This story contains foot worship that you may not enjoy reading about. If so, please listen to the authority figure watching this story develop telling you, "Move on! Nothing to see here! Just move on!" Thank you!
But, if you do choose to read this, please let me know what you think of it in a public comment (preferably) or in a private message to me. Again, thank you for reading and (I hope!) commenting.
Part One - The Bet
First, a little important information to help you appreciate what occurred:
I'm Dan, and I'm married to Pam. You can learn about our ages, lifestyle, and physical characteristics by reading the first few paragraphs of my story
Farmers Market
(although I hope you choose to read it all if you haven't done so or if you wish to refresh your memory).
I'm a normal man in that I love women and I love sex. I love all what I guess you could call the "usual" or "normal" attributes most straight or bisexual men like about women. I like her nice pair of legs, her tits and nipples, her ass, and her pussy. I love to fondle, kiss, lick, and suck all those body parts. But I also like more! I have a great affinity for a lovely pair of feet and toes and love to fondle, kiss, lick, and suck them too!
So, it is not surprising that, when I saw the author's name, silkstockinglover, at this site I would go check out her biography here. And I did so. And there I saw the picture Jasmine Walker had posted of herself. For a foot guy like me, it was arousing to peer at that photo and become excited. If you have not seen that photo, please go look at it. See the young, slim, attractive lady with her stocking-clad beautiful legs, feet, and toes on display! I was smitten! I read what her bio revealed and started reading some of her work. I was (and still am) impressed!
I commented on several of Jasmine's stories and, in my comments, unabashedly declared my desire to have the privilege of enjoying those enticing legs, feet, and toes. My comments, however, did not result in any reaction or response from Jasmine. So, finally, I decided to send her a private message from her home page. I told her how much I loved her stories and also expressed my carnal desires for her feet and toes. That worked. Jasmine sent me a reply.
We then continued occasionally messaging each other. We didn't write daily but often enough that, when the recently concluded Winter Olympic Games were to start, I (knowing from her bio that she is Canadian) asked her if she would like to make a bet on what was sure to be a Canada vs. USA gold medal game in women's ice hockey. She agreed to do so, and we wagered $100 on the game. However, when the USA just squeaked by Finland and then lost to Canada in the preliminary round robin phase, she started mocking our ladies and saying the USA had no chance! Jasmine continued to provoke me until I said we should up our bet. She asked how much? $200? $500? $1,000?
I replied, "How about we make it much more interesting? How about we keep the cash bet at $100 but add a more personal aspect to the wager?"
She sent, "What do you have in mind?"
I suggested (knowing from her stories that she liked to be dominant in some relationships) that, if Canada won, I would travel to her home town in Canada and let her dominate me - tie me up and use me, even peg me! If the USA won, however, she would have to travel to my town, Concord, NH, USA, and let me enjoy her legs, feet, and toes and her entire body - that she would let me have what I had so long lusted for! I knew Jasmine was married and thought she wouldn't agree to that. To my surprise (and recent delight), however, she did agree!
I admit I was mentally making plans to make the long trip to meet Jasmine in Canada when Canada was clinging to a 2 to 1 lead, and time was running out in the third period of the gold medal game. But, of course, as we all now know, the USA ladies tied the score at 2-2 late in the game, played a scoreless overtime twenty minutes, and then won the shootout when the USA goalie stopped Canada's last shot! I'm sure it was a heartfelt victory for many of us here in the States. I, however, was feeling it more in my pubic area with dreams of slaking my lust with Ms. Jasmine Walker!
Part Two - The Payoff
Last weekend I got a call from Jasmine. She was at the Holiday Inn here in Concord with my $100 in U.S. currency and ready to payoff the rest of the bet. I then told my wife, Pam, what had happened and where I would be spending (in more than one meaning of that word!) my Saturday evening and Sunday. Once she got over her anger of me risking having to outlay such a large amount of cash for a trip to Canada and hotel accommodations and scolding me for keeping the bet and its details a secret and moaning about what it would have cost had I lost, she calmed down, took note of Jasmine's room number where I would be, and started loudly thinking of how she might spend her weekend without me. (In the event you may not have read
Farmers Market
, I'll tell you that Pam and I have an open marriage and a good number of both joint and individual playmates.) However, no matter how I felt about any of the people she contemplated entertaining for the time while I was out, nothing could dissuade me from reveling in the thoughts of how I would have Jasmine!
So, a little after 2 in the afternoon, I hopped into my Prius and took the 10 minute drive over to the Holiday Inn. I parked and locked my car and made my way to Jasmine's room.
I knocked on the door. She came to answer it and let me in. She has dark hair cut somewhat short leaving her neck exposed and is about 5'6" tall and slim and trim as in her photo.
I had mentally visualized Jasmine as being nude, but she was actually nicely dressed. And quite sexily too! She had on a light cashmere sweater (with no bra I guessed judging from the pokies that greeted my eyes) a flared skirt that ended just before her knees, nylons and a pair of slingback heels with a clear narrow silicone band across her instep and a thin strap just above her ankle and a pair of sheer nylons that let me see her bright red painted toes. She had diamond stud earrings in her ears and a gold necklace and her gold wedding band on her left hand.
I said, "You look very beautiful."
"Thank you! You look very casual with your sweater, bluejeans, and athletic shoes."
I reached out to take Jasmine in my arms to give her a gentle kiss. She, however, had a different idea; and we engaged in some tongue tangling tonsil hockey that had my bluejeans tented and my erection pressed against her.