She Lets Me Worship Her Feet While Her Husband's At Work

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, May 5, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Saturday, May 17, 2025.

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These are the soles of another man's wife who lets me have my way with her feet while her husband's at work.

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The 1st time that Sheila and I met was when she and her husband sat down next to me in a hot tub at a health club where we're members. I had seen them before, but we had never spoken.

After she turned her head back to face her husband so that they could talk, my interest immediately turned to Sheila's sexy wrinkled soles that were only inches away from my thigh. Given how friendly the two of them were with me, I decided to test the waters with her in the hot tub, pun intended, so I very lightly began to trace her sexy wrinkled soles with my fingers as discreetly as I could.

Not knowing the sexual dynamic between her and her husband, I could only guess that he hoped I was playing with his wife's sexy wrinkled soles underneath the bubbling water. But I had no idea, and at that moment it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Sheila liked what I was doing to her feet, and she was helping to facilitate our foot fetish fun.

I ended up giving both of her feet a really great foot massage, which included sexy light tickling that she seemed to really enjoy. I could have very happily played with her feet much longer than I did, but her husband soon got out of the hot tub, and she told him that she'd see him outside in a bit after she showered. He didn't seem to mind that she stayed behind.

After her husband got up to leave, she thanked me for the foot massage, and I told her that I hoped to give her another one soon if she'd be up for it. When she told me that she'd love to have me give her another foot massage, I grabbed one of my business cards to give to her, and I told her that I hoped she'd call or text me to let me know when she'd be at the health club again.

The next day she playfully texted, "Sheila's feet here. I hope you remember us. We'd like you to give us another massage, and we wanted you to know that we liked being tickled. Do you make house calls?"

"Hi Sheila's feet," I playfully texted back to mirror the clever way she texted me. "I remember you well. How could I not? Your soles are wonderfully wrinkled, and I love how you enjoy being tickled. It would be my pleasure to make a house call. My schedule is flexible, so pretty much any time would be fine."

She texted back, "Would today be okay? Sheila says it's too soon, but we'd love to have you come over today anyway."

"Today would be great!" I texted back.

"Is an hour and a half from now okay?" She texted back. "It'll give us enough time for Sheila to put us in a really nice bath. We LOVE baths. They make our soles even more wrinkled than they normally are."

"An hour and a half would be terrific," I texted back. "Tell Sheila thanks for soaking you in a nice bath."

"You can tell her yourself when you get here," she texted back, "and when you do get here, I'm all yours! I'll text you the address in a moment. See you soon."

"See you soon Sheila's feet," I texted back. "I'm looking forward to it."

"We are too," she texted back along with her address.

What a sense of humor, I thought. It made me wonder about her husband. Would he be there to greet me at the door? Is this something the two of them do with foot fetish guys? Or with other men perhaps, even if they don't have a foot fetish?

I stepped into the shower to get myself ready for my house call for Sheila's feet. I laughed as I wondered how Sheila would fit into all of this playfulness, and where her husband would fit in as well. I had a few questions.

An hour and a half later after I rang Sheila's bell, she said over the speaker, "My feet told me you were coming over. Hang on a second. I'll be right there to let you inside."

When Sheila greeted me at the door, she said with a smile, "My feet and I are glad you could make it. How are you?"

"I'm doing great!" I told her as she let me inside. "I'm so happy that your feet invited me over."

"Me too," she giggled. "Apparently, my feet are all yours, so I guess I'll just take them where they want me to be."

"That sounds good to me," I went along with her playful banter. "Wherever they want you to be, I'll follow, and then your feet and I will get to know each other better."

After I followed her into her master bedroom, she took off her robe, and she laid face down on her bed with nothing on but a short, sexy nightgown. When she laying down, her nightgown moved enough for me to see that she had no panties on.

"My feet want me to be like this," she said. "Is that okay?"

"Whatever they want, I'm all in," I told her.

I would have played along the entire time like this just to have my way with her feet even though a part of me wondered what I was getting myself into. She must have sensed my concern, or maybe she felt it was time to get real with me. Either way, I was glad that she explained to me what was going on while I massaged her sexy feet.

The biggest question I had was about her husband, and how he played into all that had happened so far. She told me that he knew I was coming over to have my way with her feet while he was at work, and that it was a kink for him to hear her talk to him about it afterward.

She had told him what happened at the health club, which he hoped would happen, and that naughty revelation turned into a night of passionate sex. She said, however, that they were not swingers. He didn't play with other women unless those woman played with her, and they were playing together. Sometimes she would have sex with other men, but that mostly happened because it turned her husband on to hear about it afterward, or it turned him on to watch. Otherwise, she really only wanted to have intercourse with her husband.

She did admit, though, that there were times when her body wanted to be sexually ravished by other men, and even women when they were really into her feet, and they worshiped her feet to get themselves off. Foot worshiping got her really horny, and really wet.

"I can't help myself," she told me.

She had essentially described my passion for foot worshiping, which she realized herself when I began to passionately suck her perfectly shaped, and perfectly pedicured toes. Then, when I started jerking off onto her soles, and I shot loads of cum all over them, she knew for sure that my foot fetish was a driving force that gets me off.

"I could have gotten you off myself," she told me. "I love to jerk guys off."

"I didn't want to presume anything," I told her, "so that's why I jerked off onto your soles. I hope you didn't mind."

"I loved it!" She exclaimed. "Your cum felt really warm. It was nice. You're welcome to do that anytime you want."

When I tickled the soles of her feet, I found out right away how ticklish her soles really are. In the water, like in the hot tub at our health club, her soles aren't as ticklish as they are out of water. With a little lotion, or my cum, or both, I found her feet to be very ticklish!

They were so ticklish that the squirming to get away while my cock was sandwiched in between her sexy wrinkled soles caused more than enough friction to make me shoot my load, which I did a couple of times.

Surprisingly, though, my cock got really hard again, and when she saw it, she blurted out, "I want you to fuck me! And when you do, put my legs over your shoulders, and worship my feet!"

She deftly grabbed a condom from a nightstand, and told me to put it on, which I quickly did. In no time at all my hard, throbbing cock was deep inside of her pussy, and her legs were over my shoulders. That made it easy for me to worship her toes with my mouth and my tongue while I had her wrists pinned above her head to better keep her immobilized. I could tell that she loved being sexually dominated while she was helpless to do anything about it!

"Oh my God! What are you doing to me!" She exclaimed with glee as she started to climax while losing herself in multiple orgasms. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"I am too!" I exclaimed.

I could feel myself cumming into the condom, which surprised me since I had already shot my load a few times.

When I started to pull out, she pleaded, "Please. I want you to stay inside of me. I like how you feel."

Instead of pulling out, I stayed inside of her while holding her against my chest as we laid on our sides, me on my right side, and her on her left side. Even though the way we were lying on the bed together with my cock still inside of her was very intimate, it felt natural, and even nurturing for us to enjoy each other like that.

When she curled her legs up behind her, I began to massage her soles again while we continued to hold onto each other.

"That's feels great," she told me. "I'm glad you like my feet."

"I LOVE your feet!" I exclaimed! "I want to suck your toes again, and I want to worship your sexy wrinkled soles again."

"My feet are still all yours," she playfully told me, "and I'd like that, too."

After my cock softened, and released itself from her wet pussy, I laid her down on her stomach, and I began to worship her feet again. I sucked each, and every one of her toes, sometimes taking in all of her toes at the same time, and I kissed, licked, and nibbled every inch of her sexy wrinkled soles.

Whatever she told her husband afterward, he was evidently pleased enough to have Sheila's feet invite me back to worship them again while he was at work. I was told that he got a kick out of the clever texts that his wife had sent me, and that he was pleased that I had texted her back in kind.

I've worshiped her feet a few times now, and it's always been a thrill for both of us. I haven't done it in front of her husband yet, but she's talked about it, and I'm perfectly fine with him watching.