Finally, my flight had landed. Back home after a week away for work. I never minded traveling for work, but this time felt different and I couldn't quite figure out why.
I made my way swiftly to the parking garage after collecting my suitcase. I hopped in and made the twenty-five minute drive home excitedly.
My gorgeous wife greeted me at the door. A big, wet kiss, and a pre-mixed rum and coke for me. She was too good for me. Speaking of too good, wow was she dressed sexy!
A simple, little black dress. She straightened her blonde/brown hair just how I like it. A touch of makeup to accent her green eyes. Open-toe, tan 3" heels showing off her freshly painted pink toes.
"Sorry, I gotta run," she apologized, "I'm already running late but I wanted to wait for you."
"Where you going?" I asked.
"Girls night," she replied, "It's Kristine's birthday, remember?"
"Oh," I stammered slightly disappointed, "Yea, I forgot."
"I left you some food in the fridge," she said, "And a surprise upstairs for you."
She was grinning sexily, giving me one more kiss before hopping in the car to leave.
I guess it would be fine, I was tired from traveling anyways. Sitting in an airport for a few hours to then sit on a plane for a few more exhausted me. I went straight upstairs with my drink in hand.
When I got to our room, I noticed a note on the bed. It read, "Welcome home baby! Press play on the DVD player and enjoy yourself! See you soon. Love You!"
There was a bottle of lube laying next to it. Oh boy, I thought. What the hell am I about to see.
I laid on the bed and reached for the remote, turning on the TV and DVD player. I anxiously awaited for the screen to come on.
The first shot was my wife's face, she was taping herself, in our living room.
"Hey baby!" she started, "I know you just got back from out of town but I wanted to make you a special gift."
She then turned the camera around, there was Dan.
"Hey buddy! Enjoy!" he added.
"Ready to go?" my wife asked him.
"Absolutely! Let's go," he answered.
The tape showed them walking to Dan's car. My wife got in, I could hear both doors slam shut. He began backing out and my mind was really spinning at this point. Not to mention the shaky camerawork didn't help.
As Dan made his way down the road, my wife moved the camera to her feet. I watched as she kicked off her black Nike shoes to reveal she was wearing black, nylon-material, see through socks. Her toes were painted white, and were clearly visible. She even zoomed in on them for me.
"I hope you like what you see!" she joked, knowing I did.
"Dan and I are going shoe shopping. To be continued!" she continued, then placed both of her feet up onto the dashboard.
I heard Dan grunt approval just before the camera turned off.
My cock was rock hard.
The camera picked back up inside the store. It appeared Dan was now recording as my wife sat on one of those little benches, with four or five boxes of shoes around her.
"Dan helped pick some out to try on for you," she whispered, looking at the camera, "And him."
She giggled at herself.
Dan laughed as well.
My wife put her left shoe at the heel of her right. She started to kick it off, then stopped. Her smile widening.
"Could you please help?" she asked Dan, extending her right leg up.
"I sure can," he said.
Dan's left hand came into view. It took hold of the heel of her tennis shoe. Slowly, he pulled it off. My wife's held her black-socked foot up. Dan focused the camera on her sole for seconds. She flexed and wiggled it playfully before raising her left foot. He repeated the same removal of this shoe.
I love to take my wife shoe shopping. It was always an erotic tease or game for me. I would try to pick out or suggest as many pairs of heels or open-toe shoes for her to try on. Some times she would deny me, but most of the time she gave in. She knew what she was doing to me.
I continued watching the video as my wife tried on all five pairs of shoes. They were a mix of heels, open-toe heels, and even a pair of clear slingbacks.
Each time, Dan would get so close to her feet and toes to show me how they looked. She was modeling each pair for the camera. Then he would remove each pair for her to move on to the next ones.
"I hope you're enjoying this," my wife whispered, before blowing a kiss and waving goodbye.
The camera cut off again.
It picked back up with my wife and Dan now at a restaurant. They were sitting across from each other at a table. My wife was holding the camera again. She showed me the menu, revealing where they were.
It was our favorite Mexican restaurant. We loved their margaritas. One regular and you could feel it.
Camera off.
Camera on, showing two empty margarita glasses. My wife giggled in the background.
"Someone's feeling naughty," she whispered out of view.
The camera was handed across the table to Dan.
I heard him moan lightly. The camera panned down to his lap. It was blurry and I couldn't make out much.
It then refocused. I saw what he was moaning about.
My wife had removed her shoes under the table and placed her feet on his lap. She was moving both feet together, massaging Dan's cock through his jeans. Her white toes flexing in her see-through black socks.
Dan moved the camera up. My wife was smiling. She was definitely buzzed, I've seen that look in her eyes a thousand times.
He panned down to his lap once more before the camera turned off again.
It picked back up again, this time a familiar scene. My wife and Dan were at our house. More specifically, in our living room. My wife was holding the camera as she sat on the couch. Dan was to her right. She extended her legs, putting her feet on his left thigh. Shoes still covering her feet.
"How about a nice foot rub after trying all those shoes on?" she teased both Dan and the camera.
He moaned, then answered, "How can I turn that down?"
Dan then began to untie her right shoe first. Leaving that shoe on, he untied her left. My wife did an incredible job of zooming the camera in on her right shoe as he began to pull it off. There was that nylon-material black sock again. Her whites once more danced and flexed when freed. Then her left.
"Tell the camera how they smell," she said.
Dan didn't need any persuading, he raised both socked feet to his face.
I could hear him inhaling through the camera.
"Mmmm," he groaned, "They smell like heaven."
Dan sniffed and sniffed my wife's feet and toes for the next few minutes. My wife zooming out, then back in. Little moans escaping her.
After time Dan asked, "Would you mind if I took your socks off now?"
"You sure can," she responded.
With both feet still in his face, Dan used his left index finger and looped it into the band near her ankle. He drew it towards him, then up. My wife's sock followed his finger, her heel now bare.
She flexed her toes in response to his finger running up the length of her sole. Inch by inch until her entire right foot was bare.
Dan immediately placed those bare toes to his nose. Eyes closed. Inhaling deeply. His right index finger now repeated the process with her left sock. First her heel, then those toes flexed as well, until that foot was also bare.
"How about that massage?" my wife spoke, reminding Dan of the agreement.
"You're right, you're right," he stammered.
He slowly lowered her feet, placing them on his left thigh again. Then he went to working kneading and rubbing her feet. My wife gave a few "ooh's" and "uuh's" in approval.
My right hand was inside my pants, yanking at my raging hardon.
The camera cut off again after seeing about four minutes of the foot rub.
I hurriedly pulled my pants off before the next scene showed.
