."

"You've been watching this whole time?" I asked him incredulously. I hadn't expected this kind of a surprise. I was almost in shock.

"The whole time," he answered excitedly, "and it's been great. I love seeing you tied and helpless with so many wonderful people to play with you, and I loved how they seduced you from the hot tub onto the bed. Thank you for being so adventurously naughty."

"You're the one who suggested it," I told him.

"This is way beyond what I suggested," he replied. "But I think it's great, and I've already gotten off a number of times from what I've seen so far."

Sheila interrupted with a laugh. "Enough talking, you too. We're going to have our way with you, and we're going to make you cum over, and over again until you can't cum any more."

Then she called out my husband's name again, and told him, "Have fun watching!"

"You know I will," he told her.

However this had been arranged with my husband, that thought completely left my head because of how fully they sexually ravished my naked, and bound body. They tickled me all over, and had their way with my soles and toes, too. I was thoroughly exhausted from all of the forced orgasms that they induced from me. Even after they freed me from the restraints, I could barely move.

"We can't wait for your next trip," Sheila playfully said to me later. "I hope you'll let us play with you again."

"How can I not?" I laughed. "That was amazing!"

My husband pretty much said the same thing after I got back home. He couldn't wait for my next trip there, and he was excited about being able to watch them play with me like they did before.

I have to admit that I was excited about it, too.