My wife and I live in a small, suburban community, and it's hard to find really good friends unless you're in the same PTA or country club. Our best friends were our neighbors, who lived across the street. We liked them a lot, and we often spent many weekend nights having impromptu wine tastings. Ben was a large, black man -- a former pro football player who became a metropolitan cop. Dara was a thin Latina from New York who did health care work. They were a fun, friendly couple. We had a lot in common.
I admit, I had a thing for Dara. Ben had a thing for my wife, Dee, a woman of hearty German stock -- a blonde with big breasts, nice legs and cute feet. Definitely a physical difference from Dara, but they were as close as sisters. I always wanted to create a situation where Ben and I could swap wives for an evening. I think Dee would like Ben physically. He's a big man, in every dimension that I could see, and Dee could easily accommodate him. I am built like a linebacker, but I am not equally gifted below the equator. I know what to do with it, but no woman has ever come away with that full, overwhelmed feeling ... including Dee.
That's fine, because I have a foot fetish, and Dee loves attention to her feet. Lots of our lovemaking sessions end with her and I mutually masturbating while I rub her feet and suck her cute toes. She gets off on it, as do I.
Actually, I know Ben has a foot kink, too. Forgive this brief tangent, but this detour shows you the extent of our interest in each other's wife.
On one previous wine tasting at their place, Dara disclosed that her husband has a fantasy of being with my wife. I laughed, as I was more turned on than threatened.
Dara said she wouldn't mind if Dee wanted to give him a test drive. Dee declined, but I told her I was OK if she wanted to let him have some fun. She said no, but added that it didn't matter because he was going to jack off to her later anyway, because Dara confessed that she has helped him get off to pictures and thoughts of Dee. I told her I was OK with that, and if she ever wanted to help make his fantasy come true, she should go for it. In return, I confessed that I have jerked off to Dara's pictures on Facebook once or twice.
Dara told Dee that Ben has a foot fetish, and Dee shared that I do, too. Dara has caught him staring at Dee's pretty feet more than once. During one gathering at their house, Dee kicked off her sandals and padded barefoot around their house. Ben was a very happy man, seeing her bare feet.
When it was time to go, Dee was a little tipsy and couldn't find her sandals, so she decided to just walk home across the street without her shoes. The next day, I went to retrieve her shoes, as a favor for my wife, and they were given back to me, covered in dried streaks of cum. Clearly, Ben had some fun with her shoes earlier that morning or the previous night. I smiled when I saw. I've done the same thing with women's sexy shoes, and I recognize dried cum when I see it. I love it when opportunities present themselves, especially when it's someone you get hard for.
Ben answered the door and let me in to get Dee's sandals, at which time I disclosed that I loved seeing Dee wearing them. He told me Dara had a similar pair in a different color, and that Dee should try them. He went to his wife's closet and pulled them out, for me to take home -- ostensibly for Dee, but I think it was an unspoken return-the-favor kind of thing, because the shoes weren't really similar at all. However, they were worn regularly, which is a huge turn-on for fetishists like us. When I got home -- Dee was at work, still -- I got down to business and streaked them with my own jizz. Twice.
