[FM] Giving a foot job and getting worshipped in bridal lingerie

My partner Henry and I had a July quarantine wedding on a random Thursday after months of twiddling our thumbs and waiting to see if travel restrictions would lighten up enough for our families to come to town. Though it was more casual than we expected (Zoom weddings will do that to ya), we had a great time and an equally fun [wedding night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7h6ii/fm_my_husband_henry_and_i_ruined_my_wedding_dress/). Afterwards, we promised each other that we would spend the weekend continuing the celebration.

That Saturday morning, I woke up before Henry for the first time in weeks. I watched him sleep for a moment, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with every deep breath. A look of pure relaxation was on his face. Probably from the edibles we took the night before and the many orgasms we had given each other over the course of the evening, but who’s to say? Giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, I slid out of bed.

Taking my time, I enjoyed a scalding shower and used a sugar scrub on my legs and feet. An idea popped into my brain. Immediately upon stepping out of the shower, I shoved my feet into a clean pair of slippers. I dried off and shuffled back into our room. Henry was still asleep, a soft puff of air escaping his lips on every exhale. As quietly as possible, I rubbed lotion into my feet, assessing whether they were smooth enough for my nefarious purposes. I sent up a silent thanks to the gods for my foresight to give myself an at-home pedicure before the wedding. Tiptoeing my way over to my dresser, I took out my freshly washed bridal lingerie.

I slipped on the garter belt first, the white lace sitting comfortably around my waist. Next came the sheer bra, the lace cups patterned with flowers and pushing my tits together to create an impressive amount of cleavage. I sat down in the armchair next to the closet and rolled the white thigh high stockings up each of my legs. With a satisfying click, I fastened the thigh highs to the garter belt. Smiling, I admired the lingerie in the mirror. What was I missing? My eyes traveled down to my bare pussy. Right! Panties. It was a little uncomfortable to wear the white lace panties over the garter belt’s leg straps, but it was worth the easy removability.

Oh so slowly, I crept over to the bed and crawled on top of the covers to lay down on my side next to Henry. I lifted a hand and gently brushed his hair away from his forehead. He stirred slightly, letting out adorable little sighs. “My wife,” he whispered in a Borat voice, his eyes closed.

“Your wife is horny,” I murmured in his ear.

That woke him up. One eye still closed, he squinted at me, his eyebrows raising as he looked me up and down and rubbed the sleep from his closed eye. “Goddamn,” he muttered, slapping his cheeks and sitting upright, “What a fucking view to wake up to.”

I laughed and rested my back against the bed, dragging one leg up the other and running my hands down my body. Henry ripped back the covers and clambered over them. I forgot he had gone to sleep naked. One of his hands trailed from my ankle to my calf, behind my knee, and up my outer thigh until his palm was gripping my waist over the garter belt. “This is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen,” he murmured in awe, climbing between my legs and running his other hand up my stomach to cup one of my breasts over my bra.

He teased my nipple through the fabric and kissed me softly, his tongue sliding against mine. How did he always manage to taste delicious first thing in the morning? I wrapped my legs around his hips and cupped his face. Quiet moans spilled from my lips. He began slowly thrusting against me, his erection rubbing my clit through my panties. I broke the kiss. “Can I try something?” I asked quietly.

Henry stilled his movements and pressed a quick peck to my lips. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me,” he marveled, his eyes still wide in disbelief at my outfit.

Giggling like an idiot, I pushed him off me and got off the bed. He watched my every movement, his breathing getting rougher and louder as the anticipation grew. I walked over to the armchair, pulled it over to the side of the bed, and sat down in it. Henry scrambled across the bed and sat upright in front of me, his feet on the ground with his legs spread slightly, his cock standing at attention against his stomach and his balls dangling off the edge of the bed.

Slowly, I slid my stocking-covered feet up his thighs until my toes were brushing against his cock. We locked eyes. He leaned back on his elbows to watch and nodded at me to keep going. My back slid down the armchair a little. As carefully, slowly, and softly as possible, I brushed one foot up and down his erection as the other foot’s toes gently teased his balls. Henry watched intently, precum beginning to leak from the tip of his cock. “This is…” he murmured, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

I laughed. “Have you gotten a foot job before?”

He nodded. “College girlfriend. For like two seconds before she got bored and tired.”

“Let’s see if I can break her record,” I giggled, adjusting to trap his cock between the soles of my feet.

It took more ab strength and thigh control than I was anticipating, but I began stroking his cock slowly between my feet, my hands gripping the armrests to hold myself steady. Henry’s eyebrows raised, an incredulous expression on his face. This was going over surprisingly well. I was incredibly thankful that he had made me start working out more in quarantine. It’s not like I did “Foot Job Muscle Building” Youtube videos, but I was certain that my stamina was better than it was before quarantine. As my muscles gradually began to grow sore, I wrapped the top of one foot around the back of his shaft to hold his cock steady and I used my other foot to stroke the full length of him, my toes gliding around his tip to stimulate the sensitive skin. “Fuck, do that again,” he gasped, gripping the sheets in his fist.

Biting my lip and smiling, I repeatedly teased his tip with my toes, rubbing it from the top and swirling around the sides and running my big toe along the slit. “I— I think I’m gonna cum?” he whispered, his body tensing as I sped up my movements.

Another minute or so and he was cumming, his abs spasming and a groan exploding from his lips as his cum erupted over my stocking-covered feet. A wide grin spread across my face. Henry collapsed against the bed, laughing and covering his face with his hands. “That is, without a doubt, the most unique way I have ever cum,” he admitted.

“Foot jobs aren’t even that original!” I laughed, placing the balls of my feet on his knees.

He took a breather. I gently rubbed his thighs with my heels. With a grunt, he sat upright, his hands circling my ankles and holding my feet steady. “I think I’m more into lingerie than I thought,” he murmured, his eyes raking down my body.

I spread my knees to show him my covered pussy and ran my middle finger down the front of my white lace panties. “With the new job, we can afford to splurge on a couple more sets. Want to have a little online shopping trip?”

He nodded breathlessly, his hands sliding up to my inner thighs as he lowered himself to his knees in the narrow space between the armchair and the bed. We took a moment to adjust and push the chair back a little. Henry hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs, following the fabric with wet kisses over my stockings. Wrapping his arms under my knees, he yanked me towards the edge of the armchair. Forcefully, he pushed his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply and sliding his tongue from the entrance of my dripping cunt up to my aching clit. He moaned against my skin. My fingers tangled into his hair and pushed his tongue harder against my clit. Without hesitation, he rapidly flicked his tongue. His lips devoured me. I needed more. “Can you fuck me?” I asked softly, rolling my hips to rub my clit harder against his tongue.

Pushing two fingers into my pussy, he pulled back his face and looked up at me, smiling apologetically. “I’m a little tapped out right now. Is this ok?”

“Definitely,” I smiled, relaxing against the armchair as I rested one thigh on his shoulder and placed my other foot on the ground.

He grinned and ducked back between my legs to suck my clit into his warm mouth, his fingers curling inside me to press my g-spot with every outward pull, the pace torturously slow. I moaned quietly. Henry looked up at me, placed another lick to my clit, and suddenly pounced on my lips, kissing me deeply as he cupped my face. I giggled against the onslaught and grabbed onto his forearms. His hands slid down to brush his thumbs against my nipples and then reached around me to unhook my bra. As he slipped the straps down my shoulders and arms, he kissed along my skin, his soft lips making me shiver with every gentle touch.

Once my bra was tossed somewhere on the bed behind him, his large hands covered my tits. His palms teased my nipples as his fingers slowly massaged me. Our lips met again. Our tongues slowly tangled together, his soft, gentle movements causing my pussy to leak onto the armchair. One of his hands released my breasts to travel back down my body and push three fingers inside my dripping pussy. His other hand cupped my cheek. With a final kiss, he pulled back and smiled at me, his fingers pumping forcefully. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his smile so genuinely blissful that it took my breath away.

“You’re my fucking husband,” I murmured excitedly, cupping his face and placing my forehead against his as his fingers increased their pace.

“We’re gonna get so many fucking tax benefits.”

“Now I can automatically inherit your money when you die under mysterious circumstances. No will required.”

“You make more than I do, idiot,” he laughed, “I’m the one financially benefitting from this arrangement.”

“Oh, it’s an arrangement?”

“An arrangement where we live together, fuck constantly, combine finances, and, you know, love each other unconditionally.”

“Hell of an arrangement,” I whispered, an orgasm building and building inside of me.

“I’d like to think we each got something out of it,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to my lips.

His fingers pounded into me. His left hand released my breast to rub my clit with his pointer and middle fingers. I looked down to watch his movements. His wedding ring was visible as he played with my clit, the gold band smiling up at me. “I’m so close,” I whimpered, my breath coming out in gasps as he massaged me to an orgasm.

My hands grabbed onto his shoulders tightly. Henry kissed me again forcefully, swallowing my moans as I finally tipped over the edge and began releasing mewling cries against his lips. His movements never faltered. My body spasmed roughly, my pussy clenching around his fingers in waves and my legs tensing, shaking, and then relaxing. He let out a soft groan of satisfaction and slowed his movements, easing me out of my orgasm. I broke the kiss and leaned back against the armchair, laughing quietly. “Fuck!” I cried softly, cupping his face and smiling at him as my exhausted body relaxed.

“Get up for a sec?” he asked.

I stood up, my legs still shaking slightly. Henry sat down in the armchair and patted his lap. Smiling, I sat sideways on his lap and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face into his neck. He rocked me slowly, one of his hands rubbing my back. “So you have a bit of a lingerie fetish, huh?” I teased.

He shrugged unembarrassedly. “Turns out your husband is a sicko. Good luck getting out of the relationship now.”

I kissed his cheek and relaxed against him, sighing contentedly. “I promised ‘in sickness and in health.’ That includes such sick, horrific, niche fetishes as enjoying seeing your wife in fancy lingerie.”

“Thank you for not abandoning me in this time of need.”

“For now. Check in with me again tomorrow.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7wbuu/fm_giving_a_foot_job_and_getting_worshipped_in