Jacuzzi Foot Fun & More, Part 1
(Published on Tuesday, April 22, 2003)
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Most of the time that I go to the health club, I go with my husband. Sometimes I go by myself. We go at different times of the day and night, depending on our schedules. Lately my most favorite times have been late at night because of something very naughty that I've been doing. I suppose that you could call it cheating, but not in the classical sense. At least that's what I tell myself.

My husband and I are not Barbie and Ken types, though we're in fairly decent shape. I'm now forty-something, but that doesn't seem to stop the guys from flirting with me when I'm at the club myself, even from the younger ones. I'm a flirt myself, so it's a lot of fun to have somebody other than my hubsand show me some interest. Obviously the flirting is toned down a lot when I'm with my husband. He's not really a jealous person, but why throw something in his face when it isn't necessary?

At our health club there are definitely some perverts that frequent the place. I've been touched a number of times in the jacuzzi, even when my husband has been right there next to me, but I'm no longer freaked out by it. In fact, there are a couple of perverts there who have caught my interest, and as sick as it may sound, I actually look forward to their probing hands and fingers. Not always, but when I'm in the mood for some naughty fun, it's perfectly fine.

Then there is what I call the normal crowd. These are just regular guys out to have a little flirting fun. Some of them are pretty boring, but some of them are fun to talk with and they're interesting. One guy in particular paid me a really nice compliment when he said to me one day, "You have really nice feet."

He caught me off guard that evening, so I just blushed and said, "Thank you." If I had given my reply some thought, and I hadn't been so embarrassed that day by his compliment, I might have asked him if he had a foot fetish. I love guys who have a foot fetish. Unfortunately my husband doesn't have a foot fetish. Now why didn't I marry a guy with a foot fetish?! But I love him, so it's fine. Or maybe it isn't, which might be why I've been so naughty lately in the jacuzzi.

I think that my feet are the best part of my body. I keep them in great shape and always pamper them with regular pedicures. That is one of my favorite activities, getting a pedicure, though the foot massages that are given with the pedicure are always far too short.

Once in a while I would bump into that guy who complimented me on my feet, but it seemed as if I was always with my husband. The two of them even had conversations together and seemed to get along. His real name isn't Fred, but that's what I'll call him here.

As it turned out, because Fred and my husband got along so well together, it was natural for him to sit next to us, or across from us whenever we were in the jacuzzi together. I don't know what got into me, but the first time that I decided to be a little naughty in the jacuzzi, Fred was talking to my husband. The opportunity to test the waters, so to speak, was just too good to pass up. It was an early evening and the jacuzzi was extremely crowded. Later on it would be much less crowded, but on that night it was very crowded. As it happened, Fred stepped into the jacuzzi just as a guy next to me got up to leave. Fred sat in the empty spot and started chatting with my husband, which was easy to so since I had my face lying on my folded arms and facing out from the jacuzzi. Fred and my husband had a clear view with each other, basically over my back.

Aside from quick, "Hello," when Fred gave me a greeting and I looked up for a second to reply, we didn't say a word.

My husband's only comment about me was, "She's zoning out," which I was.

As the two of them chatted, I thought back about Fred's compliment to me about my feet. I was really curious if he had a foot fetish or not, but I didn't want to ask him directly, especially with my husband there. As they contined chatting, I repositioned myself so that I could use the jet to hit the right side of my body. That meant facing my husband with my backside facing Fred. I even said to him, "I hope that you don't find this rude, but I wanted to sit here and let the jet hit my right side for a while.

He simply responded, "Not at all. Continue zoning out. Don't mind me."

Once I was in a good spot, I laid my head back down again, though my backside was still facing Fred. In a bold move for me, I slowly inched my feet towards Fred until it seems as if my toes touched his right leg. With the jacuzzi's jets swirling all around, it was kind of hard to tell if my toes were actually touching his legs. It seemed as if they were, but the moment I thought I had touched them, ever so slightly, it also seemed that he had pulled his leg away. I couldn't tell for sure without pushing my feet towards him harder, but I didn't want Fred to figure out what I was doing. I figured that if he was interested at all, he would probably seek my feet out on his own.

To my delight, I felt one or two of Fred's fingers begin to explore the sole of my right foot, and then my left. It was such a light touch, I couldn't even know at first whether or not I was imagining it, or if he was actually touching the soles of my feet. Then it became more evident. I could feel more fingers and probably a thumb pressing ever so slightly down onto the soles of my feet. It was kind of a tickling motion. My feet can be pretty ticklish, but in water it's not so bad. It actually felt very nice.

To encourage him to continue, least he think that I might be objecting to what he was doing, I inched my feet towards him some more. In order to do this, I had to raise myself up off of the back of my legs, and act as if I was manipulating my body to have better access to the jet, which I was. This time I definitely hit his leg. As he contnued to lightly tickle the soles of my feet, I wiggled my toes in approval up against his leg. He raised his leg for a moment and put it down again, this time over the back of my legs. To hold me in place even further, he held my ankles together with one hand and began to tickle the soles of my feet with his other hand.

This time when my toes wiggled with delight, they slid along his balls. I opened my eyes and looked towards my husband for a second, and could see that he had no idea what was going on. "How could he with the powerful jets churning up the waters?" I thought to myself.

Fred repositioned himself so that my feet were resting on his thighs with my soles facing towards him. Because of the churning waters, he couldn't see the soles of my feet, but he could certainly feel them. He began massaging every single inch, including my toes. I was in 7th Heaven! When he held my ankles together again, firmly down upon his thighs, I suddenly felt his hard cock reaching up through the middle of my scrunched up soles. I felt like giving him a footjob, but I couldn't move my feet an inch. Instead, he tickled the soles of my feet without mercy, while his hard cock throbbed in between the soles of my feet.

The tickling was almost too much for me to take. I actually struggled to free myself from his tickling fingers, which served to make him even harder and more excited. Even though I couldn't see it, I could tell that he had cum pretty hard. Slippery fingers soon glided along the soles of my feet, and I was sure that it was some of his cum that he had released. I didn't say a word. Neither did he. Luckily for him, there had been a pause in the conversation that he and my husband had been having. I looked over at my husband again and saw that his eyes were closed. He was zoning out himself and enjoying the jets.

I looked over at Fred, worded a silent "Thank you" through a smile, and repositioned myself so that the jacuzzi's jet was pounding away at my pussy and clit. The whole naughty episode had made me a little horny. I knew that I would be able to get myself off with the jet, because I had done so many times before, but this time I came in less than a minute. Fred had wanted to repay the favor, and was fingering me quite expertly underneath the water to help the jets bring me to a climax. A series of orgasms rocked my body.

I didn't tell my husand what happened that night, and there were many times after that where Fred and I took advantage of the jacuzzi's jets and the cover that they gave us to have some more erotic fun with each other. I learned later that he has a strong foot fetish and absolutely loves my size 7 1/2 feet.