Jackie and Diana were switching it up tonight. Usually they would have gone to their favorite bar for Friday night happy hour, but both had experienced a particularly stressful week, the kind of week that made wading through crowds of drunken college students seem intolerable. Instead, they grabbed a few bottles of wine from the store, deciding to unwind at Diana's place. They would be commandeering the living room tonight, while Diana's boyfriend, Mark, was banished to watch the rest of his game upstairs.
They were quickly finishing off their first bottle of red wine, both women were more drunk than usual, when Jackie pouted at her feet.
"I need to get these girls done for Devon soon," she said, faintly slurring.
Devon was Jackie's husband. That she would have to get a pedicure for her husband's benefit piqued Diana's interest and she asked why. Jackie plainly explained that her husband was sexually attracted to her feet.
"He is not," Diana said incredulously.
"He is!" Jackie replied, cackling with laughter, "Or, we are. He likes it and honestly, girl, so do I."
They had met five years ago when Diana started her first job out of college with Jackie's marketing group. Jackie was Diana's boss and led a network of teams that handled the bulk of the group's clients. She was a successful, capable, and confident black woman in a director's position at a major marketing firm--Diana found her utterly inspiring.
Jackie's leadership style was demanding and concise. She used few pleasantries, more willing to dish out critiques than compliments, and never sugarcoated her opinions of Diana's work. Diana worked tirelessly to contribute meaningful work to the team and gain Jackie's approval. Though rarely given, Diana coveted any praise she could get from Jackie. It eased her insecurity from Jackie's scrutiny and reinforced that she was adept at her job. Diana would come to respect Jackie's methods and was proud to have her as a mentor.
Within a year of working for the firm, Diana was promoted into another department at Jackie's recommendation, and within another year, she left the company entirely. They had remained in contact and grew even closer after she left. It started with the occasional coffee date to catch up. That naturally evolved to include regular texts and calls until they were eventually grabbing drinks together every Friday. In time, Jackie's workplace coolness melted into personable kindness, overflowing with humor and fun. She was an entirely different person outside the office and Diana loved it. They had become friends. True friends.
"Oh god," Diana continued, "so like, an actual foot fetish? What is it about feet that could possibly be sexy?"
"Everything I guess. They can be sexy. Or my feet are anyway" Jackie chuckled, "He sucks on my toes sometimes when we have sex. It tickles, but in a good way. It's more like... a mood enhancer than a pleasure spot. It gets me there."
"Well, I think they're gross," Diana said, unable to stop laughing at the thought of Devon sucking Jackie's feet.
They had never discussed sex this openly before. So far they would only allude to sex or acknowledge when they had it. This level of frankness was new territory in their friendship.
"Oh, you'd be surprised. I bet you'd change your mind if you tried it. Hell, I bet Mark likes feet too."
Diana hadn't considered this before. "Do you think?"
"I think most men do a little bit."
"Really?"
"Sure, a few of the guys I've slept with like them. It's made me feel sexy about my own. I didn't think much of them when I first started seeing Devon, but I like them now."
Jackie said this while flexing her bare foot over the coffee table. Diana had never appreciated feet before. Looking at Jackie's, she could see how they were a little attractive. Her feet were certainly cute. They were blemish free and smooth. The nails were professionally painted a vibrant pink which contrasted beautifully against her dark skin. Her toes were adorably bubbly. Diana was imagining men plucking at them like grapes from a vine when she had realized something.
"Wait," She said, her voice a mixture of laughter and curiosity, "Other guys.. You mean you've had sex with multiple men that like feet? You said you didn't appreciate your feet until Devon. So you were just putting up with a bunch of foot pervs until Devon came along?"
"Diana, you are way too curious for your own good," Jackie replied, now laughing herself and shaking her head. Then she gave a sly smile of faux-guilt, "But I didn't say I met them before Devon."
Diana stopped laughing. She was stunned by Jackie's response. Was her friend and mentor confessing to cheating on her husband? The thought of it made her stomach turn, but there was another unexpected fleeting sensation--a brief pulse in her pussy. Was that weird?
"Oh, Jackie, no," she said cautiously, "There are other guys? Does Devon know? Is this like cheating or are-"
"No, girl," Jackie smiled, "Nothing like that. Devon and I allow ourselves the freedom to... explore sex outside our relationship from time to time."
Diana was floored. This was further stunning information and it fascinated her. Her and Mark had previously broached this subject themselves. They had discussed having a threesome somewhere down the line. It was a relationship bucket list, though Caitlin was unsure if they would ever be able to follow through with it. She was worried she'd be painfully jealous if she had to watch Mark have sex with someone else. On the other hand, she was titillated with the prospect of finally having sex with a woman. Diana had always considered herself a little bi, but so far her bisexuality was limited to porn, drunkenly kissing girls, and her wildest fantasies.
Despite her reluctance, Diana wasn't a prude. Once, she had jerked off Mark in the back of a cab until he came in his pants. Sometimes when they went out, she would make out with a woman at the bar while Mark watched, then they'd talk about it at home while they fucked. She even had sex in the same bed as a girl friend after a night of partying in college. It was her friend's idea. They had remained with their respective partners and the two girls kissed while their boyfriends fucked them in the missionary position. The boys did their best to sync up, and both climaxed at the same time, firing their loads over the girls' bodies. It was the wildest thing she had ever done. She loved this last story in particular and would casually bring it up with trusted company to revel in their surprise.
People often assumed Diana was a normal innocent girl, sweet and a little shy, incapable of anything lascivious. Her appearance added to this perception. She dressed modestly, always opting for outfits that, more often than not, concealed her petite figure, even outside of work. Her breasts and ass were small and perky, cute, but she was far from being a voluptuous sex goddess. Altogether, she was beautiful, with pale skin, freckles, and a comely smile.
"How do you not get jealous?" She asked. "I mean I've had group sex next to another couple, but never with another person. I'm worried I'd get too jealous."
She wondered if this sounded stupid to Jackie, like the petty fears of a teenager. Jackie was in her mid-30's, roughly ten years older than Diana. This age difference always made Diana self-conscious of her lack of life experience. She tried not to remind Jackie of it whenever possible.
"Wow, Diana, you are bad! I never would have guessed!" Jackie said, giggling as she gently touched Diana's shoulder and took another sip of wine. "Well, jealousy is sort of the fun part. Really, sometimes it does make you jealous. Other times it's just hot and jealousy doesn't even cross your mind. It's freeing to experience someone wanting your partner and knowing someone else wants you. That you can want a man and take him, and well... it's not just men either."
"Stop. You're kidding."
"Hey, I've been known to dabble in the kitty from time to time, okay."
They both laughed. Diana almost couldn't believe it. Her friend and former boss was a sex freak. Her and her husband would fuck other people together, and not just that, she was apparently bi too. It was a lot to take in so suddenly.
The more Diana considered it though, the more it made sense. Jackie was fierce, charismatic, and had an amazing body. She wasn't thin like Diana, in fact, she was a little on the chubby side. The weight suited her. She had the figure of a woman who both exercised and embraced the pleasures of food and drink. She was buxom, with large breasts and an ass one could only get from good genetics and consistent gym time. It must have been hard to confine a woman like that into one sexual relationship.
It was amazing how a little information had drastically changed Diana's perception of her friend. Being bi-curious, she had developed a girl-crush on Jackie when she had first started at the firm, but her crush was innocent, stemming solely from an appreciation of her beauty and an admiration of her work ethic. Something about tonight was different though. This sexual insight into Jackie's life had inflamed a dormant fancy of Diane's. The innocent girl-crush had become sincere; now she was feeling shy around Jackie, aroused by her, maybe even desirous of her.
Diana suddenly noticed how low Jackie's top was compared to what she wore around the office. How much it accentuated her expansive cleavage protruding from her top. Her breasts were usually suppressed with office appropriate layers. Now they were free from the blazer and bouncing as she was doubled over with laughter. Diana had a sudden longing to see those breasts.
Jackie leaned her face closer to Diana's. "Diana," she said playfully, "are you staring at my tits?"
Diana froze in embarrassment and shifted her gaze to Jackie's eyes. She was surprised to see they had a new gleam in them. Her demeanor was also different, somehow heavier than usual. There was a stillness in the room now. A latent energy surged between them waiting to explode. They shattered the moment simultaneously as they both burst into laughter and sank to the floor.
They were lying side by side on the carpet together. Jackie reached out and held Diana's hand. Diana's heart started to beat faster and she felt dizzy. She didn't know if this was from her drunkenness or arousal. She realized she was the wettest she had been in a long time.
Unable to stop thinking about it, realizing this might be her only chance, Diana broached the subject again.
"You know what, I would consider doing that. Sleeping with other people. We want to have a threesome eventually, I'm just so shy. I don't think I could initiate something like that. I'm not like you."
"Shit, what do you mean, not like me?" Jackie cackled, "I do what I want. You could too. You seem interested. Just do it."
"No, shut up. I just mean you're so confident and cool and decisive about all this stuff. I've been with Mark for years, and we've talked about it. It just doesn't ever go anywhere. I think it makes us both nervous, so we just play with it as fantasy."
"Girl, you just gotta do it. Like leaping into the deep end. We started with a dating app. It was easy. Now we have couples we meet up with once in a while, or sometimes we'll hook up with people separately when we're traveling for work. There's even parties. Those get fucking wild."
