Ever since Nathan crashed our movie night, he was messaging me everyday, all day. My wife knew something was going on, I was never on my phone this much. When she asked, I hesitated to tell her the truth. We had sex every night since. That was four days ago.
She wanted him again, badly. If only she knew how much he wanted to have her again, and for how long he was requesting. Maybe I'll tell her after our sex session, I told myself night after night. Then I wouldn't.
Today, my phone alerted me of a text in the middle of a staff meeting. I tried to read it discreetly, but I could feel my face get flush and my cock harden in my slacks.
"I got a buddy with a big cock like mine who wants to meet your wife! He loves feet too!" it read.
I didn't respond.
My phone buzzed again shortly after.
"Come on bro! You know she wants more of this big cock! And you know you wanna watch her take it" he text.
"Maybe" I sent back, trying to focus again on the meeting topic.
Luckily the meeting wrapped up a few minutes later and I returned to my office. I made sure to close the door behind me. Immediately checking my missed messages.
"Set us up for this weekend. My buddy said he can hang!"
"We'll take such good care of her!"
"She's gonna go wild with our 2 big dicks! We're gonna wear her out!"
"Come on man! We wanna bukkake her sexy feet!"
My head was spinning and my cock was begging to be released. I decided to call my wife.
"Hey babe," she answered happily.
"Hi beautiful," I responded, "What are you up to?"
"Not much, just some cleaning and re-organizing," she said.
"Sounds fun," I joked.
"Tons," she poked back, "What's up?"
"Um, do we have any plans this weekend?" I asked.
"Not that I can think of. Do you want me to check the calendar?" she answered.
"It's fine, no big deal," I said.
"Well what's up?" she pressed. "Did you want to do something?"
"Sure, yes," I stammered. "Let's talk when I get home."
"Ok," she said. "What time will that be?"
"Soon, just need to finish up a few things and then I'll head home," I replied.
"Sounds good, see you soon," she said, sounding curious.
"See you soon, love you," I said, hanging up the phone.
The next hour at work, I was useless. All I could think about was how I was going to bring up Nathan and his plan with my wife and his buddy. Not that I was worried she would say no, my thought was more selfish. Would she want to still have sex with me tonight? Five in a row would be a record for us.
I finally made the short, fifteen minute drive home. I was a little earlier than expected. I walked in quietly. My wife was nowhere to be found. I went upstairs to drop my bag and change clothes. What a great surprise I found.
My wife was there, laying on our bed. She was wearing her little red teddy again with black stockings. My favorite. Her right ankle crossed over her left, black heels covering her feet. She was also wearing a huge smile on her face.
I dropped my bag in the doorway, drawing a little laugh from her. I was speechless.
"The kids are gone for the night," she said, "I thought you would like this."
"I do," I mumbled, "I like it a lot."
"Why don't you take my heels off for me," she suggested.
I made my way to the bed quickly, sitting down. I was facing my wife. I reached for her right heel first. I popped her heel free before slowly removing it fully. Then her left heel was done the same.
"Hold them up and have a look," she teased.
My wife knew my cryptonite, her soles. In stockings, it multiplied it by a thousand.
I lifted both feet until her little size six soles were staring me in the face. Just then, she curled her toes.
"Like the color?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"I love the white polish," I responded.
"I had a little down time today and wanted to surprise you," she told me.
"They look beautiful, just like you," I gushed.
I planted both of her feet on my face. Her smell was intoxicating.
"I wore them all day, waiting for you," she said softly.
"Mmm," was all I could manage.
"I know how you like to smell them first," she continued.
"They smell amazing!" I answered.
They did. Not a stink, but a perfect mix of her leather heel, some lotion, and her natural scent. I swear my wife could wear socks, shoes, stockings or heels for days on end, and they wouldn't smell bad.
I mixed in light kisses all over each sole until I felt I covered every inch twice. Then I zeroed in on her lovely toes. Her big toe just barely longer than the second. Her third and fourth toes were just about the same length. Her baby toe, smaller, and slightly turned in.
They tasted incredible. My breathing began to quicken.
"Take your time and enjoy them," my wife said, " We have all night."
As I continued sucking each and every stocking-covered toe, I noticed my wife slipped her right hand down towards the crotch of her teddy. She teased her clit while watching me.
Seeing this really turned me on. I held both of her feet up with my left hand while I removed my belt, then my pants with my right. Finally, my boxer briefs were off and my rock-hard cock was freed. I was already leaking precum.
My wife noticed. She dabbed my cockhead with her right finger and tasted it. She dabbed a second time, but then placed her finger on her pussy.
I lowered both feet to my cock, placing one on each side. Her little stockinged feet felt great. My hips instinctively began to thrust forward and back. Her arches were sandwiched around my cock. She flexed and curled her toes, knowing it was driving me crazy.
She now had her finger inside her pussy.
"Fuck my feet baby," she cooed, "I know it's your favorite."
Again I moaned, "Mmm," as I stared down.
It didn't take long at all to feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I tried to slow my thrusts but it was too late. Three more pumps and my cock was erupting a big load of cum onto her black stocking-covered feet.
"Oh wow, already?" she questioned me as I came.
"Mm, yea," I mustered.
As I finished cumming, I felt pang of disappointment in myself. My wife was thoughtful enough to get all dressed up in my favorite things to celebrate our record night, and here I lost it on her feet within the first ten minutes.
She slowly stopped playing with her pussy.
"I'm sorry," I apologized.
"It's OK," she sounded mildly disheartened.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready again soon," I tried to assure her.
"We'll see," she responded, "I know it's not easy for you anymore."
I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. When I returned to the bedroom, my wife had turned on the TV. I walked to her side of the bed and began to clean her cum covered feet. I slid the stockings off her slowly, then wiped her bare feet clean as well.
