More Fun With Sunny
(Published on Friday, August 23, 2002)
This story was submitted by Foot-Man.

To read an earlier story about Sunny,
click Hey ... You Checking Out My Toes?

Another from the Foot-man ... as always, comments are VERY welcomed and encouraged ...

This is a follow-up to, "Hey ... You Checking Out My Toes? " continuing to recount the fun Sunny and I had after our initial foot-fun encounter.

Sunny and I saw each other a few times in passing after that night. With my wife back in town, it's not like we could just get together. It was kind of odd, obviously. Usually, just the normal, "Hello, how are you," and that was it. One time when we ran into her in the mall, she caught me checking out those gorgeous toes ... big surprise there. She winked at me and just smiled.

A couple of weeks passed, and I hadn't forgotten about it (how COULD I?), but it wasn't occupying my time as much as it had. One day I find out we're going to have a neighborhood gathering. My wife informs me she was going to invite Sunny. I was kind of excited, and sort of apprehensive. I mean, was it going to be weird? Would we get along the way we had in the past? I guess I would find out.

The day of the party came, and understandably, I was nervous. Sunny showed up just after 5, wearing a pair of short denim shorts, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of sandals. Nice. I noticed right away her toes, as perfect as I remembered them.  Closely trimmed nails, very soft, and unpainted this time, they winked out of those sandals in all their natural glory.

The party went well. About 9:30 p.m. or so, I passed Sunny inside the house. She was on the way to the bathroom. I was coming back outside. She grabbed me, pushed me behind the door, and we kissed, long and deep. She took her foot out of her sandal and ran it up my leg. Then she stopped, smiled at me, and went on about her business. I just laughed. At least I knew then things weren't weird between us. 

The party dragged on. People started leaving, and soon there were just a few of us left. My wife, pretty bombed out on daiquiris, excused herself into the house about 11:45 p.m. or so. When she didn't come back after a while, I went inside to check on her. Halfway up the stairs, I saw her clothes on the floor. Sure enough, when I got to the bedroom, there she was, passed out in bed. I laughed, knowing how much she had to drink. I covered her up and went back downstairs to re-join the party. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, Sunny was there on the couch.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, everyone's leaving," she said. "Where's Lisa?" she asked, referring to my wife.

I picked up my wife's shorts and socks on the stairs and held them up.

"Does this answer your question?" I asked as I tossed them into the laundry room.

A chuckle from the living room. "Yeah, I guess it does. Your wife is naked and barefoot, passed out in bed."

I cocked my head slightly at that one. Sunny had a bit to drink, but she wasn't drunk at all. Why did she say that? What did she mean?

I walked back into the living room and plopped down on the chair.

"Well, she's not naked. She’s still in her underwear." I said.

"Awwww, that's too bad," she said. "Well, at least she's barefoot, right?"

"Well, yeah, she is," I stammered. "But what..."

Sunny cut me off. "Oh, now ... don’t tell me you've never taken some 'liberties' with your wife's feet while she slept. You strike me as too much of a foot man not to have done that,"   she said, smiling.

I was starting to get nervous now. Sunny was suggesting in a roundabout way that we go upstairs and mess with my wife's feet while she was passed out. Part of me was saying, "This is bad," but my cock growing in my pants was saying something else.

Sunny kicked off her sandals and walked over to me. She bent down and kissed me, and ran her hand into my crotch, rubbing it. "It seems you're into the idea."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Sunny, I dunno what you want to do to my wife's feet, but."

She cut me off. "No, not me.... I’m not into that lesbian stuff. YOU. Why don't we go upstairs, and you can 'play' with your wife's feet. All I want to do is watch."

"Well...whoa, that's.... I dunno..." I said.

Now my wife is not a light sleeper, but she's not a heavy sleeper either. However, the amount she had to drink is why she passed out to start with. Now I had a girl I'd fucked a few weeks prior in my house, with her upstairs, passed out, and this girl is massaging my cock and asking me to go up and fuck my wife's feet while she watched.

And of course, because I'm a horny, stupid man, I said, "Okay."

We went upstairs, and walked into the bedroom. We went to the end of the bed, and Sunny got down on the floor. I looked at her, and she gave me a nod. I slowly pulled the covers off my wife's feet. She was on her back, and her left foot was straight up. Now my wife's feet aren't as nice as Sunny's, but they make my dick hard. I reached into my shorts and took out my cock and started rubbing it on her toes, watching to see if she'd wake up.

Nothing.

I looked down at Sunny, and she had her shorts unbuttoned and had her hand down her pants. She whispered, "Go on."

I started rubbing my cock between my wife's toes, slowly and methodically, as I watched Sunny rub her wet pussy while she rubbed her feet on my legs. It was mind-blowingly erotic, possibly because of the thrill of getting caught. But I could tell that my wife was out. If she hadn't come to by now, she wasn't going to.

After a couple minutes of foot fucking, I heard Sunny start to moan very quietly. I looked down at her, and she whispered, "Get down on your knees. Suck her toes"

I did. As I got down on my knees and got my wife's toes in my mouth, Sunny's toes wrapped around my cock. I almost came right there! I watched as Sunny rubbed her feet around my cock, squeezing the head gently. I sucked more on my wife's toes. Sunny's feet worked harder on my cock, and I watched her hands going crazy inside her shorts. After a couple minutes of this, I heard Sunny's breathing get shallower. Suddenly her toes gripped my cock tighter as she stretched out her legs and leaned her head back.  I stopped sucking my wife's toes and watched Sunny's beautiful toes curl around my cock as she fingered herself to orgasm. I just prayed she wouldn't scream like she did when we fucked a few weeks earlier.

I watched as her other hand gripped the carpet. As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed and started slowly stroking my cock with her feet. She looked up and said, "Oh my GOD, that was fucking amazing!"

I laughed quietly and said, "Okay, now what do I do?"

Just then, my wife stirred. She rolled over on her back without waking up. In addition to scaring the shit out of me, she'd just presented her sole to cum all over.

Sunny got up and kneeled next to me. I stood up and started stroking my cock against my wife's foot. Sunny was rubbing my dick at the same time, and she whispered, "I want you to cum on her sole."

I nodded, and watched as Sunny sucked a bit on the head, and then watched as I rubbed it on my wife's soft sole. I ran the head of my cock up and down her sole, gently pushing it between her toes, while Sunny watched and occasionally sucked it a little. I felt the cum welling up. I looked down at Sunny and nodded. She put her face right up to my wife's sole and watched as I jacked my cock off on her foot. I launched loads of cum on that soft sole of hers, while Sunny opened her mouth and got some of the less accurate shots.

As my ecstasy subsided, I looked down and Sunny was smiling at me. I looked at my wife's foot, and it was covered in hot, wet jizz. Sunny winked at me, ran her finger lightly along the sole, and licked some up. Then she got up quietly and walked out, leaving me there with a softening cock and my wife's sole dripping with my cum. I got a towel and carefully wiped most of it up. My wife never budged throughout the cleanup process. Unfortunately, there was some cum that had run down around the front of her ankle that I couldn't get to, and I didn't dare try to move her foot any more. I sighed and went downstairs.

Sunny was on the couch, and smiled at me when I came down. Her shorts were soaked from her orgasm. I leaned over and kissed her, and we sat there for a second quietly.

"Wow ... that was amazing," she said.

"Yeah, I'm just glad we didn't get caught."

"I had a feeling we wouldn't," Sunny said. "And you have to admit, it was worth it."

I did have to admit that. Sunny then kissed me, grabbed her sandals, and left, leaving me to wonder just why I'd taken a chance like that. Then I remembered the orgasm, and I had my answer. It was definitely worth it, although not something I'd try unless my wife was passed out due to alcohol.

The next morning, when I woke up, my wife was laying there next to me, watching TV. I leaned over and kissed her, and she smiled at me.

"Did you have fun with my feet last night?"

My jaw dropped. "Uhhh, what?"

She laughed. "Oh, don't try it. I know you helped yourself to a footjob last night. When I woke up, there was a cumspot on the bed and there was a spot of cum on the back of my knee. Obviously you didn't clean up as well as you thought you did."

I just chuckled. "Well, when I came upstairs, your feet were just sticking out from under the blankets, so I decided to have some fun."

"Ok ... no problem, I just wanted to make sure you had fun,” she said as her hand wandered down my shorts.

Morning sex always is the best.