I have had two major fetishes since I was young – one is for women's feet and the other, more unusual one, is for watching women drive cars with flat tyres. My wife loves my foot fetish and it has been a major part of our intimate life for as long as we have been together. However, I've never managed to combine my two pleasures until the last few years.
My wife will buy and wear shoes that she knows that I like just to get a reaction from me (and it always works). I have kissed and smelled her feet on trains, in aeroplanes, in restaurants and in public as well as at home – usually without anyone noticing but with a great effect for the two of us.
On one of the first occasions my wife had to leave the house before me to go to work so I laid back in bed watching her dress in a summer dress down to just below the knee and some unremarkable flat shoes which showed off the top of her feet but not her fantastic soles and heels. When she came to say goodbye I ran my hand up and down her leg and gently pushed off her shoe and she smiled, swung her foot up onto the bed next to me and let me kiss and nuzzle it whilst gently moving her hand around under the bedclothes to find me. As she started to gently stroke me she asked me "Would you like me to wear a different pair of shoes to work?". I nodded (speech was a little difficult with a mouthful of big toe) and she went off to the wardrobe and found a pair of strappy sandals with a small heel that make her feet look fantastic, put them on, waved her foot at me and left for work. "Spoilsport", I thought, "maybe we can carry on later". As I was awake I got up and headed off downstairs for breakfast, looking out of the window as my wife (and her beautiful feet) headed off to the garage to get in her car. As she backed the car out of the garage I noticed that the driver's side front tyre was almost flat and felt an immediate kick in my shorts that suggested that I might want to explore this a little further.
I watched her back the car out of the drive on the nearly flat tyre, enjoying it as the tyre crumpled as she reversed and thinking of her fantastic feet in those sandals and felt a thrill of pleasure as I understood that she hadn't realised about the deflated tyre and was going to drive off to work. Sure enough she drove off and I could hear the flattened tyre thumping lightly on the road as she drove off. I was quite beside myself at this point and must have stayed in the same position for a good ten minutes wondering if I would ever manage to get a pair of trousers on to go to work myself.
Then I heard it "thump, thump, thump" and saw her car come limping round the corner with a now completely flat tyre. She had managed a good three miles up the road before someone had pointed out the flat tyre to her and, even though she was unaware of my thing for flat tyres at this point, she had chosen to drive the car back home on the punctured tyre.
As she got out of the car my eyes were drawn first to her feet, which against the totally flat tyre looked fantastic and then to her breasts – her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them through her dress and she had obviously taken her bra off since she had left the house.
"I've got a slightly flat tyre" she told me with a hint of breathlessness.
"OK, let's have a look", I said, and knelt down (still in my sleeping shorts and T shirt) by the saggy tyre. As I looked at the tyre which was completely flat, she slipped of her sandal and put her foot on my lap. Caressing her foot and checking out the tyre I asked her how she got the puncture and she said " I think I had it when I left but I was enjoying how it felt so thought I would carry on driving". I looked at her, then the tyre, then her foot which was now gently flexing its toes through my shorts on my very enlarged manhood and said "would you like me to change it?". Hoping against hope that the answer might be no, I couldn't believe my ears when she said "no, I think we should drive to a garage and see if we can pump it up". Knowing that we live ten miles from the nearest garage with an airline and that there is a footpump in the garage I realised that neither of us were going to make it to work on time that day.
I jumped into the car and, before we drove off, made sure that I bent down into the driver's footwell and kissed my wife's beautiful feet and as she backed off the driveway for the second time felt myself getting harder and harder as I watched her feet, her swollen nipples, listened to the flat tyre and felt her gently squeezing me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3akgts/feet_and_flat_tyres
That was…well, unorthodox to say the least. Glad you got off though.