Those of you who are lucky and wise enough to visit this site often are familiar with my first wife who I’ll continue to call Fran (see “Life’s a Beach”). I’ll make every effort to keep from being redundant but, for the benefit of our newer readers, I’ll simply state that Fran was a slim and very pretty blonde with a knock-out body and the most amazing feet I’d ever seen. Our sex life had many variations and, given the human condition or habit of wanting to repeat what feels best, we definitely indulged in some extra-curricular foot play quite often after having been introduced to the wonders of it.

Like I had mentioned in past text submissions, our sex life was the only thing we happened to have in common. The problem even extended to our income. Given that she had no education beyond high school, the only job she could get for a while was a definitely unglamorous sorting job for an industrial cleaner. One summer, however, that changed. Without me knowing about it, after all we did have a rather open marriage, she applied as a nude model for a local art school. I only found out about it as she was leaving the apartment one evening for her first session. I felt no jealousy but I did feel a certain amount of pride in the knowledge that many other people would now be able to gaze upon her incredibly sexy body, albeit in a rather “sterile” and educational environment. The job didn’t pay much but it did add to our income in a measurable way since she also kept her laundry job during the day.

As I kissed her goodbye that evening, I felt there was a definite possibility of some sexy fun in the future as a result of her newest employment. I trusted her fully since our marriage was the type where we were both free to pursue outside sexual diversions on our own with the only proviso being that we had to tell the other all about it afterward. Our lovemaking sessions, after she’d come home from modelling, became even more passionate than usual and I knew, even without Fran mentioning it, that she was getting an exhibitionistic thrill from being naked in front of a group of people several times a week.

Her class contained 15 students, a mixture of men and women of every age and description, and one art teacher. Every evening she was scheduled to pose, the following would occur: The teacher would talk to his class for a few minutes until he’d call for Fran (who’d be sitting behind a privacy screen wearing only a towel) whereupon she’d come out, drop the towel and arrange herself on the stage in approximately the same position as the previous class. The next few minutes were taken up by the art teacher getting Fran to adjust herself in various manners until he felt she looked just right. Fran would then sit as still as possible for the class which lasted one hour.

She was doing this for a couple of weeks when, on a Friday night, she returned from the class and told me, with an obvious twinkle in her eye, that one of the students had approached her after class with a question. It seems that, like all the others, this young man (I’d say he was about 22) was having difficulty in capturing certain portions of her anatomy. This is common among all beginning artists, especially those working with charcoal. For some it is the face and for others it is the hands or the feet. Fingers and toes, it seems, are quite difficult to get just right since the bone structure is diverse, delicate and the shading has to be just right.

Apparently she was dressing behind the privacy screen when this guy came back there, totally unabashed (after all, he HAD seen her naked quite a few times) to speak to her. When she asked this student (his name was Brad) what his question was, he stammered out that he was having problems with certain parts of her body. When she asked him which parts, he stuttered out that he found her feet and toes hard to draw properly. She asked him what she could do about it and he asked her if she’d pose for some special focus sketches of her feet, just so he could finally capture the art of sketching her feet accurately. He offered to pay her the regular hourly rate she was charging the school so she gladly accepted. As Fran told me this, she revealed to me that she had invited Brad over the next evening to begin the first of his private sessions.

Fran could tell by the look in my eyes that I found that rather exciting as a prospect for more sexual fun and I told her exactly that. She said that she KNEW I’d be intrigued by the situation. We made arrangements for me to leave them in the apartment for an hour or so once he got there. The next day, we spent cleaning the place up and then Fran started getting herself ready. After I’d given her yet another perfect (if I may say so myself) pedicure, I painted her cute toenails my favorite cherry red and then, unable to contain ourselves, we fucked like bunnies.

Shortly after dinner, the lobby buzzer went off and I knew Brad was here. When he knocked at our apartment door, I opened it for him and introduced myself right away as Fran’s husband. I made a big show about having to leave for an hour or two and, kissing my wife on the cheek, I said, “Don’t work too hard!” and left.

Fran told me later what happened while I was gone. As soon as I left, she poured them each a glass of red wine and asked Brad where he wanted her to pose. She was wearing sneakers, socks, jeans and a somewhat sheer peasant blouse. Brad found a spot in the corner of our livingroom and brought over a stool on which he asked Fran to drape a towel. Fran then took the initiative and began removing her sneakers and socks. When Brad saw her freshly painted toes, he jumped a little bit which prompted Fran to ask him if there was anything wrong. He replied that, for each of the actual art classes, her toes had been unpainted.

Fran told him that was no problem but he’d have to help her take the polish off her toes just to save some time. First though, Fran stunned Brad by pulling the blouse over her head and pulling her jeans and panties all the way down and kicked them off saying that NOW she really felt as though she was in art class. Apparently, our Brad began to sweat a bit and Fran said she saw a twitch in the crotch of his shorts. She went into the bathroom and emerged with the cotton balls and nail polish remover. She sat on the stool and asked Brad to come over and sit on the floor in front of her so he could do her toes much easier that way.

Brad nervously made his way to the floor at the base of the stool and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Fran innocently plunked down one delicate foot onto his hot hairy thigh and said, “Here. Start with this one.” Brad began removing the red nail polish from her delicate little toenails. As he used one soaked cotton ball to wipe the polish off the nails, he held her perfect heel in the palm of his hand. Fran told him, “You have a nice touch, Brad. Have you ever done this before?”

Brad answered hoarsely that he’d never done anyone’s nails but said that it seemed quite easy enough to do. After finishing the first five toes, he switched feet and Fran used the opportunity to spread her legs a bit more giving Brad a front row view of her puffy hot pussy lips. He was really sweating now and, as he began removing the polish from Fran’s other toes, Fran began wagging the other leg back and forth to properly dry her toes, as she told Brad. In effect, by wagging her leg that way, she was actually masturbating causing her pussy lips to rub against each other on every foot swing. She was also getting rather warm (and horny).

When Brad finished her toes, he rapidly stood up at which time Fran had an eyeful of the obvious bulge down the left leg of Brad’s shorts. From the looks of it, she later told me that it must be a “big one” and that made her even more excited. As Brad went into the kitchen to throw away the used cotton balls, Fran hopped down from the stool and went to put away the polish remover.

When she re-entered the livingroom, very lubricated in the crotch and with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, she saw Brad sitting on the couch across from the stool with sketch pad and charcoal pencil in hand. “Are you ready?” She asked. He told her that he was ready anytime she was so she asked him how he wanted to do this.

“I-I d-don’t quite know.” He stuttered. She told him that maybe he ought to make a few preliminary sketches of her feet in various positions before attempting to duplicate the pose she took during the art class. He agreed and watched as Fran pulled the stool within two feet of his hairy legs and perched herself once more on the stool. She leaned over and grabbed her left ankle and pulled it upward until it was resting on the edge of the stool with her gorgeous little toes draped over the edge. Of course, this gave Brad a full view of Fran’s now fully engorged and leaking pussy. Fran told me that he really started fidgeting at that point. She told him to start by sketching her toes in this position and then they’d try something different. Brad very rapidly and crudely sketched her toes but had a very hard time looking at his sketch pad. Within five minutes he was done and showed her the result which she pronounced, “Not bad.”

She asked him if he was ready to try sketching her soles yet and he squeaked out, “Sure!” Fran turned around and, with her back and ass toward Brad, she knelt on the stool with both her soles facing Brad. In this position, he could see her entire pussy from behind and also just a hint of her cute little asshole since her tight butt cheeks were pretty well closed. As she held this position, she could hear the nervous stroke of Brad’s charcoal darting across the paper of his sketch pad and so she began shifting her knees gradually apart (trying to make it look like she was merely getting into a more comfortable position). Her whole crotch was now totally exposed to Brad’s disbelieving eyes at this point and she could also hear his breathing becoming a little faster and raspy sounding.

As Brad sketched her beautiful soles and toes, she ventured a glance over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of a wet spot developing near the end of his dick’s bulge down his left thigh. “Are you OK back there?” Fran playfully asked. Brad croaked out an unintelligible reply and continued sketching. When he was done, Fran got down from the stool and sat down on the couch next to Brad (on his LEFT side, naturally) and pretended to admire his sketches while all along taking in the close view of his hard cock’s outline just inches away from her right hand.

“Can I see some of your other sketches?” Fran asked as she reached over to take the pad from him, her fingers accidentally brushing across his shorts-covered erection. As she leafed through his sketches, she let her right hand drift down to squeeze in between her own right thigh and his left. “These are really good!” She gushed. “Here’s your pad back.” She said and laid it down directly on top of his bulge which, because of the unevenness made by his cock, made the pad fall to the floor. “Whoa! You have something there that looks like it needs a little special attention.” Fran said sexily as she let her fingernails trail gently down the length of his hard dick. This made Brad jump a bit and he told her that this wasn’t right since I (her husband) might be back any minute now. She assured him that I’d be gone for at least another hour and not to worry about it.

She told Brad that she’d like to suggest a very special pose that she wanted him to sketch. She asked him to stand up and, as she remained seated, she grabbed the waistbands of both his shorts and undershorts and yanked them down to his ankles. His hard cock sprung to attention and jutted obscenely out in front of him. “Why don’t you make yourself even more comfortable.” Fran suggested following which Brad wasted no time in tearing off his T-shirt and kicking off his sandals. As they stood face-to-face in the livingroom barely inches apart but with the head of Brad’s hot circumsized 9” cock rubbing up against Fran’s blonde pubic bush, he reached up and began tweaking her rock hard nipples as she reached down to grab his hot silky-skinned dick shaft. They kissed deeply as his huge erection pressed into her stomach. She reached further down and rolled his big hairy cum-filled balls in her tiny hand causing him to moan with pleasure.

“I want to taste you.” Fran whispered and lowered herself to her knees as she took his hard thick cock with both hands and stroked the length of it with them. She opened her mouth and began taking inch after inch into her hot moist mouth. I guess it had been some time since Brad’s last piece of ass because he tried to get her to pull her mouth off his dick as he felt the unavoidable and rapidly approaching orgasm. My wife LOVED the taste of cum and kept her lips firmly clamped on the thick meat lodged in her throat as Brad’s body spasmed and he released a huge load of hot cum down her throat and everywhere inside her mouth. She swallowed every single drop and licked her chops as if she’d just eaten the world’s best meal.

As Brad fell exhausted onto the couch, Fran stood up. Retrieving his charcoal and sketch pad, she went over to him, dropped them on the couch and said, “Now it’s my turn to cum before you get to sketch that special pose I talked about.” She made him lie on his back and straddled his mouth with her soaking wet pussy. He automatically began lapping away with his tongue from just over the hood of her clit down to her cutle little asshole. As Brad began tongue-fucking Fran’s pussy, she started manipulating her own clit and duplicated the timing to coincide with each swipe of his tongue. He poked the length of his index finger into her cunt and removed the now fully lubricated digit and trailed the tip of it over to the tight pink little butt hole. He pushed slightly and then the whole index finger was suddenly fucking that tight hole as Brad continued eating her delicious cunt. Not even 5 minutes later, Fran had her own massive orgasm, gushing copious cunt juices all over Brad’s face.

“Back to work.” Fran said as she shakily stepped away from Brad. “Bring your pad and charcoal and come here.” She said. She laid down on her back at one end of the couch with one leg draped across the cushions and the other foot resting on the floor. “Come and sit right here.” Fran said, tapping her right foot on the couch cushion. Brad sat down and Fran immediately brought her right foot up to his mouth and boldly said, “Lick my toes.” Brad lovingly cupped her small round heel in one palm as he allowed his tongue to first lick the tops of her sweet little toes then dart between them. Shortly thereafter, he had all 5 toes of that foot in his mouth, swirling his tongue all around them.

Fran began diddling her clit with one hand again as she traded her wet foot for the other dry one and, as Brad repeated his tongue-bath on the second set of toes, Fran let her saliva soaked foot drop to Brad’s rapidly stiffening dick. She pushed her big toe against the head of the growing dick and allowed it to cause her toes to part as she gripped Brad’s cock with her cute toes. As Brad finished sucking Fran’s other toes, she dropped that foot to join the first and began fucking his now stiff dick between her two silky soles. “Now, sketch THAT!” Fran said.

Brad had one hell of a hard time sketching anything. This was his first ever footjob and he was obviously loving every bit of it. He did try, however, sketching Fran’s sexy feet and toes caressing his hard meat (I saw the sketch he left behind for Fran).

I guess the novelty of having his big thick cock massaged by Fran’s cute little feet and ten delicate toes was too much for Brad because, all of a sudden, he dropped his pad and charcoal and pressed both sets of toes firmly to his cockhead just as it exploded in a huge orgasm. Cum flew everywhere but mostly remained all over and in between Fran’s toes. As Brad came all over the place, Fran fingered herself to another orgasm of her own and they both sat there recuperating.

About five minutes later, Fran told Brad that this should signify the end of this session and told him that I’d be back soon. Brad hurriedly dressed and paid Fran double the rate she would have charged him. He tore off the sketches he’d made of her toes, soles and of the footjob and gave them to her while advising her to not let her husband see them. (Little did HE know!) He grabbed his pad and charcoals, told Fran he’d see her at Monday’s class and left the apartment in a hurry.

I was sitting in my car about half a block away and drove in only after seeing him pull his car out. I walked into the apartment and the first sight that greeted me was my completely naked wife reclining on the couch with her legs spread wide apart. “I’ll tell you all about what happened but first I have a treat for you. Quick, get undressed!” She didn’t have to tell me twice and I ripped off all my clothes and went to join her on the couch. She had me sit down by her feet and toes which I noticed for the first time, were no longer painted red and there was a milky thick looking substance on them.

"Oh my God!" I thought. “That’s cum.” I said.

She said, “That’s right, sweetie. Now shut up and let me get that hot cock between my toes.”

She began jerking my cock with her toes which required no lube whatsoever since they were still liberally coated in Brad’s cum. The idea of being foot fucked with her feet and his cum combined to bring me very rapidly to orgasm and I dumped a huge load of hot white cum of my own onto Fran’s gorgeous feet. As I sat there dizzily recuperating from my orgasm, my hot and horny little wife grabbed her left foot and licked off every last bit of cum, from both Brad and I, and then repeated this with the other foot. Of course, the rest of the night was spent gyrating and fucking wildy in bed.

Fran kept modelling for the class for another 2 weeks until their term graduation and celebratory party to which she was invited. She was also asked to bring me along. All 20 of us (or so) ended up in a noisy disco (remember, this is a few years ago) where we sucked back all kinds of fancy drinks and danced ourselves into a stupor. I watched Fran dance with a couple of the other guys but I was riveted to her performance when she danced with Brad who had NO idea that I knew about their little extra-curricular fun. She had dressed very sexily for the occasion and wore her sexiest dressy sandals which showed almost her entire foot. As they danced closely during a suddenly slow song, I saw Fran pull Brad’s head down to her level and whisper something in his ear causing him to jump slightly and give a rapid and guilty glance toward our table.

They came back and sat down, Fran immediately to my right and Brad directly across the small round table from her. As Fran chatted with him, she held my right hand in her left. In turn I chatted with her art teacher who was seated immediately to my left. Unbeknownst to me, Fran was up to some mischief again.

All of a sudden, Brad got up abruptly and said he was going to the bathroom and Fran simultaneously squeezed my right hand, causing me to look over and down because she had now curled both her feet up onto the bench between us and I could see all ten of her toes completely drenched in cum! The little vixen had given Brad a footjob right there in the crowded disco! Making sure no one else could see her, she reached down and grabbed an enormous dollop of the white stuff with two fingers and brought it up to her face where she made quite the show of smearing it all over her lips and tongue. She kept on dipping her fingers down there for more until there was, most evidently, no more cum left. By this point of course, I was almost bursting inside of my own tight disco pants and I quickly dragged her into a stall in the men’s room where she sucked my cock until I blew a big load down her throat.

That was yet another memorable summer but there were several more.