John was a 50-year-old married to Mary, a 45-year-old stunning lady.
They have been married for over 20 years and had two beautiful kids.
Their sexual life could be considered satisfactory; her husband was not performing as well as he used to, but he still had a huge attraction for his wife. He had different fetishes over her, like her feet, her ass, her hands, but, most of all, he wanted to see her with another man. He considered himself a cuckold.
Like all sane, well-structured families, he knew well that this could destroy their relationship; still he couldn't stop thinking about different ways of satisfying his fetish.
They have been trying role playing for a long time, but John felt it was not enough anymore. He was jerking off frequently, even abandoning his wife for his dreams and fantasies.
He has been trying to talk with Mary about that, but she was clearly resistant and did not commit at all to having relationships with another man. To be fair, even John was uncertain about it, but he wanted to play with the concept.
On the other hand, Mary was reasonably satisfied with their sexual life; she would enjoy a bit of role playing, but, in reality, more to satisfy her husband than because it was exciting to her. Still, she wanted to please John and sent some photos of her feet, since she knew it would entice him.
She was alone in her room and, although dressed in regular pajamas and took some photos of her soles in different positions; in fact, she was a bit aroused by the sexy positions and by the idea that her feet could make her husband feel so excited. It was definitely empowering.
She sent one photo only and wrote: "I hope you like what you see..." with an emoji heart.
After two minutes, she received a message from her husband's best friend Ed:
"Hi Mary, I must confess I loved it..."; attached to the message was the photo of her soles.
Mary took two seconds to understand what happened... for some reason, she sent the photo to Ed and not her husband by mistake!
"Ed, I am so sorry, I am so embarrassed... It was supposed to be to John... I don't know what to say...".
"Mary, this is fine...it's me! No worries, no one needs to know about it..."
"Thanks Ed... I am so embarrassed..."
"There is no reason for Mary; I must confess I loved it... I loved your soles´ photos..."
"Ed... err... we shouldn't talk about it ... I mean...It's intimate..."
"I understand Mary, but I must confess it really moved me... I don't want to sound creepier than I am sounding already, but I confess it was... exciting..."
"hahaha, yes, a bit... but please just erase it..."
"Never"
"How do you mean it?"
"Mary, I know I shouldn't but I would like you to send me a couple more photos... I know we shouldn't, but I would love it..."
"Ed, I can't..."
"Of course, I understand, but it's me... it's between us... best friends, really... it's only your feet. I am not asking for nudes or provocative pictures"
"I don't know Ed..."
"Listen, you started it (emoji laughing). Let me see your soles in different positions... c´mon... it's fun..."
Mary was feeling odd; she noticed her pussy was getting a little wet; this was getting exciting, although, at the same time, it was a surreal situation.
"Ed, I will send two more pictures and that's it! Do not show or comment on this with anyone!"
Mary was not sure why she was doing it... she really shouldn't but, it was "forbidden" and there was a sense of adventure in this story; and, in the end, she was only showing her soles to a friend that possibly had seen them before anyway...
She sent two photos; in one of them, although she was wearing pajamas, her legs and hips could be seen.
"Mary, I loved it... I know I probably should not be saying it, but I would love to touch your soles... they are so incredibly beautiful; it's funny that I never noticed it before."
Mary was becoming more and more nervous... or excited. She was not really sure.
"Ed..."
"Next time we meet I will find a way to touch your soles... please tell me you will let me..."
John knew what he was doing. He was, slowly but surely, bringing Mary to a place of lust. It was difficult. He would have to do it in very, very small steps, in such a way that each step would be just a normal continuation of the previous situation. There could not be a rupture... it must be all a natural path of friends talking, but, at the same time, a huge turn on guiding Mary's actions.
"Ed, we can't... I am married, you are married..."
"Mary, I am not asking to have an affair with you, just for you to let me touch your soles, when we are alone... it's not even something wrong, but it would give me such a pleasure; I'm not gonna lie. Those feet lit a fire inside of me, but I am just asking to be able to touch your soles."
At that point, while reading the messages, Mary was fingering herself. She was so aroused that she immediately answered, without really pondering on the text properly.
