Wife Shared Her Feet

My wife and I volunteered to work at a fundraiser recently. It was a nice event, so we had to dress accordingly. We got there about 5pm. I was wearing a black button up dress shirt, dark jeans, and black dress shoes. She was wearing black dress pants, an aqua sleeveless top, and tan open toe heels. Her toes were freshly painted pink.

A little more about her. She’s 5’0″ and about 110lbs., petite and sexy. Light brown hair with green eyes.

We did our work until about 10:00 p.m., and ran into another couple we knew at the event. They asked us if we would like to go out to have some drinks. We went to a bar not too far from there, and after a few drinks we decided to walk across the street to a nightclub to have a few more. I can’t even remember the last time I was in a club, and this place was full of people in their young 20’s. Being in our mid-30’s had us feeling a little out of place.

We were hanging out by the bar, having lots of drinks, and mixing in some shots. We were feeling pretty good! We were talking to different people, and carrying on separate conversations when I turned to order some more drinks. I had to wait a bit since it was busy, but when I finally got our drinks, 10 minutes had probably passed. I turned around to hand my wife her wine, and she had this shocked look on her face.

I handed her the drink, and I asked if she was okay. She told me some guy had been talking to her, and out of nowhere he told her she had pretty feet! I instantly get rock hard. I smiled, and leaned in to give her a kiss. I told her that I agreed with him, and that he must have good taste!

I asked her if he knew we were together, and she told me that he didn’t. I then asked her to introduce me, but she told me it would be too weird, and that there was way she’d introduce us. I insisted. “I won’t say anything,” I told her.

She finally agreed.

I guessed the guy was close to 40, and he was Hispanic. He was probably about 5’8″ and he probably weighed about 170 lbs. He was nicely dressed.

When we were making some small talk, I noticed that he kept looking down to check out my wife’s toes. He soon noticed that I had caught him staring, and when he was about to apologize, I stopped him. I admitted to him that I thought her feet were sexy, too.

He agreed, apologized for staring, and told me he meant no offense. Then he told me he couldn’t stop stealing looks at them, and aplogized again.

I told him I wasn’t at all offended, and in fact I was flattered, and even turned on. I told him I would love for him to have a closer look somewhere more quiet. He was unsure at first, and because my wife by then was pretty tipsy, she didn’t really know what was going on.

I ended up talking him into it, so we got into a cab to take us to a hotel down the street. My wife was starting to get irritated that I had brought him with us, but this guy was really being nice to her, so she wasn’t sure what to do. Being tipsy helped.

I ended up getting a room, and while the 3 of us were in the elevator, my wife whispered, “What’s going on?” Then she added, “I don’t think we should do this.”

I calmed her down, and told her we were just going to have a few drinks, and talk. When we got into the room, I told my wife, “Have a seat on the bed, and relax while I make us all some drinks.”

This guy wasted no time, and sat right down next to my wife on the bed.

I handed everyone their drinks, and my wife took a huge gulp. So did our new friend. I did too!

After a few minutes of awkward silence, I suggested to my wife that she should let him give her a nice foot massage.

“She’s been on her feet, and in those heels for a while now,” I told him. He gave me a knowing smile, and I could tell he was excited.

My wife shyly declined.

“I give really great foot rubs,” he assured her while boldly reaching down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up, and onto his lap.

My wife kept her foot right where he had placed it.

Feeling emboldened, he slowly undid the buckle on her heel, and slid her shoe off.

My wife let out a little moan of approval. She seemed happy to be airing out her foot.

He started rubbing his thumbs into her soles, and moving from her heel up to her pads. My wife looked over at me, and I smiled back.

She finished her drink, and told him how good he was making her feel. She then lifted her left foot up, and playfullly told him he shouldn’t forget her other foot.

Nicely and slowly, he undid that buckle, and slid her left heel off. He then grabbed onto both of her ankles to hold her feet together, and lifted them up right in front of his face so that he could closely stare at them.

Looking over at me for approval, he asked, “Mind if I smell them?”

“Of course not!” I exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for this moment forever!”

My wife didn’t say a word. She could tell that both he and I were aroused, and excited. She seemed pleased.

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