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Life's A Beach
(Posted on Friday, October 29, 1999)
This story was submitted by Peter Legman.

A few years ago, before such things as the internet, digital cameras and other similar modern amenities which now help us gather and spread information at the click of the finger tip, I was married to my first wife who I’ll call Fran (I’m now on my 11th year of marriage to wife #2). Fran was a pretty slim blonde whose sexual appetite and sense of adventure matched my own in those young and impetuous days. Our sex life was excellent (I was later to discover that this was the ONLY thing we had in common) and we were always trying out something new.

Our very best friends were another couple we’d see almost every weekend. They were the ones who introduced Fran and I into the wonderful world of foot play during an alcohol-tinged game of strip poker (I’ll tell that story some other time). Subsequent to that famous night, Fran and I nurtured and expanded our new-found respect for her lower extremities but generally kept it for our own personal sexual pleasure.

One very hot summer day however, Fran and I decided to spend the day at a local lake. Our companion for the day was Fran’s best friend, Carly. She was a very attractive tall brunette who always seemed to have yet another boyfriend. In fact, Carly must have gone on dates with at least 3-4 different men each week. She was far from being what you’d call a slut however. She looked and acted extremely classy but generally got whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it, that’s all. Both Fran and I admired her directness. She and my wife had been best friends since junior high. Anyway, on the day we were going to the beach, she drove to our house and all three of us went to the lake in our car.

Given that this was one of those extremely rare times when Carly didn’t have a man accompanying her, Fran and I had her all to ourselves. This wasn’t so much of a treat for me, since I’d probably be disincluded in the typical “girlie” chit-chat. I didn’t mind though because I felt a certain amount of pride accompanying these two lookers to the lake. When we got there, we layed out a large blanket, our towels, the picnic basket, the cooler, etc. All three of us removed the few remaining clothes we had covering our swimsuits and sat down to take in the sun.

Being the horny foot guy that I was, I couldn’t help but take an appreciative glance at Carly’s long, luscious body as she reclined on her towel. Both she and my wife were wearing simple but sexy two-piece suits which were either cut very high or very low, depending on the place where they’d get the maximum tan. Carly’s legs were very long and slim, perfectly toned and ended in two of the sexiest feet I had ever fantasized about. Just like Fran, Carly kept her toes perfectly pedicured so her long slim toes looked absolutely delicious as she wiggled them in the warm sand.

We each took a beer out of the cooler and drank it in the hot sun. Fran and Carly began slathering on some suntan lotion on their shoulders, stomachs and thighs. My wife handed me the bottle of lotion and, flipping over onto her stomach, asked me to do he back. As Fran undid her top’s strap, I warmed a handful of lotion between my palms and began applying it to her back. By the time I’d done all the way down to her lower back, Fran asked me to do her legs too. I knelt between my wife’s legs and began massaging the warm lotion into her silky thighs and calves. When I had done that, Fran moaned at me, “Don’t forget my feet!”

This was a welcome new thing to me but she needn’t have asked me twice as I lifted first one foot and then the other and applied a liberal coating of warm lotion everywhere on her feet and in between her sexy little toes. I didn’t realize that I had spent almost the same amount of time applying lotion to her feet as I had for the entirety of the rest of her body. I guess I was somewhat lost in some sort of private sexual fantasy because I didn’t notice Carly taking all of this in with no little interest.

“When you’re done with your wife, could you do my back too, Peter?” asked Carly. I quickly accepted although I felt that Fran might be just a little jealous. As I finished lovingly stroking my wife’s sexy size 6 feet, I moved over to Carly and began doing her back. I performed the same routine as I had with Fran and, going out on a limb, I decided to do the same treatment to Carly’s feet as I had done for my wife. Carly clearly enjoyed my ministrations and as I massaged the lotion into her soft silky soles and squirted some more in between her delicious looking toes (almost like I was shooting cum in there, I thought), she moaned in pleasure.

Naturally, the resulting effect on my crotch, after having massaged and stroked those four sexy feet, was... somewhat noticeable. Fortunately, I was wearing a rather loose pair of trunks which helped conceal my rapidly stiffening cock. As soon as I’d finished doing Carly’s feet, I excused myself to take a quick dunk in the cold water of the lake (which also had the desired effect on my dick). When I was once more “presentable”, I came back and lay in the sun to dry. I noticed that the girls had been chatting and giggling about something.

The rest of the afternoon passed and, between the three of us, we polished off the twelve beers I had brought in the cooler. I guess the combination of the beer and the warm sun enhanced the glow we all felt as we packed up our things prior to leaving. We made our way back to our apartment chatting amiably in the car. Once in the house, we decided to wash off the lotion and stray bits of sand by each taking a shower. As the girls unpacked the picnic basket in the kitchen, I took the first shower. As soon as I emerged refreshed, it was Carly’s turn. While she showered, I helped Fran in the kitchen until we both heard Carly calling from the bathroom. I went to the closed door and asked her what she wanted and she asked for a towel. I reached into the nearby linen closet, chose a towel, knocked softly on the bathroom door, which Carly opened a crack, and I passed her the towel.

I grabbed a nice cool beer and made my way to the family room to catch the third round of a televised golf tournament. As I sat there watching the TV, in walked Carly wearing only the towel I had given her. I pretended to not be startled at the sudden sexiness of the situation and kept on watching the tube. Carly asked if I could watch the golf with me while Fran was taking her turn in the shower. She told me that she had thrown her clothes in the washing machine to wash off the sand and lotion that had gotten on them. She also told me that Fran would give her something to wear as soon as she got out of the shower.

Carly sat down and, just like me, propped up her feet, crossed at the ankle, on the coffee table in front of us. I was having one hell of a hard time concentrating on the golf as I stole glances at Carly’s tanned sexy little feet alongside my own size 11 clunkers. Carly mentioned that she was happy that I had put lotion on her feet because the last time she’d gone to the beach she had received a sunburn on the tops of her toes. She pointed to them with a delicate index finger as she spoke. It was getting pretty snug down in my shorts and I shifted my hands to conceal my hardening cock. “I think my feet got a nice tan today, don’t you think so?” She asked me. I shakily agreed that her tan was, indeed, very nice.

Carly removed her feet from the table and sat sideways with the very tips of her toes just barely touching my thigh which, I admit, caused me to shudder. I looked over and her towel had slipped lower and looser almost exposing one nipple. I could easily make out where her tan started in stark contrast to the whiteness of her tit. As she sat in that position, the towel had moved up her thighs and I could almost make out the darkness of her pubic bush. “I’m not denying that this look of yours is very attractive but don’t you think Fran will be upset if she comes in the livingroom now?” I asked Carly. “Maybe you should go get dressed now.”

“Oh, Fran won’t mind.” Carly said. “Wait here a second, I have a favor to ask of you.” She got up and went into the master bedroom emerging with a bottle of Fran’s moisturizing cream. She sat down on the couch again and, in one smooth move, swung both feet up into my lap and said, “My feet feel a bit dry, could you rub them with some of this?” One of her heels was resting right on my stiff dick and she wasn’t moving them. She wiggled her toes and giggled as I squirted a large stream of white lotion directly onto them. I began spreading the soft lotion all over her hot little feet and toes. My lotion-coated fingers darted in between each of her long slim toes and Carly moaned from the treatment I was giving her feet. She dug in her heel into my hardening cock and said, “Whoa! what’s going on down there? Are you getting a kick from this?”

I stammered out a weak yes and she revealed to me that Fran had told her all about my love for female feet. “Oh no!” Carly cooed. “Now there’s lotion all over your shorts. Let me wipe that up” With that, she rose to her knees and approached me on the couch in a kneeling position. She grabbed the bottom corner of her towel and stroked it across the front of my shorts paying special attention to the prominent bulge made by my cock and balls.

Correctly sensing that I was reluctant to proceed any further without the permission and/or consent of my wife, Carly took the initiative and suddenly whipped off her towel revealing her nakedness. My eyes were glued to her trimmed beautiful bush through which I could barely detect her swollen cunt lips. “Do you like what you see, Peter?” She asked.

I whispered out, “Yes!”

Carly sat down again and used the towel to wipe off the excess lotion from her feet as I re-adjusted my cock in my tight shorts. Swinging her legs back across my lap Carly said, “I want you to kiss my feet like Fran said you do for her all the time!”

As I gazed at her gorgeous feet, I stammered, “B-b-but what about Fran?”

“Oh Fran will understand... don’t worry!” I felt quite guilty as I raised Carly’s left foot to my face. I could hear the my wife’s shower running as I tentatively took a deep whiff of Carly’s cute foot. It smelled a bit like soap and the moisturizing lotion. My tongue darted out and touched the tip of Carly’s big toe which caused her to moan as she played with her hard nipples. As my hand cupped her round little heel, I suddenly took that perfect big toe right into my mouth and began sucking it like a little cock. Carly moaned loudly again and, leaving one hand to continue pinching and pulling on her nipples, she let the other stray down into the dark dampness of her crotch. Her other foot was quite busy too. Her toes were wiggling and digging into my cock which was still covered by my shorts.

“Why don’t you take those silly shorts off?” She asked.

I figured, “What the hell!” So in one motion, I yanked down my shorts and kicked them off freeing my hard purplish looking cock. Immediately, Carly moaned again and applied her sole to my stiff dick with her gorgeous toes resting on the shiny head of it.

“Oh, it’s so hot on my foot!” Carly said in a shaky voice.

As Carly’s foot continued stroking my cock and grabbing the shaft of it betwen her toes, my mouth engulfed the rest of the toes from her other foot. My tongue swirled between each of them and I allowed it to trail down her silky sole to the heel. Of course, it was at this point that my wife came into the living room also wearing a towel.

“Oh shit!” I thought. “Now I’m definitely screwed!”

I was quite surprised, however, to hear Fran say, “Boy Carly, you certainly didn’t waste any time checking out what I told you at the lake!” As it turned out, that day was the very first time Fran had revealed anything to her best friend about our sex lives. Noticing the guilty and embarrassed look on my face, my lovely wife said, “That’s all right. Don’t stop what you two were doing!” Whereupon she whipped off her own towel and sat with her legs spread wide apart in an adjacent armchair whre she proceeded to watch us while stroking her own blonde pussy and cute little tits. My dick was totally hard now as I resumed sucking Carly’s delicious slim toes while using my other hand to press her other foot into my cock.

“Do you have any... you know... 'toys'...?” Carly asked Fran. Without a word, Fran dashed naked into our bedroom emerging with a big rubber 8” dildo I had bought her in Stockholm on a business trip. She handed it to Carly and resumed her seat in the armchair as Carly stroked the dildo and gave it a blow job. Pre-cum was steadily leaking out of my cockhead at this point as I took in the scene. I traded the now thouroughly moistened foot in my mouth for the one playing with my cock. As Carly’s saliva covered toes stroked my stiff shaft, I repeated the oral treatment to her other foot as she trailed the wet 8” dildo down her chest and stomach until it she began poking it down into her crotch. She rubbed the dildo’s head across her now erect little clitoris as my eyes stared. Carly was breathing quite loudly now and her moans were quite frequent too. Fran began making steady moaning noises too as she pushed one, two, then three fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Both Carly and I could hear the sound of Fran finger fucking herself as they made a squishing noise on every stroke.

Although my staying stamina is usually excellent, I could feel myself about to cum. I brought Carly’s other foot down to my cock and pressing both of her soft soles to either side of my cock, I began to thrust my hips steadily as I fucked her feet. Carly was keenly aware of just how close I was to cumming so, just before I made that final hip thrust, she brought her toes up to cup my cock’s head as I grunted loudly and released jet after jet of hot white cum onto her toes. Some of it squirted out and landed on my stomach and thighs.

As Carly continued squeezing the last few drops out of my cock, Fran crawled over to my other side and began licking up the cum from my chest and stomach. “Mmmmm... You should tast this Carly.” My wife moaned. Carly grabbed the ankle of one foot and brought her toes up to her lips and began licking off the cum that covered them. She had an orgasm as she sucked those toes, not just from that but now Fran was doing the same to Carly’s other foot! I watched in total fascination as my wife’s mouth and tongue moved all over her best friend’s sexy foot and toes. Her tongue, thoroughly coated in my cum, darted between each of Carly’s long curling toes.

I fell back against the couch cushions and began recuperating from my own dizzying orgasm as I watched the girls now left entirely on their own. “Mmmm. You suck my toes just as well as Peter!” Said Carly.

Fran said, “Now I know why he likes licking my toes so much!”

As she continued kissing and sucking Carly’s foot. “You know what?” Carly exclaimed, “I think I’d like to try that too!” With that, the girls laid down on the soft carpet front side to front side with the other’s feet in front of their faces. I watched with great pleasure as the two best friends devoured each others’ feet and toes. Almost by unanimous silent consent, they each let one hand drift down to begin playing with the other’s wet crotch.

I had the best seat in the house as my wife and Carly finger fucked each other right in front of me. I grabbed the big dildo, knelt next to Fran and put it into her hand. She knew exactly what to do with it as I once more took a seat on the couch. She moved her best friend into a position where Carly was lying on her back with her legs opened wide. She had Carly grab each of her legs behind the knee and asked her to lift her knees to her chest. I watched in absolute wonder as my horny little wife began playng that big dildo up and down Carly’s soaking wet snatch. She stroked the big rubber head of it from the engorged clit, down between her puffy wet pussy lips and just rubbing up against Carly’s puckered little brown asshole.

After a few of these strokes, Fran began pushing that big rubber dick into her friend’s wet cunt. Inch by inch, the dildo plunged into Carly. She had yet another orgasm as she was filled by the fake cock. When Fran had inserted all but one last inch of the dildo into her friend’s cunt, she left it sitting there sticking out for me to see as she licked both of her own index fingers. She used one saliva covered index to begin gently flicking Carly’s clit while, with the other, she delicately but steadily poked at Carly’s little butthole. Fran resumed fucking Carly’s cunt with the big dildo as her friend shook with several little orgasms. at one point, Fran completely pulled the dildo out of Carly and replaced it with her mouth and tongue. Carly orgasmed again as her friend sucked her hot clit and her tongue poked it’s length into her cunt.

After a while, the girls changed places and Carly did Fran just like Fran had done her. The twist was when Carly reclined back on her elbows and let one of her slim delicate feet stroke my wife’s sopping wet pussy. As Carly used her big toe to rub Fran’s clit, Fran came again and yelled out, “Put it in, put it in!” Carly once more pointed her toes and, using a hand to squeeze her slim toes together, she pushed this improvised cock in between her best friend’s cunt lips until the entire front half of her sexy foot was buried in my wife’s cunt! I became fully re-energized at this sight and crawled over to them.

As Carly fucked my wife’s cunt with her little foot, I grabbed her other foot and began sucking her toes as I took in the foot fucking action. At one point, I grabbed one of Fran’s feet and tried cramming those toes into my mouth at the same time as Carly’s. My tongue slipped between all ten of these sexy painted toes while Carly grabbed my big stiff cock with one hand and began stroking the length of it in her little fist.

Carly then removed her foot from Fran’s hot cunt and presented it to my mouth. I sucked my wife’s delicious cunt juices from her best friend’s toes as my dick was stroked by Carly’s expert hand. “I want to see you fuck your wife with that big cock!” Carly said, so I relunctantly dropped all those sexy toes and moved into position between my wife’s open legs. As I lowered my cock into the slick warmth of my wife’s cunt that had just been filled by Carly’s slim foot, Carly walked around to squat over Fran’s face.

As I fucked my own wife, I watched Fran stick her tongue into Carly’s hot box. Carly then grabbed my wife’s ankles and told me to suck those toes while I fucked her pussy. Without any hesitation, I began trying to suck all ten toes at once as my hard cock plowed my wife’s wet cunt. I could feel another orgasm approaching and just before I came, I got up and thrust my dickhead into Fran’s gathered toes. While I fucked her toes with my almost bursting cock, Carly leaned over and began flicking her tongue onto Fran’s toes and my cock whenever to poked out from between them. That was enough to send me over the edge and I let another huge load blast out of my cock. Most of it landed on Fran’s raised feet, toes and legs but some actually shot into Carly’s open mouth and extended tongue. I almost fell down from the dizziness caused by my own orgasm as the girls once more continued sucking and licking the cum off each other.

That evening, I came twice more and the girls came... well, I lost count! I had the pleasure of finally fucking Carly’s fantastic pussy and watch them finger and toe fuck each other in all of their holes. Our friendship with Carly was never the same after that. I’m proud to say that she adopted foot fetishism as a preference after that day of us introducing it to her. Whenever she’d come over, whether I was there or not, she and my wife would invariably get around to worshiping, sucking and fucking each other’s feet. I was fortunate enough to enjoy them together on several other occasions as well. Eventually, Fran and I divorced.

Like I said earlier, the only thing we had in common was sex. The rest sucked. Nonetheless, we parted amicably although I haven’t heard from her in over 16 years. I often wonder who is fortunate enough to be sucking her feet now. As far as Carly is concerned, she continued dating regularly and is now married with children of her own. She hasn’t heard from Fran in about 10, or so years either since Fran moved elsewhere. Nonetheless, some 13 years ago, Carly visited my town (we were living several hundred miles apart at that point) before she got married but I was living with a girlfriend at the time. Despite the difficulty the situation presented, we somehow managed to rekindle our now common desires. That story is yet to be told. Wait for it some day soon.

As for myself, I went on to different girlfriends and situations (see: Happy Birthday, Honey), but throughout the years my love for female feet has never weakened. In fact, I’m glad to say that it has intensified resulting in many different encounters which, like the alluded-to reunion with Carly, have yet to be told. My current wife (#2) unfortunately does not share my fetish and I’ve had to look elsewhere for the brand of fun we dedicated foot fetishists all love.

This story was submitted by Peter Legman.


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