Our Handyman Has A Foot Fetish

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, September 25, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, September 28, 2025.

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When my wife told me that she caught our handyman Jose sniffing one of her leather sandals, I asked her with excitement what she said to him when she caught him in the act.

"I didn't say anything," she answered with a big smile on her face.

"Did he say anything to you?" I asked.

"He didn't know that I saw him," she clarified. "I had gone out to run some errands, and I told him that I wouldn't be back for another hour or so. But I forgot the grocery list, so I went back home to get it. I was only gone for like 5 minutes. After I grabbed the grocery list in the kitchen, I wanted to see how things were going with the new toilet installation, so I went to the bedroom to take a look."

"Is that when you caught him sniffing one of your leather sandals?" I asked. "How come he didn't see you?"

"I didn't step into the bedroom after I saw what he was doing in the mirror," she explained. "His back was to the mirror, so I could see what he was doing from the doorway, but he couldn't see me."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That must have been kind of weird for you."

"Not at all," she laughed. "It kind of turned me on to see him sniffing my leather sandal, especially when I saw that he was also jerking himself off."

"You could see that?" I asked.

"I couldn't see it directly," she told me, "but I could tell that he was jerking himself off."

"He didn't notice you at all?" I asked.

"There's no way that he could see me from where he was sitting," she explained. "You can't see the doorway from there, so he'd have to turn his head way to the side to see me in the mirror. It was the perfect vantage point for me. He had no idea that I was watching."

"That's amazing!" I exclaimed! "He must have a foot fetish."

"I think he does, too," she agreed. "Just like you. I guess that's why it turned me on to see him getting off on one of my leather sandals. I'll bet you'd love to see him get off on my feet, wouldn't you?"

"You know I would!" I smiled.

My wife already knew that I fantasized about other men getting off on her feet, which is why it was particularly intriguing for both of us to find out that Jose must have a foot fetish like me. Luckily for us, Jose did handyman work for us on a pretty regular basis, so we got to see him at least every other month or so.

When my wife teased that she might consider letting Jose play with her feet if he'd give us his wholesale price on materials, I told her that I'd love to see her give it a shot. She even suggested that she might be able to negotiate a lower hourly rate, but when I told her he already gave us a lower than normal hourly rate, she agreed not to say anything about it.

When I asked her how she was going to bring up the subject of him having foot fetish fun with her, she told me with a mischievous smile that she'd figure something out. A few days later she told me what happened, and she also told me to very quietly come back home at a specific time to catch him in the act of having his way with her feet.

I learned that she had very sweetly told him about catching him in the act of sniffing one of her leather sandals, and jerking off on it. She let him know that I have a foot fetish like him, which he acknowledged he has, and she told him that she was flattered by what she had caught him doing.

When she suggested that we could buy materials at his wholesale cost in exchange for letting him have his way with her feet, he not only told her that he'd be happy to do that, but he also told her that he'd give us a "special hourly rate" as well. He actually insisted on it.

When Jose expressed his concern for me, and wondered if she had told me about what was going on between them, she assured him that I was fully aware, and that I was excited with the idea of catching him in the act of having his way with her feet.

"He won't get angry?" Jose asked.

"No, he won't," she assured him. "He fantasizes about this kind of thing all the time."

A few days later, as planned, I quietly came back home after supposedly going out to run errands to catch Jose in the act of worshiping my wife's perfect feet. I could tell that he was expecting to see me at any moment, because after I got back home, I saw him looking at the doorway to our bedroom a lot, and also looking at the reflection of the doorway in our bedroom's wall length mirror a lot.

He didn't notice me right away, but when he did, I gave him a thumbs up signal to let him know that I approved, and I flashed him a warm smile. I could tell that he was relieved that everything was as fine as my wife told him it would be because he stopped looking to see if I was watching.

As for my wife, it was clear from her body language that she thoroughly enjoyed the way that Jose worshiped her feet. He lustily sucked each, and every one of her perfectly pedicured toes, sometimes taking all 10 of her toes into his mouth at the same time, and sometimes 5 at the same time. He kissed, and licked every inch of her feet, including each, and every crevice of her sexy wrinkled soles.

Sometimes he also lightly tickled her soles, which she enjoyed a lot. When the tickling got heavier, and she squirmed from the sensation of it, he had her feet side by side on his upper thighs with his hard cock in between her wrinkled soles. The more she squirmed from the harder tickling, the more friction her soles created against his hard cock. In no time at all, the forced reverse solejob he was getting off on made him shoot a heavy load of cum all over soles, and all over the back of her legs.

Some of his cum shot so high, and so far back that it splashed onto her bikini bottoms, and onto her bare back. My wife had put a small hand towel on the bed next to her before they got started, which Jose used to clean the cum off of her practically naked body.

I guess that was his cue to leave, so he quickly zipped up his shorts, and headed out after he thanked my wife for letting him have his way with her feet.

As soon as Jose headed out of the bedroom, I practically jumped on top of my wife to have my way with her after stripping off her bikini. After the way that Jose had worshiped my wife's feet, she was super horny. Both of us were sexually ravenous, and needed to get off even though I had already jerked off to a climax.

My wife was in desperate need to cum since she had only gotten off with small little climaxes while having her feet worshiped. I used a favorite sex toy of hers to induce a series for force orgasms that included getting her to squirt uncontrollably.

"I think we're going to have to do this again," I told her. "Watching him worship your feet really got me going!"

"I'm not going to say no to that," she laughed. "I mean, he really knows his way around women's feet."

"I'm glad you feel that way," I replied.

"Me, too," she told me.