My Wife, Chapter Three, Episode 10, Hot Feet
(Published on Wednesday, June 30, 2004)

This story was submitted by Blueboy.

To read this author's 1st story, click Introduction - Getting To Know Ourselves.

One of the issues my wife & I have is that our schedules & body clocks tend to be very different. I’m a late night person who enjoys sleeping in, and my wife is in bed by 10:30 p.m. regularly & up at 6:00 a.m.  She seldom varies from this routine.

Another difference we have is that I will occasionally wake up between 4:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m., and when I do, I’m frequently horny as hell.  This is not a time my wife cares to have sex.  During this time she is usually in her very deepest sleep.  There are times when I think you couldn’t wake her even if you poured cold water on her.

My wife also has a tendency to talk in her sleep when she is dreaming, but she never remembers her dreams.  She also sometimes reacts in her dream to being touched.  This background will help you understand what I’m about to tell you.

It was a chilly April night, and it was only 62 degrees in our bedroom, but under the quilt my wife was as warm as toast.  She had on her usual leisure pants & sweat top in bed.  I like it cooler, so I had on my usual boxers & tank top.  I had been surfing the net for foot shots, and although chilly and tired, I had a raging hard-on.  I noted how warm it felt next to my cool leg.  As is my practice when I first get in bed and I'm chilly, I wiggle up next to my wife.  She lay there in the fetal position with her back to me, and her feet tucked up with her heels almost tight against her butt.  She mumbled some gibberish which told me she was dreaming.

Laying next to her, my hard-on got even harder. I decided to try something.  I slipped off my boxers, turned onto my side facing my wife & slid down so I could put my manhood on the soles of her feet.  With any luck I could get a foot job without her even knowing it.  I was so horny it, wouldn’t take much to set me off.

What I immediately noticed was that her feet were hot; I mean a lot warmer than the rest of her. They felt wonderful on my balls and shaft.  The feeling of me touching them caused her to shift them a little, as if reacting to being tickled.  I moved a little closer and pressed harder against her feet.  They moved again, but this time in a firmer more welcoming way.

She mumbled again, and I pressed still harder.  Now, it seemed, her feet knew what they were doing.  They moved, almost with purpose.  Then I was shocked.  Her mumbles suddenly became audible and she said, “Come on, don’t hold back, give it to me.”

I was totally surprised by this, and thought for a moment she had waken.  But she was still sound asleep.  Her feet kept working their magic.  I felt like I had hit the daily double.  She said, “You know you want to.”

I began to get the feeling that I wouldn’t last long, even though this had only been a minute or two. I pulled back just a little in order to prolong the pleasure. To my surprise her feet pursued me.  She said, “Don’t be bashful, enjoy it.”

I was having a hard time holding back. Then she said, “I know what you can’t resist,” and her feet moved.  The sole of one had my shaft pinned against my abdomen & was stroking it while the toes and sole of the other foot worked on my balls.  It was an almost effortless position for her, and it had a profound effect on me. We discovered it when she wasn’t interested in sex and I needed relief.  We called it “a quickie” for a reason.

I thought about how silky smooth and hot her feet were. I could hear them stroke me, not unlike the sound of nylon on nylon. I was very close.  Then she said, “Some nights you beg for this. Tonight I’m just giving it to you, so come on, let me have it.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust against her. Her butt moved, and her feet pressed harder on me as the first volley of my hot jism hit her butt, which was just inches from the tip of my shaft.  She said, “That’s it. That’s what I want. Now give me more.  Give it all to me.”

I shot volley after volley as I came like I had never come before. All the while her feet continued their massage. In one final thrust, her feet held firm. After a moment, they massaged gently, and one patted me slightly as if to say thank-you, and she said, “Good boy.”

My body went limp. She shifted & rolled onto her back. I trembled slightly and drifted off to sleep.