Our Feet Need To Be Worshiped

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, April 2, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, April 9, 2026.

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The first time I met Dee, we hit it off right away. We were waiting to be seated to get mani-pedis at a nail salon near my house. While we were waiting to be seated, she asked me if I was a regular because of how nice my nails looked. I told her that I was, and she told me she was also a regular, but that had been booking her appointments in the afternoon. I told her how nice her nails looked, too, and with a wave to the nail technician who regularly gave me mani-pedis, I pointed her out to Dee.

My nail technician had just finished with a client, so she stepped over to greet me. After I introduced her to Dee, she told her that she could get her mani-pedi in the station next to hers since it had just become free with nobody waiting to be seated.

Our nail technicians work next to each other all the time, and they're good friends. Even though they speak perfect English, they usually talk to each other in Vietnamese while their clients talk to friends of theirs who come in to get mani-pedis with them. For both the nail technicians, and their clients, the nail salon is a fun place to socialize.

After we were seated next to each other, and proper introductions were made, Dee's nail technician said to us with a knowing smile, "We're going to make your nails very pretty for your husbands."

"Thank you," Dee said to her. "My husband has a foot fetish, so he'll appreciate it."

"My husband has a foot fetish, too," I laughed.

My nail technician added with a knowing smile, "A lot of husbands have a foot fetish."

While our nail technicians gave us mani-pedis, and carried on a conversation with each other in Vietnamese, Dee and I carried our own conversation about pretty much everything. When our mani-pedis were done, and our nail technicians gave both of us a foot massage, we giggled with each other about that being the best part of getting a mani-pedi.

I was happy to see Dee tip her nail technician with a twenty dollar bill because that's what I give mine. She gave it before I did, so I know that she wasn't pressured to do it. She told me after seeing me tip the same amount that she usually only tipped with a ten dollar bill, but she was so happy with her new nail technician that she really wanted to double the tip.

I told Dee that I always gave my nail technician a twenty dollar cash tip, not just because she deserved it, but also because it was easy for me to do because the mani-pedis at this nail salon were far less expensive than other places. Even with the tip, I pay less than other places charge, which Dee agreed is a great value.

"I know what you mean," she said. "This place is great for the pocketbook, that's for sure. There are places that charge so much more. With the savings I make here, I can pay for lunch afterward, and still come out ahead."

We decided to go to a favorite place of mine to have salads, and talk some more. It was one of her favorites places as well. During our lunch, we found out that we were both in the same boat with our husbands when it came to their failure to give us the kind of attention to our feet that they used to give us. Our sex lives had diminished as well. Not entirely, but things were bad enough, and routine enough for us to start plotting something to get the thrill back into our marriages.

I invited Dee to come over to our house with her husband for a barbecue that we were having with a small group of friends. We'd spend the afternoon in, and around our backyard pool. Dee told me that she and her husband sometimes have backyard barbecues at their house as well, and that she'd invite my husband and I to come over.

Happily for both me and Dee, our husbands hit it off right away. Our backyard barbecue went very well, and it went well when my husband and I went to their backyard barbecue. They liked our friends, and we liked theirs. Of course, Dee and I knew along with our husbands that discussions about having a foot fetish could really only be done with other foot fetishists. We didn't know if any of our mutual friends had a foot fetish, so we didn't say anything to any of them about our husbands having one.

Instead, after I suggested that the four of us have a dinner together that would include watching a home movie in our TV room after dinner, Dee agreed with me that it would be the perfect setting for us to get our husbands interested in our feet again. Instead of plotting out any details, we decided it would be best to play things by ear, and follow each other's leads. We were pretty much open to anything.

Our dinner together went very well, and we topped it off with wine. Dee and I drank more than we usually did to get up the courage to try something naughty. Our husbands drank more than they usually did, too, but they probably did it to keep up with us.

When we gathered in our TV room to watch a movie that none of us had seen before, the four of us sat on the couch together. Dee and I sat next to each other in between our husbands who were sitting apart at the ends of our couch. I sat next to my husband, and she sat next to her husband.

As for what movie we watched, I've already forgotten what it was. So has Dee. That's because we decided to tempt our husbands by teasing them with our bare feet. We kicked off the flip-flops we were wearing, and we laid flat on our stomachs in front of the couch. The thick carpet rug we laid down on made it very comfortable.

"Our feet need to be worshiped," Dee finally blurted out to our husbands.

Following her lead, but adding a twist. I said to my husband, "That's right, honey. I want you to worship Dee's feet the way you like to worship mine. I told her you're really good at it, so don't make me out to be a liar."

"And I want you to worship her feet the way you worship my feet," Dee said to her husband with a smile of encouragement. "We're going to compare notes later to see which one of you is the best," she teasingly taunted him with a laugh. "Are you up for the challenge?"

"You don't have to ask me twice," Dee's husband replied with a laugh.

"Well, I'm certainly up for it," my husband added while grabbing his crotch. "Your feet are amazing," he said to Dee, "and I can see that your husband must like my wife's feet since he's clearly up for it, too."

"I love her feet!" Dee's husband exclaimed to confirm what my husband said. "I'm definitely up for that challenge!"

Suddenly, in unison as if our husbands had been waiting for the opportunity to have their way with our feet, both of them switched places with each other, and they plopped themselves down in front of the couch to sit their backs up against it so that they could grab onto our ankles, and pull our happily willing feet up against their chests. With their lusty mouths and tongues only inches away from our feet, they were about to worship them to their libido's content.

Dee and I gasped with delight as our husbands began to worship our feet. It turned me on to see my husband massaging Dee's soles and sucking her toes, and I could see from the way she looked at me with excitement that it turned her on to see her husband massaging my soles, and sucking my toes.

When Dee turned away from our husbands to silently show her excitement to me, and I did the same with her, she closed her eyes while squeezing my hand to fully enjoy, and get off on what was happening to both of us at the same time. I did the same with her while keeping my hand in hers, and getting off on our foot fetish foursome as it were.

The way that Dee's husband worshiped my feet was amazing! It almost seemed like he was better at it than my husband. On the other hand, I suspect it might have felt better because of the added excitement of having another man worship my feet next to my husband who was worshiping Dee's feet at the same time. If I was right about that, I suspected that Dee was feeling that same added excitement.

The foot worshiping lasted a very long time. Our husbands were still worshiping our feet when the movie ended. I doubt that our husbands paid any attention to the movie unless they multi-tasked. Dee and I certainly didn't pay any attention to it. Every once in a while Dee and I would open our eyes to look at each other, and sometimes we'd whisper whether or not we should say something to stop them.

At some point Dee whispered that maybe we should say something to them, so we did. We basically told them together that we weren't about to have them stop because if felt so amazing, but we also told them that we didn't want them to wear themselves out, and that they could stop anytime they wanted.

They pretty much told us the same thing, that they didn't want to stop, but they also didn't want to wear out the welcome to worship their feet, so they'd probably stop after a while.

After who knows how long, they did finally stop. When I suggested that we take bathroom breaks, and then wind things down in our hot tub au naturel if everybody was okay with that, everyone agreed that it was a great idea. Somewhat to my surprise, our husbands decided to worship our feet again in the hot tub. Dee's husband once again worshiped my feet, and my husband once again worshiped her feet.

Neither Dee nor I objected to having our feet worshiped again. Why would we? Both of us love having our feet worshiped.