My wife has not seen Dan for close to a year. After his breakup with Kristen, I heard he really took it rough and was going through some dark times. I tried calling and texting, no response. I decided I would give him some space, that was eight months ago.
As far as my wife and I, we were getting along great. The sex was awesome too. She was very indulging in my foot fetish, and couldn't get enough of my tongue tasting her delicious pussy. We were having a date night every other weekend. She would dress up in all of my favorites, stockings, pantyhose, heels, open toes. You name it, she wore it. I was on cloud nine.
Fast forward to last Friday. It was a date night on our calendar. I was about ready to leave the office, tidying a few odd end things. It was 4:30pm. I text my wife as I normally do.
"Leaving in 5," I sent her.
Slightly curious I hadn't gotten a response yet, I walked to my car. Just as I started the engine, my phone dinged.
"Please don't be mad," it read.
"About?" I replied.
Another long minute went by, ding.
"Dan stopped over out of the blue," she text.
Before I could reply, she text again.
"It's nothing, I'm sure he'll leave soon."
Followed by, "And I swear nothing has happened between us. At least not yet," she said.
"I'll be home in ten mins," I text then drove quickly.
I never sped so fast before.
"He really likes my outfit for our date tonight," she text.
"Please hurry," she sent.
I raced through my neighborhood and into my driveway. I put the car in park and ran into the house. It was eerily quiet. No one down on the main floor. I made my way to the stairs and walked up swiftly.
I turned the corner to the left and entered the bedroom. There I found my wife, sitting on the floor next to Dan. They were both leaned back against the chaise lounge, legs extended out in front of them.
Dan saw me and quickly rose to his feet, walking my way. He gave me a big hug and apologized for not contacting me for so long. I looked my wife's way and finally noticed what she was wearing.
A black and gray sweater dress, black stockings, and her black knee-high leather boots with a 2" heel. She looked smoking hot.
Dan grabbed my attention back by apologizing for barging in on us. He said my wife told him we had our date night tonight. Then he told me how happy he was for us and thanked us for all the fun times we had together.
I thanked him too. My wife chimed in and gave a naughty-toned 'thank you' to Dan as well. We all laughed.
My wife suggested that maybe we could just get some take-out and eat at home so Dan and I could catch up. After some back and forth with Dan, him not wanting to be a burden, we decided that would be best.
I placed the order at my wife's favorite Thai restaurant and paid over the phone. Dan offered to pick it up, let me and my wife talk for a bit until he got back with the food.
"I'm sorry babe," I said to my wife as soon as Dan walked out the door.
"It's ok, it's not like you planned this," she said.
"Or did you?" she joked.
"No," I answered, "Definitely not. I really was looking forward to our night out."
"We will go tomorrow, how does that sound?" she replied.
"Sounds great, can't wait," I said before I leaned in to give her a kiss.
My wife made her way down to the kitchen and set out some plates and silverware. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of cold beers. I cracked mine open and took a big gulp. I then poured my wife a fairly large glass of wine.
I handed her her glass, "Nothing crazy tonight."
"You know I love you, and trust whatever it is you decide," I told her.
We kissed again.
Dan was back with the food. I won't bore you with all the details but the three of us sat in the living room eating together. Playoff basketball was on in the background as we all chatted. Catching up and joking about this and that.
My wife was being a good sport. She was cuddled up by me on one end of the couch while Dan sat on the other end. We must have drank about six beers each, my wife had two large glasses of wine. The game had ended and Dan mentioned he should get going.
My wife whispered to me she was heading upstairs and that I shouldn't leave her waiting too long. Then teased that she would need some help with her boots.
My cock immediately hardened.
Dan stood up, then my wife. She turned and gave him a big hug goodbye, then kissed him on the cheek. I saw as Dan watched her walk away. He was staring at her ass in that dress and checking out her boots. I knew her stockings were driving him crazy, like me. Deep down, I know my wife did too, and I'm almost certain that is why she hung out with us so long.
My wife walked upstairs to our bedroom. The clock for me was ticking.
I stood and half-heartedly cleaned the empty beer bottles. I put the dishes in the sink, thinking to myself that they could wait until tomorrow morning. Dan was making small talk while I cleaned. I walked him to the door and was trying to say goodbye. This guy just kept talking.
He was going on about this new girl he had gone on a few dates with. He said he was really liking her until after their fourth date. I asked him what happened and he told me she had the ugliest feet he's ever seen. I laughed at him.
He was serious. I felt a little bad for laughing.
He then went into classic Dan-mode and told me how lucky I was with my wife. How great she was, and sexy, and then mentioned her feet. How much he's missed having a pair of beautiful feet to enjoy. I agreed with everything he said, telling him she was waiting for me upstairs.
Dan got bold and asked if he could watch us. He said he hasn't cum in two weeks. He promised not to do anything with my wife, but just wanted to watch. I initially told him no right away. His eyes looked like he could cry. He turned to walk away, but I stopped him.
For some reason I have yet to know why, I stopped him.
I told Dan he had a few minutes to go upstairs and help remove the boots off my wife's feet. I told him if he did a nice job, my wife might let him take a picture of her stockinged feet for him to beat off to after.
Dan hugged me. Then quickly made his way to the stairs. I was right behind him. We walked up in unison. The bedroom was lit only by the TV. King of Queens was on but it appeared the wine caught up to my wife. She was laying on her back, fully dressed.
Dan tiptoed over, stopping at her feet. I crept past him until I was near her head. Crouching down, I whispered to her. She awoke, but she was drowsy.
I told her Dan had asked to help with her boots and wanted a picture to help him jerk off. My wife wiggled her boots as a response, then giggled while saying something about Dan jerking off.
My wife opened her eyes and looked up at me. I gave her a kiss and she kissed back.
"Get these damn boots off me Dan," she pleaded.
Dan slowly unzipped her right boot, from her knee down to her ankle. With a little tugging, her foot popped free.