Our Handyman Worshiped My Wife's Sexy Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, October 13, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, October 14, 2025.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

I was about 120 miles away on a motorcycle ride when a handyman working on a project for my wife sent me a text with 2 pics of her sexy soles. I didn't see his text until I stopped for lunch, so by the time I texted him a reply, about 40 minutes had passed.

The pics aren't particularly sharp because, as I learned from my wife after I got back home, he took them from outside of our bedroom. But you can still get a good idea about how sexy her feet are. I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did.

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His text read, "I seduced your wife into letting me worship her sexy wrinkled soles after she laid down for a nap. She told me that you'd get off on it if I told you what I did since that's one of your fantasies, so that's why I'm sending you this text with the 2 pics."

When I finally texted him back, I didn't get a reply. But then, why would I? After all, I suspected he was in the middle of worshiping her feet, which gave me a hard-on thinking about it.

On my way back home, I remembered one particular conversation I had with my wife when she told me she let another man worship her feet while she was on a business trip out of town. She knew I'd get off on hearing about it, and I did. According to her, they didn't have intercourse, but she did give him a footjob to get him off. He also shot a huge load of cum all over her soles.

I could only imagine what our handyman was doing with my wife's sexy feet, and I could only fantasize about what else he was doing to her, but I'd have to wait until I got back home to find out.

By the time I got back home, our handyman was once again working on one of my wife's projects in our backyard, and she was taking a real nap in our bedroom. She was sleeping on her stomach, and her sexy soles were just too tempting for me to resist. I knelt down at the bottom of the bed to touch, play with, and worship the sole of her left foot. Her right foot was hidden underneath the covers.

I knew that she'd certainly wake up from her nap while I was worshiping, and playing with her foot, which she did, but she really only stirred a little bit, and then she slid her right foot out from underneath the covers for pleasuring.

It was then that I noticed the shadow of our handyman who was standing behind me outside of our bedroom. He was looking into the bedroom through one of the open French doors to watch. With a smile, I turned around to motion him inside. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, and he knelt down near me at the bottom of the bed to play with, and worship the sole of my wife's right foot.

As soon as it was clear to my wife that both he and I were worshiping her feet at the same time instead of me just stretching my arm out to touch, and play with the sole of her right foot, she gasped with pleasure, and laid still without speaking so that he and I would continue without interruption.

At that time, I had no idea how far our handyman had gone with her. Had he gotten sexual with her? Had he fucked her? I couldn't know one way or the other. On the other hand, I could see that she was completely naked, which made me think that he had gone all the way with her. In my mind, that's what I saw him doing.

In the meantime, until I knew what happened for sure, he and I worshiped my wife's feet for a long time. Her body language told both of us that she was enjoying every moment of our combined foot worshiping. We could also see that she was getting hornier, and hornier by the moment, which we took advantage of by turning her over onto her back to get more sexual with her.

Because she was wearing a sleep mask, which she always wore when she took naps, and even at night when she slept, she couldn't know for sure which one of us was doing what to her. All she knew was that two men were worshiping her sexy, naked body at the same time, which we could clearly see she was getting off on.

By then, our handyman and I had shed off all of our clothing, stripping off one piece at a time throughout the foot worshiping. After both of us were naked, he looked over at me while pointing to his hard cock, and then at my wife's wet pussy as if to silently say to me that he was going to fuck her unless I objected, I smiled with a thumbs up signal to let him know that I approved.

With a deftness that made me pretty sure that he had already fucked her like this before I got back home, he got in between her legs, and lifted them up over her shoulders so that her feet were sandwiching his face, and head. Then he grabbed both of her wrists to hold them together above her head while deftly easing his hard cock inside her already sopping wet pussy.

It was then that I noticed he was wearing a condom. I hadn't seen him put it on. I also noticed for the first time an already used condom on the floor next to our wall length closet mirror. I guess I had been focused on the sole of my wife's left foot to have noticed much of anything else in the bedroom.

I also saw my wife's favorite sex toys laying on some towels next to that used condom. That's when I realized our handyman must have used those on her to get her off as well. There were also two large thick towels underneath her naked body, which is what we did whenever we were making love because she tends to squirt her orgasms when she's cumming really hard.

I love making her cum hard enough for her to squirt, which I was pretty sure he had also made her do since I did notice her pussy was already sopping wet when I started to play with, and worship her left foot.

Our handyman had my wife in one of her favorite positions to be fucked because she loves being immobilized, and taken as if she's being fucked against her will. I wondered if she knew that he was the one who was fucking her instead of me, and I wondered how she felt about me watching.

After he shot his load at about the same time that my wife clearly had a powerful climax herself, he pulled out, and I stepped in to have my way with her in the same way that he had taken her. I wondered if she knew that I was the one who was fucking her instead of him, and I wondered how she felt about him watching.

It didn't take me long to shoot my load, and it seemed that she climaxed again at about the same time. Happily for my wife, she's multi-orgasmic.

To my surprise, after I pulled out, our handyman stepped in to fuck her the same way again, and my wife cried out with glee as if there were a group of us taking turns to fuck her instead of just him, and me.

She exclaimed, "Oh my God! How many of you are there!"

Without missing a beat, our handyman teased, "I texted a few of my handyman buddies a while ago, and most of them showed up to have their way with you. Your husband doesn't seem to mind, and you seem to be getting off on it, too, so you might as well enjoy it."

I don't think she believed one word of what he said, but whether she did, or she didn't, she acted as if she loved being gang banged.

At some point after he and I had switched places a few times as if there were a bunch of different guys taking turns to fuck her, he said, "Okay guys, it's time for all of you to head out. You've all had your way with her, so it's time to go."

Of course, nobody but he and I said anything because nobody else was actually fucking her, but I playfully went along with it as if she had been gang banged since she seemed to be getting off on it.

After our naughty fun with her was over, our handyman headed out, and my wife gave me the scoop about how things got started with him, and what he did to her while I was away.

I found out that her realization that our handyman has a foot fetish wasn't immediate. It was one thing leading to another. He finally told her that he loved how her soles wrinkle up when she flexes her feet while she's sitting in one of our back yard hammocks by the pool.

When she asked if he has a foot fetish, he admitted that he does have one. That lead to her telling him about my foot fetish, which included some of the fantasies that I have about other men playing with her feet, and worshiping them. One of those fantasies was having another man play with her feet after she had laid down to take a nap.

When my wife joked that maybe he should do that to her while she's taking a nap, he playfully replied that maybe he should. Before he sent pics of her feet to me, he had already played with her feet, and worshiped them while she was taking a nap. She just wasn't ready to tell me about it.

When he took the pics of her feet, she had told him to take them, and to text them to me since she knew I'd get off on having them sent by him. She even told him what to say.

When I asked her how far things went, she teased the answer by playfully asking, "How far do you think things went?"

"All the way?" I asked.

"Sure," she teased. "Things went all the way if that's what you want to think. He fucked me, and he fucked me really hard!"

"And you let him?" I asked in a tone of voice that was playful so that she knew I was turned on by what he did to her.

She answered just as playfully. "He held me down on the bed, and then he fucked me really hard with my legs over his shoulders so that I couldn't stop him. He had me pinned down beneath him. He had me immobilized so that he could do what he wanted!"

"That must have really exciting," I replied.

"Very exciting!" She exclaimed! "He fucked me the way you like to fuck me, and I came over, and over again just like I cum really hard when you have your way with me!"

"Did you tell him to fuck you like that?" I asked.

"He already knew to fuck me like that because I told him that's how you fuck me," she answered. "I told him that I really get off on having you take me against my will, so he knew exactly what to do to make me climax, and squirt!"

By this point, I had already been fucking her as if it was against her will by pinning her down beneath me with her legs over my shoulders as she continued to go back and forth with me about what our handyman had done to her.

"Do you want him take you against your will again?" I asked.

Instead of answering my question, she asked, "Do you want him to take me against my will?"

"Only if it turned you on," I answered.

"Of course it turned me on!" She exclaimed. "I can't wait for him to come back to work so that I can take a nap, and have him wake me up the way he woke me up the last time he was here."

"Did you like it when both of us were playing with you at the same time?" I asked.

"You mean when I was gang banged by the two of you, and his friends?" She asked with a laugh.

"Oh yeah! That was hot!" I laughed. "Did you like it when all of us took turns fucking you?"

"Sure," she teased as she had done before. "I loved getting gang banged if that's what you want to think. I loved how you guys took turns to have your way with me!"

Referencing our handyman, I told her, "Then maybe he'll have them come over again to gang bang you. That was fun to watch!"

Then, as if she was wondering what we told her was true or not, she asked, "Tell me the truth. The two of you were the only ones fucking me, right? I mean, the fantasy of a gang bang is one thing, but the reality of it is another. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to be gang banged for real unless the other guys were like you two. Maybe then I'd like it."

I didn't want to admit to the truth, so I just kind of let her think that maybe our handyman did have other people over even though I was pretty sure she didn't really believe it. She seemed to be okay about not knowing for sure, so I didn't tell her one way or the other.