Janet did not know who else to turn to. If only she could have seen the look on her own face while she was browsing on her husband’s computer. When she had stumbled upon photoshopped images of her and her friend that her husband was too careless to close, she wondered if she was unsatisfactory to her man? Were her breasts not large enough, her hips not wide enough, or perhaps it’s because she felt guilty that she didn’t indulge in her husbands foot fetish more often?
She was tall and lean with flowing hair of fire and sharp sensual eyes of blue. A beautiful woman to look upon with subtle curves to her frame.
Admittedly, Janet felt slightly guilty about that fact; she wanted to please her husband but she just hadn’t put forth enough of an effort to involve her feet for her husband’s pleasure.
The nerved wife arrived at Carly’s home as she parked and texted, ‘I’m here’. The responding text read, ‘It’s unlocked. Come in! I have to show you something!’. With a few breaths, Janet strode out of her car and through Carly’s front door.