**7:30 AM — Saturday Morning**
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of our bedroom. My wife, somewhat more awake than I was at that point, lay with her head on my shoulder. After a couple of “good mornings” and some light kissing, she noticed my morning bulge growing underneath the sheets. She gave my member some playful rubs while she kissed my cheek.
Morning sessions are a frequent occurrence for us. Consider it a GREAT way to start the day.
She quickly pulled the sheets back, completely exposing me down to my feet, gently pulled down my boxers and proceeded to begin an incredible blowjob. My wife’s skills are simply amazing and, within a few short minutes, she had me approaching the edge. She brought me close a couple of times before backing off, something she likes to do.
With each approaching climax, my toes curled in ecstasy. Her head, resting on my belly while she blew, pointed directly toward my feet. She must have noticed the fit that my toes were having…
She has worshiped my feet before — she knows it’s something I enjoy. While she doesn’t necessarily have a full-on foot fetish herself, she does have a bit of a submissive side which she plays into when it comes to my feet.
She gently crawled to the end of the bed, her feet pointed back toward me, giving me an excellent view of the wrinkles on her soles and her panty-clad behind. Taking a foot in each hand, she began massaging the soles and heels of my feet. My cock ached from the sensation.
Then, suddenly, she took the big toe on my left foot into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her hands moving the wrinkles on my soles around. She gave an occasional, light tickle; I began quickly jerking myself with my right hand while playing with her soles with my left.
After a couple of minutes of playful sucking and tickling, she knew I was ready to explode. She grabbed my right foot and placed its big toe in her mouth along with the other. Just like that, both of my big toes were in my wife’s mouth, while her hands massaged, worked and tickled my meaty soles. My 8 remaining toes curled and flexed as my balls tightened — the pleasure was too much.
*”I’m…I’m gonna…”*. I exploded, erupted, let loose a hefty load that my wife helped create. She gently took my toes from mouth, used the sheet to dry them off as I lay there catching my breath.
She sat up on the bed on her knees and gave me a smile. Leaning down, she kissed me on the forehead. “I’m going to go make coffee,” she said, face beaming at her handy-work.
Again: an excellent way to start your day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oituiv/fm_wifes_wakeup_call_male_foot_worship