I Had My Way With His Wife's Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Wednesday, September 24, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Friday, September 26, 2025.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

There's a crush I have at work. Her name is Brenda. I don't know if it's because she picked up on my attraction to her, or she was feeling naughty for some reason, but she started teasing me with her sexy feet the very first week that she started working.

I love it when a woman teases me with her feet. It's SO arousing!

Luckily for me, Brenda's husband and I had the chance to get to know each other when Brenda's car was in the shop all week long. He would drop by to pick her up from work.

When I first talked to Greg on my own in the parking lot while Brenda was still working, I already knew from her that he has a foot fetish like me. To my embarrassment, he knew that Brenda and I were very flirtatious with each other at work. Thankfully, it turned out that he was turned on by it. He told me that he liked that I have a foot fetish like him, and he fantasized about me having my way with her feet.

Greg encouraged his wife to tease me with her feet, which to my delight she did every chance she got. One day, when she and I were alone in her office, which wasn't entirely unusual, she kicked off the open toed leather sandals she was wearing, and she propped her bare feet on the top of her desk to tease me.

I agreed right on the spot! The photos below remind me of that day because Brenda's feet are very similar.

Our records show that foot fetish model Sammi back then provided her sammiishere99999@gmail.com email address.

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By the time Brenda got her car back, Greg and I had exchanged cell phone numbers. Teasing the possibility, he told me that he'd love to have me surprise his wife with some foot fetish fun at their house when the timing seemed right.

Greg let me know that even though he and Brenda weren't swingers, he'd playfully tease his wife about bringing other men over to worship her feet, and have sex with her. He wanted to watch, and he teased her like that even before they got married. She happily played along with his fantasy because the idea of having another man have sex with her while he watched turned her on.

Brenda loves having her feet worshiped, and Greg loves to worship them. In that regard, they were a perfect match. The foot fetish game they enjoyed was for him to slowly, and sensuously wake her up from a nap on their TV room couch after he got home from work.

She usually got home from work at about 5:00 p.m., and he'd get home by about 6:30 p.m. That left her plenty of time to hop in the shower, and get herself ready to have him naughtily wake her from a nap.

I immediately replied, "I'm definitely up for it. Just let me know when, and I'll be there."

"Can you make it in about an hour or so?" He asked. "She wants to soak in the tub for a while, which usually take her about an hour, and she just got in it a few minutes ago."

"Love it!" I texted back. "An hour or so it is."

"Great!" He replied. "One last thing ... can I give you a quick call to fill you in on some last minute details? It'll only take a couple of minutes, and now would be a good time to talk."

"Okay," I texted back. "I'll talk to you shortly."

When he called, he told me that Brenda had figured out that he was up to something, so she made him confess.

"Sorry, but I had to tell her you were coming over to surprise her," he said to me.

"What did she say when you told her?" I asked.

"She said she was excited about it," he answered. "Here's the thing, though," he added, "she doesn't want you to know that she knows you're coming over. So if she acts surprised, can you just go along with it, and play it by ear?"

I told him I'd be happy to do that.

"If you don't know this already," he added, "it really turned her on when you tickled her feet while she had you take pics for me. That's why she's excited to have you come over to do more of the same."

"She already told me that she likes having the soles of her feet tickled," I confessed to him, "so I already know it turns her on. I can't wait to tickle her feet again."

"She's feeling the same way," he assured me. "I can't wait to watch. I hope you don't mind me watching."

"I've never had any husband watch me tickle his wife's feet before, but I'm pretty sure I'll be fine with it," I told him. "Listen," I added, "I want to have enough time to take a decent shower before I come over, so unless there's anything else you think I should know, I should get into the shower now."

"Nothing in particular comes to mind right now," he replied, "so I'll see you when I see you. Just don't get here too early so that you're not sitting in front of our house for too long. I'll text you after I get her ready for you to come inside."

"Since I live just a few minutes away, maybe it'd be best if I don't come over until I get your text," I suggested.

"Great idea!" He told me. "Let's to that."

"Okay, will do," I replied. "I'll see you later."

"See you later," he texted.

I looked at my watch, and figured that I had a good 40 minutes to get myself ready to play. I took a decently long shower, and then I waited for Greg's text after getting dressed.

About 10 minutes after I was ready to roll, Greg texted, "Slight change of plans. Brenda suddenly told me that she wants to get herself ready while she's home alone to make our fun more exciting, so I'm parked a couple of blocks away from our house. She said she'd text me when she's ready to have her feet worshiped."

"Wow!" I texted back. "That IS a change of plans. So am I supposed to pretend to be you?"

"Exactly! We've done this kind of thing before, so it's not really that much of a change for us," he replied. "I pretend to be another guy, and she pretends to be surprised. Don't forget that she knows you're coming over, but like I said before, don't let her know that you know. If she finds out I told you, she might get pissed, okay?"

"No worries," I assured him. "I totally get it."

"Good," he replied. Then he added, "My thinking is that whatever she texts me, I'll copy it, and I'll send it to you just so you know what's going on in her head."

"Got it!" I replied. "This could get interesting."

"Yeah, especially since she knows you're coming over, and she thinks you don't know," he texted back. "Whatever is going on in her head has to be with you in mind, so I'm very curious how it's all going to play out."

"Me too," I texted back.

A couple of minutes later he texted, "She just sent me this text: I'm waiting for you in my birthday suit. Use the key under the mat to let yourself inside. I'm in the TV room to the left of the front door. My feet are yours!"

A 2nd text immediately after that 1st one clarified, "If you're okay with it, let yourself inside, and follow whatever lead you think she's giving you. I'll likely be there a few minutes after you just to make sure that everything is okay. Unless there's a need for me to say something, I plan to stay quiet as if I'm not there at all."

"Got it!" I texted back. "I'm on my way now!"

A few minutes later I parked on the street in front of their house.

After making sure that none of their neighbors were out walking their dogs, or strolling on the sidewalk, I retrieved the key under the mat to unlock their front door to let myself inside. I knew that Brenda would probably hear the door being unlocked, opened, closed, and locked again from the inside, but I also figured the sound of letting myself inside would add to her excitement.

After locking the front door behind me, I walked over to their TV room on my left where I peeked in to see a candle lit room where Brenda was lying face down on an oversized couch. Just like she teased in her text, she was completely naked.

Of course, being a sole man, my eyes were drawn to her sexy wrinkled soles. Face up, they beckoned me to give them attention.

With a light tickle to naughtily announce my presence, I ran my fingers along the soles of her perfect feet to let her know that I was in the room. She remained still as if she was taking a nap, but I knew she wasn't asleep.

When I noticed that her wrists were crossed over each other above her head on the comfortable padding of the arm of the couch, I also noticed a set of very long silk scarves hanging over the back of the couch. I hadn't been told about those silk scarves, and I wasn't about to put them to waste. Besides, Greg told me to follow hear lead, so I did.

Brenda never mentioned bondage sex to me. Neither did Greg. It made me wonder if this could be a sudden interest of Brenda's or maybe a hidden desire of hers to be bound for tickling. Or maybe bound for sex. Or maybe both.

Without overthinking it, I used a couple silk scarves to tie her wrists together, and then I used two more long scarves to secure her tied wrists to the bottom corners of the side of the couch so that her tied wrists were centered.

Because Brenda knew that I was coming over, I was delighted that she was giving me pretty clear permission to tie her up with those scarves. I had a gut feeling that Greg had no idea about it, which made what was happening much more exciting.

Her ruse of supposedly not knowing about me coming over was enhanced by the wide black blindfold that was secured over her eyes, which also covered the top half of forehead, and the top half of her cute nose. That way, I guessed, she could pretend to be helpless to stop me from having my way with her whenever my presence was revealed.

I decided to make sure that she was tied down tightly, and well.

After securing her wrists, I pulled her naked prone body taut by firmly grabbing onto her ankles so that I could tie them together in place to effectively immobilize her for sensual tickling fun. Neither Brenda nor Greg could have known that I had been into bondage sex all of my adult life, and I that had gotten very proficient at it.

When I suddenly saw that Greg had come into the TV room to watch, I had no idea how long he had been there. But I guess it didn't matter, particularly since he hadn't said a word.

Not only did Greg seem okay with the bondage stuff, but the smile on his face, and the wonderful way Brenda was submitting to my desires was all the permission that I needed. My only focus then was to make sure that Brenda enjoyed everything I did to her naked, and bound body. I switched back and forth from worshiping her soles and toes to tickling her soles. I pretty much followed her body language to get a feel for what to do next.

She didn't say a word. Neither did Greg.

At some point while keeping her tied down tightly, and well, I deftly turned her over onto her back to get her off multiple times. She had laid vibrators, and various sex toys on the table next to the couch, so I took full advantage of having them available to use on her.

Other than cry out with laughter when the tickling was too much for her to take, or cry out when her orgasms were too intense to endure, she didn't say anything in particular for a very long time. She simply allowed me to take full advantage of her sexually while obviously getting off on what I was doing to her naked, and bound body.

Finally, she blurted out to me as if she was talking to her husband, "I can't believe how good you are at this. I've never cum so hard, and so many times in my life!"

That's when I decided the time was right for me to reveal myself to her.

"Surprise!" I blurted out. "It's me. Greg and I worked out a plan for me to surprise you, and it worked out really well."

"It's you? No way!" Brenda exclaimed as if she wasn't aware that I was coming over to surprise her.

"So what do you think?" She said to her husband while obviously presuming his presence.

While Greg followed my lead to keep quiet, I said to Brenda, "If that question is for your husband, he's not in the room to hear it."

With a big smile on his face, Greg was sitting in a chair playing with his cock while he continued to watch.

"What do you mean he's not here?" She asked incredulously. "Where is he?"

Both Greg and I could see that Brenda wasn't at all angry with the white lie I had just given her, so he silently encouraged me to continue the ruse. I played along by telling her Greg was sitting in his car a few blocks away, and that I could call or text him to come back home if she really wanted me to do that.

While playing with her to get her all hot and bothered again, I then teased that I was having a lot of fun being with her on my own, so unless she really, REALLY wanted him to come back home, I had every intention of taking full advantage of having her all to myself.

Seemingly okay with Greg's absence, she said to me with a bit of laughter, "I can't believe he hasn't come back home to watch. I mean, it's his fantasy to watch, so he's really missing out right now."

"I'll tell you what," I said to her. "Here's what I'll do. I'll call him on speakerphone so that you can tell him yourself to come back home. Would that be okay?"

"I guess so," she answered as if she didn't need him to come back home anytime soon.

Greg was amused by her apparent reticence, and gave me a thumbs-up signal to continue playing it by ear.

"Would you rather have him stay where he is so that we can continue to be on our own for a while longer?" I asked.

"I don't want him to get upset," she replied. "But if you want to keep having me all to yourself, I can't really do anything about it since you have me tied and helpless to stop you."

"That's right," I playfully went along with what was clearly turning her on. "You're tied and helpless, and you can't do a thing to stop me from having my way with you all by myself. Your husband will just have to wait."

"I can't believe he hasn't come back on his own," she told me again.

"Neither can I," I told her, "but I think it's super exciting to be talking advantage of you like this without him around. Wouldn't you agree? I mean, look at how wet you are right now!"

"I actually thought he was watching the whole time," she said with a laugh.

"So what turns you on the most? The idea of having him watch, or the idea of having me take full advantage of you while he's out of the house, and you're tied and helpless to do anything about it?" I asked. I genuinely wanted to know.

"I don't know," she answered.

"Sure you do," I playfully challenged her. "You can admit it to me. We don't have to tell him."

"I guess it's more exciting that he's out of the house since you can do whatever you want to me while I tied and helpless to stop you," she admitted.

"I'll bet he feels the same way," I told her. "Otherwise, he'd be here, don't you think?"

"I guess you're right," she replied.

"Let's find out," I told her. "I'm going to call him now, and and put him on speakerphone so that we can find out together how he feels about it. Would that be okay?"

With a laugh she reminded me that she really couldn't do much about it, and I told her that she was correct.

"You're right, and I've decided to give him a call," I playfully told her.

Greg took my lead to scurry out of the house so that he could take my call in his car without Brenda hearing his phone ring. He kind of signaled to me that he was going to his car, so I gave him a few moments to take my call there.

"I'm pretty antsy right now because I've been waiting a long time to get a text or a call from you," he replied.

"You know that you could have come back home anytime," I told him.

"I know that," he replied. "It's just that I was trying to give the two of you some space so that the whole experience could be super exciting for both of you."

Continuing our ruse, I told him, "She only found out a little while ago that I was the one playing with her. She thought you were playing with her."

Brenda chimed in to say, "I was wondering how you could be so good at the bondage stuff."

"What bondage stuff?" He asked her while pretending he had no idea.

"I wanted to surprise you with some bondage stuff to see if you'd like having me tied and helpless," she said to him, "so I laid it all out for you to use on me."

Of course, both Greg and I knew that Brenda was still pretending to be in the dark about being surprised by me.

Continuing my ruse with Greg, I interjected to say, "So I used it instead, and I had my way with your sexy wife."

"He sure did, and there was nothing I could do to stop him!" Brenda enthusiastically told her husband.

"But you liked it, didn't you," he asked his wife. "Did he make you cum?"

"He made me cum over and over again, and I couldn't stop him!" She exclaimed.

I chimed in to ask, "Does it turn you on to know that I was having my way with your wife when she's been on her own with me, and while she's tied and helpless to stop me?"

"Of course it does!" I told him. "That's incredibly hot!"

"Hotter than watching?" Brenda asked him. "I thought you love to watch!"

"I do love to watch," he told her, "but what he's doing to you now when I'm not there to intervene, and you're tied and helpless to stop him, I have to say, it's definitely hotter than being there to watch."

To my surprise, she teasingly replied, "Then next time maybe I'll just go over to his place, and let him have his way with me there."

"Do you want to do this again?" He asked without really addressing what she said.

"Don't you?" She replied to his question with a question.

"I certainly do!" I chimed in to say.

Funnily enough, both Brenda and Greg said in unison with a laugh, "Of course you do!"

Greg then said to us, "I'm just pulling up to the house right now."

"Good," I said to him. "She's still tied and helpless if you want to have your way with her."

"How about it my naughty wife?" He asked her, "Would you like me to take advantage of you while you're still tied and helpless?"

With a laugh she replied to both of us, "You know I can't stop either one of you from having your way with me, so you might as well go for it, and do what you want."

Both Greg and I could tell that she was happy about being played with, and sexually ravished, so that's exactly what we did. Both of us played with her at the same time, we took turns getting her off, and we also took turns fucking her.

"I hope you guys won't get upset when I say this," she told us, "but my favorite part is having my feet worshiped by both of you at the same time. I'm not about to tell you to stop anytime soon, so you'll have to stop on your own when you feel like it."

I don't know how much longer her husband and I worshiped her feet together, but it was for a very long time. At some point when we stopped, we asked her if we could have our way with her again another time.

With a big smile, she replied, "How could I refuse such a wonderful offer?"

"I hope it'll be sooner than later," I told her.

"Me too," Greg said.

"Me three," Brenda told us. "We'll have to do this again soon."

Brenda worked it out with Greg that our foot fetish activities would never, ever be revealed to anybody where they work.

From that point forward, sometimes Greg would be the one to start worshiping her feet before I got back home. Sometimes I'd be the one to start. Brenda didn't really care who started first as long as foot worshiping was our focus. As it turned out, she loved being tied and helpless while we worshiped her feet, and we took turns fucking her. Greg liked the bondage part of it, too.

Naturally, being as experienced as I am with bondage sex, and knowing the best ways to comfortably immobilize naked women, I introduced Brenda to being hogtied, which she enjoyed, and being tied spread eagle on their bed, which she enjoyed even more.

What she enjoyed most was being tied tightly and well in a prone position face down on the couch with a vibrating egg inside of her pussy to massage, and stimulate her G-spot for intense multiple orgasms that frequently made her squirt uncontrollably. Greg learned how to do to that to his wife after watching me do it a few times.