Foot Cuckold For An Old Flame Ch 03

The bar was packed with Saturday night revellers and Vicky needed to let her hair down. A horrendous week at work followed by a disastrous Friday night date had left her deflated. She was happy with her job, but it had its ups and downs. She just wished she had someone to share her life with. Moving through her 20s and into her 30s, most of her friends had partnered up and settled down. She used to feel like she had all the time in the world. But a series of nights out meeting new partners followed by luxuriant weddings was starting to leave her feeling left out. Her best friend Jen was just the latest.

It wasn't that Vicky wasn't happy for Jen. They had been friends for over 10 years and been through more than their fair share of highs and lows together. When Steve came into Jen's life Vicky was conflicted, in more way than one. First there was the concern over whether Steve coming into Jen's life would leave her more isolated, less able to spend time with her closest friend. But the other conflict was deeper. From the moment she met him, Vicky felt instant attraction for Steve. It was almost like a magnetism she could not control. His athletic body, cocky humour and chiselled good looks all made her envious. Yet Vicky knew she had to find a way to break the thoughts she was having. That was what made her tell Jen all those weeks ago the fantasy she dreamed about. She felt awkward thinking of it even now. Imagining herself having a threesome with her best friend and her partner. She could not recall what possessed her to share it.

Jen seemed fine with the revelation and even appeared to laugh it off. Yet, ever since her drunken confession, Vicky was concerned that Jen had been off with her. She had become less responsive to messages and even seemed distant when organising tonight's night out. Whilst they invited along some of their other friends, Vicky hoped to get some time alone with Jen to clear the air. Vicky knew that moment had come. She turned to see Jen striding across the dance floor towards her with a beaming smile. She was wearing a tight blue dress that hugged her toned figure paired with strappy heeled sandals. Vicky could not help but notice that in the last number of months, Jen appeared to have a lot of new outfits and heels, perhaps gifts from Steve. She leaned in for a hug as Jen reached her.

"So glad this night out made it out of the group chat! We've been talking about it for ages!" Jen laughed.

"I know! I was needing it too after the week I had!"

"No luck on your date then?"

"Sadly not. But at least the cocktails are good to drown my sorrows! Listen, Jen. I have been meaning to talk to you."

"Yeah, sure. I was hoping to talk to you too! I think the others are out at the smoking area chatting so we can use the table."

They both lifted their cocktails from the bar and walked to the quieter tables at the back of the club. They slid into the plush booth and settled themselves.

"How about you go first?" Jen said.

"I just wanted to say Jen that I am absolutely mortified at what I said to you a few weeks ago. I can't believe how bad it must have sounded, your best friend blurting out a sex fantasy involving you and your boyfriend. I just feel so bad putting you in that awkward position because I would never want to harm our friendship..."

"Vicky, listen. It's fine, honestly". Jen said, placing her hand on Vicky's forearm. "It is really not a big deal. I am the one who feels bad if it made you feel our friendship was at risk."

"It's just, I know how good you and Steve are together and you've been looking for a great guy like him for so long. I hated the idea of it coming between us. I just felt you had been a bit distant the last few weeks and was worried you felt betrayed."

"Vicky, really, you're reading too much into this. I mean, think about it, your fantasy was with both me and Steve there, not just you and Steve. Plus, I know you're not one of those girls who goes around stealing other people's boyfriends. You admitted it. I just put it down as an innocent fantasy. Plus, I was just taking some time to think about it."

"Think about it?" Vicky said surprised.

"Well, yeah. The truth is Vicky, I think we've known each other longest within our friend group. We go way back. So, I feel like I can share things with you."

"Absolutely Jen. Anything."

"Well. I thought tonight I would let you in on something. A secret between Steve and I. If you promise not to share it."

"Of course not Jen. My lips are sealed."

"Well." Jen began, sliding closer to Vicky on the seat beside her. "What if I told you, Steve and I have already had someone else in the bedroom before?"

"What!? Are you serious? You've had a threesome?"

"Well, maybe not in the way you'd think." Jen said wryly, sipping her cocktail.

"What do you mean?"

"The thing is Vicky. Steve admitted to me shortly after we started dating that he had a thing about being watched whilst having sex. He hadn't really experienced it properly, but he was into the idea of someone being there watching us. Truthfully, I was kind of into it too."

"And you actually found someone to watch? Like a random stranger?"

"Not a total stranger. Do you remember the quiet, shy guy I dated before Steve? Would have been about 3 months before him. I think you met him at a house party once."

"Wait, you're not serious!? You got your ex to watch you having sex with Steve!? Wasn't he the one who also had the foot fetish thing?"

"That's him! Yes, I talked to him and suggested the idea and he was into it."

"He was into it? What did you say to him?"

"Well, that's where the fun part comes in." Jen replied, her mouth curling into a smirk. "I met him for coffee and a chat. Just a casual walk. After chatting to him a bit to test the water, he made a confession himself. Not only was he into feet. He told me he also had a thing for something called 'cuckolding'. It's basically where he gets to watch a woman have sex with another man. Specifically, he said he had fantasized over the thought of watching me having sex with other men, even when we were still dating."

"Oh. My. God!" Vicky gasped. "So, you had sex with your new boyfriend whilst your ex sat and watched?"

"Well, watching mainly, but that as well as doing a few other things..." Jen said mischievously.

"I can't take much more of this Jen! There is more?"

"Well, part of what gets him, Steve and I off is the power dynamic. He likes to be submissive whilst Steve and I are in control. So, he worships my feet, like licks them and sucks my toes, and we order him around whilst we have sex. He loves it and honestly Vicky, Steve and I got into it too. In fact, it has sort of become a long-term thing."

"How many times have you done it?"

"By now? Dozens. Plus, he likes to spoil us with things. Who do you think paid for our drinks tonight, plus this nice ensemble." Jen purred, modelling her dress and heels.

"You're serious? So, you have your kinky foot perv ex as a cuckold?"

"Exactly. Which leads to what I wanted to talk about tonight."

"There is more you wanted to talk about? I feel like you've been doing most of the sharing tonight!" Vicky giggled.

"Well, the next part is more of an ask and I know it is a big one, so don't feel any pressure or awkwardness at all if you don't like the idea. But, how would you fancy sharing the experience?" Jen said with a warm smile.

"Wait. You mean, joining in?"

"Yes. The truth is Vicky, the reason I have maybe been a bit distant the last few weeks was because I was thinking it over with Steve and my cuck. From talking it over with both, they seemed more than happy. If you wished to join..."

"Join how?" Vicky asked, her eyes widening.

"Well, for an evening of fun. It would work quite simply. The same as all our usual date nights. My ex would pay for you, Steve and I to go out. He would fund dinner, drinks, taxis, as well as you and I getting pedicures and sexy heels naturally. We have some fun on the town, get friendly. Then head back to my place. My ex would be waiting there. From there, well, I think you can guess the rest. You, Steve and I have a bit of fun together whilst he watches and worships our feet."

"He doesn't do anything else? What exactly does worshipping mean?"

"That's all he is into and all he is allowed to do, it's part of the fun. Mainly it means massaging, sniffing, licking your feet and sucking your toes. That sort of thing. I had never experienced it until I started dating him, but I have got into it now. It's so hot getting fucked whilst he is on the floor sucking your toes. It's like sensory overload."

"Steve is that good then?" Vicky asked, her mouth curled into a smirk.

"He is amazing. With that gym-built body as well as being well equipped. He really knows how to throw you around. Does this mean you're interested in finding out just how good he is?"

"I think you've talked me into it Jen." Vicky replied.

"Amazing!" Jen said, leaning in for a hug. "You won't regret it Vicky. I think we'll have a lot of fun! I'll let the guys know and we can book in for our mani pedi at the salon." Jen chirped, removing her phone from her handbag.

The rest of the night went by in a daze for Vicky. She noted Jen striding across the dancefloor to meet Steve and whispering in his ear before the couple turned to smile towards her. She had been worried going into tonight that her friendship with Jen was in tatters but by the end of the night they had agreed to become more intimate than ever before. Yet, Vicky also felt a sense of trepidation. What had she signed up for? She only vaguely remembered the timid guy Jen dated before Steve. Slim built and slightly shorter than her in stature. It seemed to make sense to her that he would be into something kinky. But whilst she giggled at the foot fetish, as all the girls in the friend group had, she had no idea he also fantasized over watching Jen with other guys. More than that, he was now going to experience that fantasy with Jen and another woman.

Yet whatever curiosity she felt for the cuckolding side of the evening was vastly overshadowed by her trepidation of having sex with her best friend's boyfriend. Before her vivid dream, Vicky had only daydreamed about Steve. The dream unlocked new deeper fantasies. Twice since she had the dream, Vicky found herself coaxing herself to bliss at night with her sex toy, imagining Steve thrusting deep inside her, driving her wild whilst Jen looked on with a wicked smile. As the evening drew closer, Vicky's mind raced at how hot it would be, enjoying her best friend's hunky lover whilst her friend encouraged her. The appointment came and went with Jen at their favourite nail salon.

"Do we get anything special?" Vicky asked.

"Go for French tipped. It is his favourite." Jen giggled.

The pedicure was relaxing as the skilled therapist massaged, softened, moisturised and pampered Vicky's feet and toes.

"Happy to take a quick pic? I like to tease him." Jen quietly whispered.

"Of course." Vicky replied.

She watched as Jen snapped a picture of both their freshly pedicured feet and wrote a message. Vicky read what Jen typed, noting reference to how excited they both were for date night and hoped her little cuck was ready to worship 4 sexy feet and 20 tasty toes. The following day, they went shopping and Vicky was struck by the arrangement. She and Jen picked out two sexy strappy dresses and pairs of heels. Jen sent a picture of the receipt to her cuck and within minutes she had a notification from her banking app of money going into her account.

"I can't believe how easily you slipped into this." Vicky said as they sat for coffee.

"I know! I mean, I always had a few things I was into. Never exactly vanilla. But experiencing this for the first time just seemed to unlock something. It just seemed a natural fit."

"Aren't you nervous about Friday? In case it doesn't work the same with me there?"

"Relax Vicky, it's going to be a lot of fun I'm telling you. We're all excited for it. Especially Steve."

"He's really into it?"

"Of course. I mean he has loved having someone there watching us up to now. The power play. It just turns him on so much knowing it is a weaker guy who used to date me but couldn't please me like he does. It will definitely push his buttons knowing he gets to have an audience whilst he enjoys two women."

"But, you enjoy it too?"

"It is so empowering Vicky. You have no idea. Taken by one guy whilst another is made to worship the lowest part of you and watch. It is so exhilarating. I love getting into it and talking down to him, ordering him around. It just comes so naturally now and gets me into a frenzy."

"Do you see me talking to your ex?"

"If you want. You can take my lead. It works for him as much as his watching works for us. The verbal humiliation just sets him off."

"What sort of things do you say?"

"It depends on the moment. But usually involves certain trigger words and phrases. Calling him a cucky, loser, foot perv etc. Saying how he could never please me like Steve does. How he just gets to watch me enjoy a real man whilst sucking my sweaty toes. How he is weaker and less well hung than Steve. That sort of thing."

"And, is he?"

"I mean, he isn't exactly tiny but yeah. Below the belt he just doesn't measure up to Steve."

"And he likes that being pointed out?"

"Like I said. It feeds into the power dynamic. The idea of Steve and I being dominant and superior whilst he is submissive. The foot thing adds to that as well."

"I still find that so interesting too. I mean I've read about guys who are into feet but never actually met one. How did it come up?"

"It didn't take long to come up in fairness. We met on one of the dating apps and did texting for a while before our first date. When it escalated to a bit of sexting he started talking about kissing and licking my body but would always mention my feet and toes. How he wanted to suck on them whilst we had sex, so I had an inkling. I sent him pics of me modelling heels before a night out once and the reaction I got was all I needed to guess what he was into. When I invited him to mine for dinner and a movie for our third date I decided to have some fun. I freshly painted my toes and answered the door barefoot."

"Such a tease Jen!"

"Hey, it worked didn't it? I clocked his glances during the evening whilst we sat on the sofa and by the time we had worked through a bottle of wine he had sneakily started massaging my feet during the movie. Next thing he asked if I was up for some 'experimenting' with a little smirk on his face and I told him to go ahead. Was so funny seeing the way his face went when he first put my feet to his face and sucked my toes. I had honestly never had any guy pay attention to my size 8s before. I felt how hard he got in his jeans instantly. Might have been the wine, but I decided to give him a blowjob and after sniffing and sucking my feet for a few minutes beforehand, let's just say he didn't last very long."

"And you still enjoy it? The foot stuff?"

"More now than I did then. I didn't mind so much him doing it to get himself excited during foreplay or whilst we had sex. But the chemistry just didn't seem to be there. He didn't have the confidence in bed that Steve has. Don't get me wrong he is a really sweet guy but I just felt I wanted something more for a boyfriend. Funny how things go that he wound up back in my life but just in a very different role."

"How did that all come up with Steve?"

"Just one of those things. After Steve and I had been together a few months and we realised how good the chemistry was in bed we started talking a bit more about fantasies and kinks. He asked me what the kinkiest thing I had done was and I mentioned the foot stuff. He laughed at first at how a guy would actually like licking and sniffing feet. Thought it was just a joke thing you hear about in films and TV. Then when I asked him, he talked about being watched. He said he was on a holiday with some mates and picked up this girl at a bar. He and this one friend had a lot to drink and the girl invited them both back to her hotel. Steve thought they would have a threesome but when they got undressed and started, Steve's mate sat in the corner and said he would join in later. For the rest of the time Steve said he had sex with the girl whilst his friend just watched and wanked himself and it honestly made him feel amazing, just having someone watch. From there he asked if I would be up for it."

"What made you decide on your ex?"

"I had to think long and hard about it. I mean who can you trust with that sort of thing? Doing it on a drunken lads holiday as a one night stand is one thing. But finding someone who you can trust to do it with you and your boyfriend is another thing. I weighed it up and thought it needed to be a balance. Not a complete stranger but also not someone in my close friend group who might freak out and end the friendship. I did some research online and the whole cuckolding thing came up. I watched some videos and read some articles and saw examples of guys worshipping a woman's feet and watching whilst she had sex with another guy. That's what put my ex in mind and after talking it over with Steve he was happy for me to approach him. That's when my ex then admitted all his cuckolding fantasies on top of the foot stuff."

"I still can't believe how it worked out. It sounds like your ex really has it bad for your feet though Jen. Just hope he likes mine as much."

"Of course he will! Honestly Vicky it will be so much fun. But we better get moving if we want to get ready in time for the taxi. Are you still happy to make your own way to mine to get ready and then we get the taxi from there?" Jen said, rising and collecting her bags.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'll bring my overnight stuff too."

"Perfect. See you then. So exciting!" Jen said with a smile.

The girls leaned in for a hug then went their separate ways. Vicky returned home and packed an overnight bag, her outfit for the night and some essentials. She felt her heart beating faster than usual as she packed the bag into the car and set off for Jen's place. Tonight was the night. After months of fantasising over Steve and the trepidation from blurting out her desires, she was now on her way to share a night of passion with her close friend and her boyfriend. She wondered too how she would react seeing Jen's ex-boyfriend there too. He had seemed so polite but quiet and reserved from what she could remember. It seemed a lifetime ago meeting him at house parties and nights out. Now she would meet him again under very different circumstances.

The journey went by in a blur and Vicky parked up on the street outside Jen's house. Jen opened the door before she reached it.

"Guess you're still in then?" She said as they hugged.

"Looks like it. Is you know who here?" Vicky inquired.

"Oh no, not yet. He has sorted our taxi and the restaurant booking but he won't be here until later. I leave a key and he lets himself in to wait. He can chill some wine and put on some music for when we get back." Jen replied, leading Vicky into the living room.

Steve was sitting on one of the sofa's with one brawny arm extended across the back.

"Hey there." Steve said warmly, rising from his seat.

Vicky's heart fluttered as Steve leaned in for a hug and kissed her on the cheek.

"Looking forward to tonight?" he asked.

"I think so. Not sure what to expect though."

"A lot of fun I would hope." Jen said wryly. "Though we best get a move on before we miss our taxi." She said, checking her watch.

Jen and Vicky slipped upstairs and made a start getting ready. After an hour or so they had each sorted their hair, makeup and put on their new outfits. Vicky admired them both reflected in the floor length mirror. Jen had her long brunette hair flowing straight past her shoulders. Her athletic figure modelled her new dress perfectly. Vicky enjoyed her new dress too and how it paired with the strappy heels.