Or how my wife became a Shoe whore and Exhibitionist.
It all started with the shoes. My normally sensible and conservative wife and I were shopping. We walked past a top end shoe store where she spied a pair of 6-inch designer jeweled high heels.
She was all gaga over them, which was normal.
"They're too tall for you, as the highest pair you claim to be comfortable walking in is 3 inches!" I said, "You only have size 7 feet" I added, "all your weight will be on the balls of your feet. The price is also $1000.00."
"Please please," "can I have the heels?" "I will look so hot in them," she said in a pleading voice.
"They are too expensive to have them sitting in the closet with your other tall heels, and you know what you tell me they do to your feet and legs," I said.
Then she started trying to bribe me into buying them for her.
"I will give you five blow jobs," she said with desperation in her voice, "I have to have those shoes."
"Right then you will wear them a couple of times complain they make your feet and legs sore and then never wear them again," I said a little exasperated. She had sensed I was losing patience.
"I do anything you want. Give you anything you want:" She said with desperation in her voice.
That was the statement I had been waiting for.
"You mean that anything?" I asked not believing her offer.
"Yes," She said, without any hesitation.
I had loved her in higher heels. I fact she had several pairs at home.
"If I buy them, you have to wear them for a week 24/7 and no complaints about how sore your legs and feet are:" I stated exasperated.
"No problem, anything else," She said. "I have to have those shoes. I will look so hot walking in them."
"Let's go out to the car to talk it over," I said getting a little excited.
On the way to the car, I was getting my ideas together. When we had gotten to the car I opened the back door and had motioned for her to get in I had gotten in after her. She had turned and looked at me expectantly. "To take off her top and bra," I told her letting some excitement leak into my voice.
She had looked around shrugged her shoulders and had taken them off. She was waiting for me to say something else. I had let her wait a few minutes sitting topless in the car.
"You are going to give me a blowjob, and you will swallow my cum," I told her. (She had never swallowed before.) She reached over and undid my pants scooted them down enough to get to my cock and balls. She had bent over slowly and licked my cock seductively and sucked it into her warm wet mouth. Then grabbed my hands and put them on her naked tits. Then she started bobbing her head up and down my cock one stroke slow one stroke fast while she was fondling my balls.
Now I had her where she wasn't going to interrupt me. "Don't stop sucking. I will tell you what else you are going to do to get the shoes. You will go braless from now on. When you finish getting me off you are going to get nipples pierced tonight. Last you are going to learn to deep throat me," I told my wife.
With each statement, she had increased her tempo. With the last statement, she had tried to take my cock deeper but gagged a little. "Not now, you have a few weeks on the last one. Finish me we have two stops to make," I said.
With the increased tempo, it was not long till she felt my balls tighten. She had started to move like she was going to pull off but stopped herself took the load in her mouth and swallowed gave one last bob of her head, licked me clean then slowly let my cock slide out of her mouth. She had then tucked me back in. Gave me a big wicked smile licked her lips. Put her top back on.
"Take me to get my nipples pierced now. I want to get the shoes tonight," She said with excitement in her voice. Then she added, "I agree to all the conditions as stated."
Off we had gone to the tattoo and piercing place at the end of the strip. When we had entered the parlor, and the saleswoman noticed us, she asked,
"Can I help you?"
"I want a pair of 1inch solid gold nipple rings for my wife. Would ten gauge be ok? She has very large nipples," I said with some excitement in my voice.
"I need to see her nipples to tell," The woman answered.
My wife had pulled her top up so the woman could see her nipples. This in and of its' self is way out there for my formerly prudish wife as there were two other male customers in the shop at the time.
"10 gauge ones will be ok," The saleswoman said.
Then saleswoman had taken the correct pair out of the case and handed them to me. I had handed my wife the rings.
"The rings are big she won't be able to hide them. They will show through even a padded bra," The woman said.
"That's ok she won't be wearing a bra, and I want them soldered closed once they are in so they are not removable," I told the woman. Now this was where I was sure my wife would have an objection
"Let's get on with it there is a pair of shoes waiting to be bought and put on my feet," My wife said a bit impatiently.
The woman had taken her into the back; I had gone to watch. My wife had jumped up on the table, sat up straight and taken her top off. The woman had marked where they were to go cleaned and numbed and clamped them then punched the holes and inserted the rings and permanently closed them. My wife had tensed when the needle pierced her nipples, and the rings inserted.