Anita sat on the edge of the bench at the end of the aisle, trying on another pair of heels. She admired them in the mirror, analyzing her pantyhosed feet.
We had been shopping for over an hour and this was only the first store we had gone to. Most men would be bored of this but not me. Anita preyed on my nylon fetish viciously, especially in public. She enjoyed seeing me squirm but also enjoyed the looks she got from other men.
Today, she was putting on quite the show by posing her silky feet in and out of different shoes. Even a man without a fetish wouldn't be able to resist staring. In fact, a few men stopped in their tracks just outside the store to catch a glimpse of her sexy legs and feet.
Anita finally understood the effect she had on men. However, she was oblivious to any other men while shoe shopping because she was just as entranced as they were. I couldn't blame her for being so narcissistic. Her seductive feet had made her an internet sensation in less than a year. With multiple accounts across different porn sites, she had amassed thousands of fans and became a household name among the fetish community.
Every Friday night, she (and I) posted a new video for all her fans. We made videos with anything from giantess foot fetishes to food foot fetishes. However, we never strayed far from what had made her so popular in the first place, nylons. This was our bread and butter.
Over the past few months, we had made dozens of nylon fetish videos showing her working her gorgeous feet against my cock. Different camera angles, different scenarios but nothing revolutionary. People didn't flock to her pages because she was creative, they craved her feet because she made love with them. Slow and sensual footjobs all while wrapped the sexiest hosiery were our forte. Who knew that our first video several months ago would've blown up like this.
"Straps, no straps?" She asked as she held out two different pairs of high heels in front me.
I looked at each of the pairs but said nothing. I was daydreaming about the video we had made last week. The one where she fed me whipped cream from her nylon toes. She was wearing some neon pink knee highs so it all seemed extra cheeky to me.
"You're right, no straps." She said without waiting for a response.
She walked back over to the bench and slipped her black wedges back on. She swiftly popped back up and was ready to go.
"Ok, I'm ready!" She said.
After paying for her new shoes and leaving the store, I tried to coax her to the exit of the mall when she spoke up.
"What are you doing? We still have three more stores to go." She asked.
Although I was always in the mood to watch her tease her feet in public, I was ready to go. I had enough of the show and wanted the real thing. I actually had a soft erection already and it was becoming difficult to hide.
"Ugh. Really?" I grunted.
She stomped her heel in the ground like a snotty teenager.
"Ok, alright. You go ahead. Show me the way." I said rolling my eyes.
She pivoted on her heel and started walking to the next shoe store. I sluggishly trailed behind her like most husbands do when they are ready to leave.
Right before she entered the next store, an older man bumped into her from behind. I was still trailing behind her this entire time so I saw it happen but wasn't close enough to do anything. I could tell the man apologized to her immediately but I don't think she realized what actually happened. I was happy that Anita finally realized her seductive powers but unfortunately, she was still naive to the dirty tricks that men do for their own pleasure.
I tried to hurry over to meet her in the next shoe store but before I made it, I noticed the man changed direction and followed her. A second ago, I believed this was a typical drive-by upskirting but it wasn't. This man wanted more.
Plenty of men had hit on her in the past, plenty of men had attempted to lure her away from me before but I had not caught anyone trying to feel her up or sneak pictures under her skirt. My stomach turned. I was turned on seeing her become a piece of meat.
I started having flashbacks from the night we invited her boss over for dinner. The night she crossed the line from simply teasing another man to outright fucking. I remembered him rubbing her nylon clad feet while she laid on the couch next to him. I remembered the smell of his cologne that permeated the living room air. I quickly snapped out of it as Anita walked down the high heel aisle.
I trailed into the store behind this strange man as he stalked my wife. He did his best to act oblivious to her, stopping at a sock display. Anita was clueless. She was hypnotized by a pair of sparkly stilettos she found in the middle of the aisle.
I dazed off again. Memories of the night with her boss kept rushing back to me. Her black stockinged legs over his shoulders, the looks of guilt she gave me while her body heaved each time he thrust into her.
The weeks following the dreadful night with her boss are somewhat of a blur. To this day, she still apologizes for letting things go that far and for behaving like a slut. Her explanation for why she had sex with him was vague. Her best explanation was something about her being used or treated as if she were an object or trash. I can't remember exactly what she said but what I do remember was that she apologized repeatedly for weeks. Deep down, I believed she felt more ashamed than guilty. However, during those few weeks, I feared that I might lose her if I didn't forgive her. Eventually, I gave in and accepted her apology after a month of deliberation. We made up just fine and never really talked about that night since. I did my best to be a little rougher in bed or to be more spontaneous but this was never a kink she was willing to explore any further.
In the aftermath of that night, she had been promoted at work and moved to a different office altogether. I wholehearted believed she was sorry about what happened because she broke ties with basically all the guys at work that were trying to fuck her. She cut communication with her boss too, who now worked in a different office as well.
I came back to reality again when I lost sight of the stranger. I did a quick search of the store and found him just past her on the same aisle. He had his phone out and was doing a terrible job of appearing inconspicuous. She was still oblivious though. I felt I had to do something. I casually walked over to her and spoke softly.
"You remember that video I showed you like a month ago where the guy followed that girl in the grocery store and snapped a pic under her skirt?" I said quietly.
"Haha, uh yea." She said confused.
"Blue ball cap." I said casually.
"Huh?" She replied.
She paused for a second.
"Ohhhh!" She said surprised.
With absolutely no discretion, she turned around sitting on the bench and looked directly at the stranger holding his phone out. I should've given her more details so she wouldn't have turned around so carelessly. She turned around again looking dead at me, eyes wide open.
After being spotted, the stranger appeared to search for a signal with his phone, waving it in the air. Meanwhile, Anita nervously tucked her short dark hair behind her ear and sat there staring at her feet realizing it was the same man who bumped into her earlier. She put the puzzle pieces together.
"He lifted my skirt earlier!" She whispered sternly.
"I know. I saw." I answered.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"I'm telling you now." I said.
"Do you think he knows who I am?" She asked.
"What?! No, of course not. We never show your face in any of the videos. How could he know?" I replied.
She paused.
"I guess you're right." She said.
