A fictional short story based on a fantasy I had…
I had become suspicious of my wife’s movements lately and on an ordinary Sunday something gave me a hunch to follow her and so I did. That hunch being why did she need to be wearing 5 inch high heel mules just to run errands. I stayed hidden, making sure I wasn’t seen until she arrived at her sister’s husband’s workplace. At first my worries began to fade as I figured she must be getting or passing along something for her sister as she often did but for some reason I followed through and tailed her, staying out of sight until I found a clear view of her entering his office where she closed the door behind her.
I had a good vantage point through the window and watched her enter as she placed her bag on one of the chairs then proceeded with what looked like their standard greeting. I began to feel foolish as I thought about going through all this cloak and dagger nonsense only to find out I was wrong when I noticed him sit back in his chair and my wife hopped up on the desk in front of him.
I noticed him looking at her feet intensely while they exchanged inaudible dialogue when she suddenly raised one foot and held it in front of his face where he leaned forward and pressed his nose against her toes and inhaled deeply. My heart began to beat faster as my mind raced with a million and one thoughts but I had little time to sort through them as I watched him grab her shoe by it’s long heel and remove it from her foot which stayed in its curved pose. I felt my cock harden in my pants as I watched him lean forward and begin sucking my wife’s toes while she casually sat with a straight face as if it wasn’t out of the ordinary at all.
I watched in awe as she spread her toes and allowed him to ravenously slide his tongue between each gorgeous red pedicured toe before sucking each one of them repeatedly. Without skipping a beat she raised her foot and allowed him to lick up and down her sole several times before she removed her foot and spoke to him, which in turn he responded by placing the shoe back on her foot before standing up and beginning to undo his pants.
I hated where this could be going but I felt compelled to watch. Something about seeing my wife allow someone to worship her feet like that was really turning me on to the point where I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. He parted his pants and pulled his rigid cock out and began stroking it while parting his legs and anchoring his stance. My wife in turn raised her legs and held them together while leaning back on the desk and waited for him to hold her feet with one hand by placing it between the heel and arch of her shoe. He pointed his cock at her feet and began stroking his cock faster. I couldn’t believe my wife was so casual about what she was doing but the larger parts of me was more focused on watching as he suddenly began pumping his cock like a shotgun while it shot rope after rope of cum on my wife’s toes, soaking between them to the point where her toe ring wasn’t even visible under all his cum.
I was practically hyperventilating and on the verge of cumming without even touching myself as I watched him shake the last few drops of cum onto my wife’s toes before putting his cock back in his pants and fastening it. My wife on the other hand simply hopped off the desk and began gathering her belongings in preparation to leave, giving him a casual goodbye leaving me shocked and highly aroused that she was about to walk through an office building full of people with his cum all over her gorgeous toes.
End…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12ipony/a_foot_fetish_short_story