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 – 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 – to me, at least – 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.
"Hello…um…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."
As she strode purposefully out of the room, I caught an almost indiscernible wink as she passed me. My heart suddenly raced and I caught my breath. I could hardly contain my excitement.
Time seemed to pass so slowly. The minutes seemed like hours as Jack and I both sat obediently on the sofa and awaited our Mistress' words. We both watched the clock as the second hand slowly crept round and round almost as if measuring our longing. When the call eventually came it was like the joy of being suddenly and unexpectedly released from years of confinement.
"Both of you!" Jenny called down the stairs. "Come up now. I am waiting for you."
I led Jack as we both began the climb up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. I don't think that either of us had dared to breathe for the last few minutes and as we saw Jenny standing in the middle of the room, hands on hips in a dominant pose, we both exhaled sharply.
Jenny's choice of attire was truly magnificent. A figure hugging black top that accentuated every curve of her firm, supple breasts, had replaced the robe. She wore no skirt or pants but had decorated her feet and legs superbly with black pantyhose and shiny black, strappy sandals. She had re-applied her make-up professionally and now looked every bit the powerful Mistress. Quite simply, she was a sight to behold.
"On your knees. Now!" She commanded Jack. I was ordered to sit at her dressing table and watch while my hapless friend instantly obeyed.
"Kiss them." Jenny continued as she placed her feet near my friend's head. "You may worship at your Mistress' feet!"
I looked on as Jack obediently bent his head down and began to run his tongue over my wife's sandals. I could clearly see a prominent bulge in the front of his pants and knew that he was equally as excited as I was. I could hear him whimpering softly as he treasured the dainty toes and ran his tongue lovingly up and over Jenny's stockinged feet. His eyes were tight closed and I guessed that his erection was throbbing painfully inside his suit pants.
My attention quickly returned to my wife as I heard her moan quietly. There is little she likes better than to have a man kiss and adore her feet and it was clear that she was getting as turned on as we were. I watched as she stood with her feet planted a little apart. There was a flash of light coloured skin at her crotch and I suddenly realised that the pantyhose had a split in the gusset. I held my breath in anticipation, as I understood immediately that Jenny was clearly prepared to take this situation to its natural conclusion.
As Jack continued his oral caresses, Jenny's soft moans became louder and more urgent. Her hand dropped to her crotch and I saw her eyes close as a long, slender finger stroked her protruding pussy lips. She was still standing and as she neared her climax I saw her legs begin to tremble as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
As Jenny orgasmed loudly so, in the same instant, Jack groaned pleasurably.