A Perfect Afternoon…

We were sitting in the early Autumn sunshine in a café in the beautiful Italian town of Bolzano, there for 3 days of relaxation after 5 days of hiking.

The weather had been spectacular and we felt fit and both had a healthy outdoor glow.

We watched the world go by, admiring the beautifully dressed Italians as they promenaded.

My wife, Helen, sighed contentedly and reached out and held my hand. I looked at her and again thought to myself how lucky I was with her. She always caught my eye as the most beautiful woman in the room, even after 30 years of marriage.

Her 5 ft 3-inch frame was slim (at 110 lbs) and toned and for a 55 year old and she was in great shape: toned, fit legs, flat smooth tummy and generous breasts...and her perfect petite feet were her greatest asset...apart from her amazing open smile and beautiful brown eyes.

My obsession, was, I admit her feet. I have a love of women's feet and enjoy seeing women with beautiful feet, but Helen's were on a different level: short toes with perfect nails, high arches and, beautiful tendons...all brought together today with deep red nail polish.

As we sat there, Helen's Tori Burch sandals dangled and the sun warmed her lightly tanned feet...and I snuck occasional looks at them.

We finished our coffee and chatted about what to do for the rest of the afternoon before our dinner reservation. As we were talking, someone sat down at the next-door table to Helen. We both looked around to be met with a broad smile from a beautifully dressed Italian man. He settled into his seat and opened his newspaper, signalling to the waiter at the same time...the waiter smiling and waving...and we thought that our new terrace companion must be a local. Sure enough he was, and over came an espresso and a cornetti pastry, certainly his usual.

We settled back into our discussion about the afternoon and finished our coffees. As we were about to call for the bill, our new friend leaned over and again, with his smile, asked if we were enjoying our stay in "his" town.

We easily fell into chatting - his English was perfect and with only a slight accent. We found out he had spent a lot if his early years working in London. As we chatted, we asked him to join our table and he told us all about things to see and do in and around the town and we told him how much we were enjoying the food, the shops and the beautiful architecture. He was (as I expected!) very attentive to Helen and one or twice gently touched her arm to emphasise a point.

As the conversation moved on, I asked him what he did here in Bolzano. He responded by telling us he was a designer and maker of ladies' shoes and his atelier was just around the corner and as we suspected, this café was his home-from-home. He told us that his atelier was very small but that he was very luck in that he had a long list of wonderful, loyal clients and that he did not have to advertise. That all of his clients came by word of mouth and that there was even a 6-month waiting list for his shoes. He did this all very modestly...continuing to charm us both, but especially Helen...as I could tell.

At one stage, he leant forward and lightly touching Helen's knee (she was wearing a short'ish white wool skirt) and looking mainly at Helen, but also at me, told us that Helen's feet were amongst the most beautiful he had seen...and as a shoemaker of beautiful ladies' shoes, he had seen many. He promised it was the truth and as always, his smile made us smile too.

At this, he leaned forward, touched Helen's elbow again and said that we must come and see his atelier as it was right around the corner and today, Friday, was a half day for his team so he could show us around and not disturb the work.

He smiled and apologised for not introducing himself and we exchanged names - his was Mauro.

We looked at each other and readily agreed to go with him, Helen especially eager to see the workshop and his shoe designs.

We got up and followed him, Mauro having told us the bill would be taken care of and laughingly said he would expense it as we were clients now that we were going to see his workshop!

We walked around the corner and 3 doors down the colonnade was a beautifully carved, enormous oak door. Mauro punched in some numbers on a keypad and the door silently opened. Beyond the door was a beautiful staircase leading up to a landing with a bright glowing Murano glass chandelier. The whole place was beautifully decorated. Mauro advised us he was the 3rd generation family shoemaker, but the first to specialise in ladies' shoes...especially high heel sandals..."like Manolo Blahnik", he laughed.

He gestured for us to climb the stairs, allowing Helen to go first. The climb showed off her perfect, toned legs and her feet in those flat sandals. I could see Mauro's eyes were running up and down her legs and I smiled to myself.

We arrived on the first landing, into a beautiful salon. Bookcases lined the wall and it was expensively decorated. In the centre was a large cream leather day-bed and Mauro told us this was where he met all of his clients for fittings and design discussions.

He gestured for Helen to sit on the day bed and me to join her and he knelt in front of her, taking her by surprise. He immediately said that he was just going to show her some designs but first he needed to 'understand' her feet and also her legs as the shoes he designed are for the feet, the legs and the "whole woman".

Asking permission, which Helen quickly gave after looking at me (and I nodded), he gently removed her flat sandals took her left calf in one hand and raised her foot. "So beautiful" he said quietly to himself and proceeded to gently explore her foot...the soles, ankle, toes, between her toes, taking his time and at one stage turning to me with his generous smile. I smiled back and he continued.

At all of this attention Helen had involuntarily sighed a couple of times. She loves having her toes gently massaged and in our sex life, often uses them on me as she knows it really arouses me.

Mauro took her foot and placed in in his lap, looking up at her. Her foot pressed down and I realised that Mauro was aroused, the clear outline of his cock under his linen trousers. Helen's eyes widened as he rested it there, his erect cock very obvious to her soft feet...but she did not move her foot away. Mauro held her foot there for a few seconds, pressing it down on his cock, their eyes still connected.

After a few seconds, he took his hands away and moved to her other foot, leaving her first foot resting firmly on his rapidly hardening hard cock.

It was the same treatment for the other foot...exploring, massaging, between her red toes...with Helen sighing quietly. All while her other foot was resting on his cock.

Mauro then placed both feet on his hard shaft and looking across at me said that I was a very lucky man, again using his disarming smile. My smile back at him signalled my agreement that he could continue. Helen's feet, in the meantime were resting on an erect cock of a man we had only just met.

Mauro's hands moved up her calves, caressing her skin and occasionally retuning to press her feet down on his cock. In response, I was rock hard as well, loving the sight of those perfect petite feet making another man so aroused.

Slowly his hands advanced up her legs, rubbing behind her knees. Helen didn't encourage him...or resist, as he continued to explore her toned, slim calves.

He said that understanding the legs was so important for the perfect shoe fit and then moved his hands up beyond her knees, up to her thighs. She was looking slightly flushed, but the fact that she did not stop him, Mauro took as approval to continue.

"You know, to truly appreciate the line of the shoe, we need to see the whole leg." he said.

Looking at me, he then said "So I think we should just slip off your skirt, Helen."

Helen and I exchanged looks, knowing that this was moving rapidly beyond just a shoe fitting and flirting. I gave a slight nod at her and she turned and responded to Mauro by saying "Well, I do want to see how the shoes would really look" and slowly stood up in front of Mauro. She carefully undid the clasp of her white skirt, slid down the zipper and let her skirt fall to the floor.

Her tiny g-string panties were now exposed, with just a gossamer thin layer of fabric covering her smooth, bare pussy lips. Maruo's eyes ran over her panties, down her thighs and calves to her bare feet and back up.

"Quite perfect" he whispered.

With that, he reached under the day-bed and pulled out 3 or 4 shoe boxes. Opening one, he pulled out a beautiful pair of golden stiletto sandals.

"These will be perfect for you" he said and gestured for her to sit back down, which she did

He then lifted both of her feet and placed them against in his erect cock, glancing up at her as he did so. She held his gaze. Lifting one foot, he began to fit the stiletto and then placed the foot on his cock again...and then did the same with the other foot. Soon both of her prefect petite feet were in the most beautiful stiletto sandals, resting on his cock.

"Stand up and let me see everything" he whispered, almost to himself.

Helen moved her feet from his lap and slowly stood up in Mauro's sandals, her calves showing beautifully and her feet nestling in the gold leather straps with the red nail polish. A perfect combination.

As she stood, it was clear she was very aroused as well with a small damp patch appearing on her panties - something Mauro could clearly see as his face was level with her pussy as he sat on his fitting stool. Reaching out, Mauro ran his hands over her gold encased feet, up her calves and on to her thighs. At this point he looked up at her, slowing the upward movement of his warm hands and looked at me. Her eyes were closed and when his eyes met mine, I nodded. With that, his hands moved further up her firm thighs, closer and closer to her lace covered pussy. Gently, he touched the front of her panties and she shivered involuntarily. Mauro slowly stroked the front of her panties...up and down, his fingers tracing her lace covered pussy lips. The damp patch slowly grew as he did this and Helen's breathing was more noticeable.

"Helen, you look incredible" he whispered and giving a little laugh, and added "with or without my shoes".

His hands then slowly moved around to her bare buttocks, exposed in the tiniest g-string. He stroked and explored them. Leaning forward, he kissed her flat stomach, just above her panties...sat back and looked up. She was looking down and their eyes met and held each other's.

Mauro then returned to the front of her panties, rubbing a finger up and down her pussy lips.

At this stage, I had to shift on the day-bed to give my rock hard cock more room in my jeans, making the state of my arousal very obvious. It was something that she noticed and with that, held out her hand to me, which I took and squeezed.

"My dear Helen" Mauro said, "I think these beautiful panties are getting in the way and I really think we should see you in my shoes...and nothing else".

Again, Mauro looked at me and as I didn't t react, he slipped his finger into the waistband of her panties and very slowly eased them down her legs so that they ended up draped over her feet and the sandals. Her pussy has the tiniest fluff of pubic hair with the rest of her pubic mound and lips being smooth and bare.

Helen now stood there, nude from the waist down, still wearing her cream cashmere sweater. Mauro touched her bare pussy lips, at which she gasped and shivered. Gently, he parted her lips, her wetness glistening.

"So beautiful" Mauro again whispered and leant forward kissing her bare, flat stomach while his fingers continued to explore her lips. She shifted slightly, spreading her legs apart a fraction, giving Mauro more access.

Sliding his fingers between her lips, he moved up towards her clit. Another of her greatest attributes is her clit. When aroused, as she surely was now, it swells into almost a tiny cock...very prominent and firm. As he touched her clit it was Mauro's turn to gasp at the size and firmness of it.

He slowly circled it with a finger and looking up, whispered again how beautiful she was.

After another minute or so of exploring her clit, Mauro stood up and without saying anything started to lift her cashmere sweater. Helen raised her arms and he slid her sweater off, over her head and he dropped it on the day bed. He leant down and kissed her shoulders, moving to her neck while his hand slowly rubbed her swollen clit. She moaned and when he licked her ear, her legs nearly gave way.

His hands then moved to her bra strap and he undid the clasp, sliding the straps down over her arms and letting her bra fall to the ground. Helen's breasts are large and for a woman of her age and beautifully firm (she laughingly told me a few weeks earlier that when she went for a breast cancer screening, the doctor said her she had the breasts of a woman 20 years younger!).

Helen was now standing there, nude, except for those incredibly sexy sandals with her intense arousal being very obvious.

Standing up in front of her, Mauro slowly started to undo his shirt buttons and discarding his shirt, undid his belt buckle. Then his trouser button and kicking off his loafers, slid down his zipper. With his eyes locked on her's, let his trousers fall to the floor. His erection sprang out as he had obviously been 'commando' and I could now see he was at least 7 inches (similar in size to myself, except I am cut), uncut, veiny with a straight shaft and quite thick. He was totally smooth all over with smooth shaved balls as well. He was rock hard.

He moved closer to her and again started to kiss her shoulders while at the same time, pushing his hips forward so that his cock head nudged into her flat stomach. At the first contact of his cock, she moaned softly. The head of his cock was visible, his foreskin just slightly back, allowing me to see that he was already leaking pre cum, leaving a small wet patch on Helen's tummy as he moved it back and forth.

Looking at me, he said, "Andy, I think you are a bit over dressed...you must join us". With that I stood and undressed, my own cock standing erect as I slid off my underpants and sat back to watch.

Mauro continued to nuzzle and kiss her neck while his fingers toyed with her clit. He then lifted one of her legs, resting her sandal-clad foot on the day bed giving him full access to her now swollen pussy. As his fingers spread her lips her hand tentatively moved towards his cock...she hesitated and then continued, her fingertips making contact with the shaft and then running her fingertips up and down it. Mauro groaned with Helen's delicate touch and pushed his hips forward, encouraging her. Slowly she placed her hand around the shaft, her tiny hands only just making it around. Slowly she started to stroke him, her head thrown back, lost in the sensations.

With her other hand she explored his cock head and foreskin, toying with it. At this Mauro's knees began to tremble, especially when she slid a finger under his foreskin and circled his wet, sticky swollen purple head. Soon her hands we all over him...shaft, cock head and foreskin and balls...stroking, squeezing, massaging, exploring.

"Lie back, Helen" he whispered.

Helen let go of his shaft and balls and sat down on the leather day-bed, her legs spreading, exposing her pink lips to Mauro, inviting him to go further. He reached out and taking a cushion, gestured for her to raise her hips and as she did do, he slipped the cushion under the small of her back. Mauro knelt between her legs and kissed her breasts. He then moved to her toned stomach, moving lower until he started licking her clit that stood proud of her lips. Flicking it back and forth, he raised her legs so her feet were in the air and her knees pulled back, making her totally open for him. She reached out for my hand and watched me stroking my own cock smiling at me. She eventually turned her attention back to Mauro as he licked her, running her fingers through his hair.

He pulled back from her pussy and licked his index finger and after retuning to her clit, slid his saliva covered finger between her spread ass cheeks, lightly touching her exposed rosebud anus. Helen took a sharp intake of breath. Some of her most intense orgasms happen when either I have one, two or three fingers in her anus, as I lick her.

As he continued to lick her clit, he began to probe her ass...circling it, pressing, rubbing the bud. He then pressed harder and I could tell Helen was trying to open up to allow him access. As his finger entered her she cried out in pleasure and pure lust. Mauro worked his finger slowly all the way in and as he licked her pussy lips and clit, gently twisted his finger, driving her crazy, only finally withdrawing when he sensed she was close to cumming.

Mauro raised his head and said smiling "You will have to excuse me, but when I make love I want you totally nude and this even includes my beautiful shoes." He stood up and took her ankles in his hand one by one and removed the sandals, leaving her petite feet and toes bare.

Standing there, erect, he gently placed her red painted toes around his cock shaft. As they closed around it, he thrust his hips slowly back and forth.

"Helen, my god, that is so beautiful...your feet and toes are even more beautiful completely bare". He slowly thrust away, her toes gripped him. His foreskin slid back and forth, spreading his pre cum and Helen used one of her big toes to spread it further, to Mauro's moans.

After 3 or 4 minutes, Mauro slid out from between her toes and knelt again, pulling out another shoebox from under the day-bed. He opened it and looking at Hele and then myself, pulled out an anal plug and a tube of lube. Without asking he began to spread the lube over the head of the plug, all the while alternating his gaze between the plug and Helen's eyes.

Helen's hips were still raised on the cushion and Mauro pushed her knees a bit further back and placed the tip of the buttplug on her hole, The cold of the lube making her anus contract. Helen breathed deeply, trying to relax and I could tell she was wanting Mauro to push it deep in her.

He pressed and slowly the plug went deeper and deeper, stretching her ring. The mixture of pleasure, pain and the sheer 'dirtiness' of it made her thrash her head back and forth. It went deeper and deeper and with a final push, entered her, her anal ring closing over it with just the jewelled base showing.

Mauro stood and removing the cushion from under Helen's hips, raised her legs and kissed and licked her toes. He carefully bent her knees and spread her legs.

At the same time kneeling between her spread legs he positioned himself and his dripping cock to enter her. He looked over at me, as I stroked my now pre-cum dripping cock and I nodded back at him. With this, he moved forward and rubbed his cock head against her clit and her swollen wet lips, making her moan again. He then slowly pushed forward, his cock head parting her lips and pressing at the entrance to her pussy. Pushing further, his cock began to enter her, stretching her.

He slid slowly into her as she strained to take him in. She pulled her knees back as far as she could, her perfect red toes curling in pleasure as his cock filled her. Once he was balls deep, he rested, letting her feel him, thick and hard, inside her. Slowly, he began to thrust as Helen wrapped her legs around him.

I moved so that I could watch his cock sliding in and out of her, her pussy lips stretched and the buttplug glinting with each thrust, his smooth full balls slapping as he thrust. I had to stop stroking myself as the sight of this man fucking my wife was almost too much. I wanted to save myself till the end so that we could all cum together.