As I sat in the corner of the dark bar, I looked over the rim of my half empty beer glass at my colleague and best friend, Jack Richards. My eyes fixed him with a steely gaze while my brain assimilated the information that he had just imparted. It was more of a confession really β the sort that only two good friends can share and then only after several glasses of beer! But, far from ridiculing him or showing any form of distaste or revulsion, my mind was telling me that I had found a kindred spirit.
"Well, Jack," I started, "You're certainly not the only man in the world who has an attraction to the female foot. There must be thousands of us out there."
Jack's eyes rose from where he had been staring diffidently into his glass and held my attention. For a long moment there was a sullen, awkward silence between us.
"Us?" He said simply.
It was clearly time for my confession as well. I told him all about how I had always had (and still have) a fixation for women's feet and toes. I explained how I felt about a high arch and how a set of neatly painted toenails would turn me on every time.
"Christ, Mike," Jack exclaimed. "That's exactly how I feel! It's been driving me almost insane. Nearly every woman I meet seems to think I'm some sort of pervert!"
After assuring my friend that his sexual preferences were not in the least perverted β to me, at least β and that I was firmly on his side, the conversation settled down a little. We talked endlessly about the advantages of stockings and pantyhose, the attraction of a well-turned ankle and the delights in caressing the soft skin of painted toes and slender, muscular calves. I think that Jack was getting as worked up as I was before I blurted out the words that were aching to escape my lips.
"Of course, I suppose I'm very lucky." I said. "Jenny has really pretty feet and toes. And she likes to dominate. I love that!"
"Oh Christ, Mike, I know!" I've seen he padding around in bare feet. Sorry, but I just get an immediate hard-on when ever I see her!"
I laughed and assured my friend that his apology was completely unnecessary. I'd had no idea that the sight of my young wife's sexy feet and legs had such an effect on him, but I was more than happy that they did. Sometimes I will rue speaking without thinking first but in this case I knew that there was no way I was going to regret what I was now about to say.
"So why not come back with me now?" I said. The words were almost gushing from my babbling lips and my heart was beating a wild tattoo against my rib cage. "I know that Jenny will be only too happy to entertain another 'foot man'".
Jack fixed me again with an incredulous stare. It was true that I had felt sorry for him in that he hadn't managed to find a woman who felt the same as he did and was willing to entertain his fantasy, but, moreover, I was being a little selfish. Whilst it was Jack's fantasy to be teased by a sexy woman's feet and toes, it was mine to watch my wife do exactly that with another man. It seemed a perfect arrangement to me and I smiled at him and nodded to indicate that I was indeed very, very serious.
As Jack and I entered my house about twenty minutes later, we found my wife, Jenny curled up on the sofa and idly watching TV.
"Helloβ¦umβ¦Mistress." I said slowly as Jack and I stood respectfully in the lounge doorway. I knew that using the term Mistress would put Jenny straight into character and I felt sure that Jack being with me would not deter her at all. I watched her facial expression change slowly from a radiant smile into cool, controlled nonchalance. My Mistress was with me!
"Yes?" She asked indifferently as she turned back to the television.
I swallowed deeply and began to play along.
"I have brought a friend home with me. I hope that Mistress does not mind?"
All at once, Jenny rose from the sofa. Pulling the towelling gown that she was wearing tightly around her she knotted the belt vigorously.
"I am not dressed to receive guests." She barked. "You should have asked me first."
Both Jack and I mumbled subservient apologies. I was delighted to hear that my friend was joining in as well.
"Stay here." Jenny continued. "I will change my clothes and call you both when I am ready."