Foot Fetish Vacation Fun

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, August 31, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, September 1, 2026.

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I love when my husband tickles the soles of my feet, and sucks my toes to worship them. I knew he had a foot fetish the day that we met. He offered to give me a foot massage on a secluded beach where we met, and when he started sucking my toes after lightly tickling them, I was hooked. We got married a couple of years later.

One evening after my husband and I got wasted on Margaritas in a bar at a vacation resort, and we were both feeling super horny, he sent me back to our bungalow on the beach so that he could play with my feet after I had fallen asleep.

That was kind of a sexual game we enjoyed at home. I would go to bed ahead of him to sleep, and he would join me after I fell asleep to slowly, and sensuously play with my feet, and worship them. I loved it when he did that to me, which often lead to us fucking because both of us had gotten so horny from the foot fetish foreplay.

Sometimes in the mornings he wakes me up by worshiping my feet, which then almost always lead to us fucking.

In that bungalow on the beach after I had walked back from the bar, and I took a shower before going to bed, I could hardly wait for my husband to tickle the soles of my feet, and worship them the way that he did so wonderfully.

It seemed like forever before my husband came back to play with my feet. When he did, I had fallen asleep for real. I wasn't pretending to be asleep like I usually do. But I guess that didn't matter. What mattered when I woke up was that he was playing with my feet, and worshiping them just the way that I liked.

Or so I thought.

Normally, I don't say anything to him while he's having his way with my feet because it can interrupt the sexual dynamic between us. Besides, I wanted to selfishly enjoy without interruption the wonderful pleasure of having my feet played with, and worshiped.

Part of the excitement for me is to watch him worship my feet, which at home I do by discreetly taking a peek at the reflection of the full length mirror we have on our sliding closet doors at home.

The bungalow didn't have a full length mirror in the bedroom, but it did have a good sized standing mirror in the room that was adjacent to the bed. When I discreetly took a peek at the reflection, I was able to see the bottom half of the bed, and the back corner of the bedroom itself.

Even though the bedroom didn't have any lights on, there were enough candles around the room that I had lit for a sexy ambience before going to bed that enabled me to see my husband.

To my surprise, he wasn't the one who was playing with my feet, and worshiping them. Another man was, and while my husband was watching him having his way with my feet while he sat in a chair, a woman was giving my husband head.

I recognized the couple from the bar. The four of us had been flirting with each other, which we found to be a lot of fun, especially since we wives had playfully outed our husbands for having a foot fetish.

As I thought about it, we wives had kind of teased our husbands that maybe her husband should worship my feet, and my husband should worship my feet. But as far as I remember, we had simply been playfully flirtatious about it rather then seriously making plans to swap partners.

Then again, my husband did tease me in private before I went back to our bungalow on our own that I might enjoy having another man play with, and worship my feet. As I recall, I playfully told him that I probably would like it, but I don't remember telling him to arrange anything.

Evidently, he did do something about it, and I became the beneficiary of an extraordinary vacation experience, which I have to admit I happily enjoyed, and got off on.

When my husband saw that I had awakened, he smiled at me, I smiled at him, and he rose up with that other man's wife to join her husband and me on the bed. I was completely naked, and so were they.

The woman who had been giving my husband head was laid face down on the bed next to me, and together while she and I smiled at each other for having husbands with a foot fetish, we enjoyed the pleasure of having our feet played with, and worshiped side by side. Her feet were worshiped by my husband, and her husband continued to worship my feet.

That evening was quite a thrill, and one in which my husband and I still talk about from time to time.