There's No Holding Back
(Published on Thursday, July 31, 2003)
© 2003 SouthSkyEyes

a tantalizing tale of twice pleasing toes

My wife and I were spending a few private days along one of the Great Lake's coasts, at one of our favorite out-of-the-way places in the wild of nature. Sandy beach, scented pine forest, the lake with thigh-high waves crashing on its rocky edge … these were our habitats during the hot sunny days with refreshing breezes and the star dazzled nights accompanied by shooting stars and mysterious auroras.

It's a remote place; the few people who come through the area are rock-hounds, scouring the lakes edge for special rocks to take home. Thus, it's a place where we can go naked, for most of the day - dissolving our tan lines while sitting, walking, and playing. When someone does happen by and we're naked out in the open, well, they pause to get an eyeful, smile, and then continue on their way.

During the late afternoon of the second day, after a refreshing soak in the lake, I spread our mat on the sand behind a large fallen tree. This would give my wife a place to rest in her nudeness, protected from the direct sun and from view from the lake's edge. She laid back on the mat, her unmasked beauty filling my eyes and stirring my imagination. She shifted her body, skootching till her butt pressed against the tree and hoisted her legs, letting her smooth calves rest on a towel I draped over the tree's weathered surface.

I climbed over the tree and stood with my back to the shore looking at her toes, wiggling to the delight of my flinching cock, watching as the shadow of my emerging erection moved up the soft contours of her feet. She spoke but I couldn't hear her over the roar of the waves, and began moving her sensuously long legs … her adorable feet sliding, her toes stroking oh so sweetly. I quickly succumbed, becoming intoxicated, deeply aroused, over the beauty and mystery of her movements and shapes and softness. In my mesmerized excitement, I began to jack-off directing my cock over her feet and toes. The view of her naked beauty filled my eyes - especially her round pillow-soft tits emerging majestically from the landscape of her smooth womanly shapes. Her soft-silky toes joined my fingers bringing me to the threshold of an astoundingly high climax. My hot cum spewed forth in abundance, filling the gaps between her sweet clustered toes and she slipped them down my hot shaft ever so slowly - ever so sweetly.

After reacclimating to our surrounding, I turned my head toward the shore, spotting a man who appeared to be about 10 years younger than my wife and I, only 50 feet or so from us, looking directly at me, smiling. He had probably witnessed the whole episode. I nonchalantly let my spent cock drop from my grasp and began walking along the beach following the edge of the fallen tree, avoiding any eye contact in my embarrassment. As I reached the far end of the tree, I dared to glance back and saw him sitting on the rocky edge of the beach looking in the direction of my wife's feet. I ducked low behind the tree and crawled back to my wife. While my excitement over her had excited her, she was feeling quite tired and ready to take a nap. I placed her straw sun hat over her face, laid down next to her on my stomach, my head turned to the side to keep the sun off my face, and began to massage the top of her head with my left hand. Soon she was fast asleep.

In the stillness and timelessness of a half-twilight state, I studied the fuzzy silhouette of her feet and toes cast inches from my face on the sand. After who knows how long another shadow element entered the picture. At first I though this was a bird studying my wife's toes up close so I remained completely silent and still, watching its shadow rock back and forth. But it quickly became clear that this was not a bird, it was obviously the man who had seen me jack-off over my wife's feet. More specifically, it was his erect cock and I watched the shadow of his hand clamp over his shaft standing but inches from my wife's sweet toes. In a spur of a moment decision I decided to remain silent, pretending to still be sleeping. I watched the shadows with a strange fascination as this man began to jack-off - his erection notably longer and thicker than mine. If my wife woke she would surely be able to tell it wasn't me even without looking. My wife did stir momentarily, but thankfully she was still asleep and the hat remained over her face.

In a strange moment, both humbling and tantalizing, I watched as the shadows of my wife's toes began to dance up and down this other man's cock. It was yet more humbling and tantalizing as I watched him fondling her feet while he stroked in earnest to keep the tip of cock snug in the nook of her toes. When I realized this man was getting off over my wife and getting his eye full of her, up close, as she lay naked, unaware - hopefully unaware - of his presence, a strange quiver shot through me. A strange quiver but it left me feeling surprisingly excited. In what seemed like a long long time, but was probably not more than one minute, he reached his orgasm, ejaculating with such force that I caught the shadow of cum streaking across the sand. I though to myself, "the poor lucky bastard … for me sometimes it takes only one glimpse of my wife's feet and then there's no holding back." I watched noting he took a moment to let his cock rest against her feet before stepping back, planting a kiss upon her toes and his shadow slipped away.

I remained motionless, studying the shadow of my wife's twice-anointed toes, feeling my heartbeat slow down, leaving the strange combination of relief and excitement filling my mind and body. Finally, I sat up, looked toward the lake, but saw no one, and returned my attention to my wife - studying her beauty, noticing her half-erect nipples, spotting the cum trickling down the tops of her feet. She moved without warning and flipped off her hat. I looked her in the eyes. There was smile upon her face. She glanced at her feet and looked back at me with a curious wink and spoke, "Well, my feet sure have been busy this afternoon … and you're erect already? Now it's my turn." What ensued was nothing short of a rousing and most welcome rampage.

To this day I've never said a word about what I witnessed in the shadows. And my wife has never given any hint as to whether she knows her toes brought such excitement and pleasure twice that afternoon, and if so, that it actually involved two men. But our sexual teasing has been more titillating to us both since that day.