Just a quick note. This story was my first attempt at writing a story a year or so ago. I posted it on another site which some of you probably read. So yeah, I know what you're going to say. Yes, it is my story with a rewrite. The story was ok but was a mechanical disaster the first time. Punctuation, sentence structure, typos, etc... were really bad and it really sucked. Some of you may think it still sucks but believe me, it's much better than my first attempt. I've rewritten a lot of the story and corrected the obvious bad writing but it has the same basic theme. I know I will get the usual BS comments and scores from the cuck trolls but we authors are used to it. So fire away. Those of you who like an erotic love story. Read on.
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Chapter 1
My story begins by describing my wonderful life, married to a wonderful man, and living the dream. Then one day, I woke up and the dream was gone. I found that I was just another woman with desires, faults and just shallow enough to give no thought to consequences. Thus, my fall to Earth.
I'm Deanna Ingram, the 44 years old wife of Robert Ingram or Robbie to those of us who are close to him. We have raised two amazing girls, Jennifer, 21 and Amanda, 23 both in college at Texas A&M. We decided two were enough all those years ago. Robbie had the snip so that we could enjoy our later years without the worry of an "OOPS" moment. I am a marketing executive with a large healthcare system in Texas with a six digit income and I love my work. The job takes me out of town occasionally for seminars, meetings, etc...but I'm home most of the time.
Robbie and I have a beautiful home, nice cars, friends and most everything we could ask for materially. My life is good.
Robbie is a pilot for a major airline on international flights and an Iraq war hero flying C-130 gunships. He flies over the Atlantic three to four days a week so with our jobs and traveling a lot, our sex life seems to have taken a back seat. When we can get together, it's fantastic. It's the quantity that's missing. So as you see, I have a lot of time to myself either at home or on the road...alone. Yes, I get hit on fairly regular but I've never been unfaithful.
Personally, I guess I'm considered attractive, even stunning according to Robbie but he's biased. Don't get me wrong, I'm by no means Miss Universe material but at 44, I think I can still turn some heads in a pencil skirt, blouse and heels. I'm blonde, green eyed, with a good figure and healthy. Robbie says my best feature if he had to say would be my feet and legs. I married a foot lover who has taught me over our twenty-four years that my toes are one of my most erogenous areas. Who would have thought this 6'2" hunk who flew airplanes in the war, blowing up stuff, would love my feet. So in order to keep him satisfied, I keep my hands and feet manicured and pedicured immaculately which produces the best foot and leg massages a girl could ask for when we have time. Yes, my toes wind up in his mouth, delightfully giving each one his undivided attention on a regular basis.
When we are out dining out, I love to I slip my shoe off and tease him under the table with my bare or stocking clad toes caressing his leg or crotch. Like most men, he loves thigh high nylons with a garter belt. It drives him nuts. We barely get back in the car before I have one foot on the dash and the other over the seat and his face is buried in my pussy making me squirt like a fire hose. We've had to clean the seats in my Lexus more than once after our dates. He says I should have been a foot model with what he calls my flawless feet and stair stepped toes.
I have a wide selection of high heel strappy sandals, stillettoes, flats, peep toes, etc...like most women. Shoes of all shapes and types are my thing. I splurged one time and even bought a pair of Jimmy Choo stiletto sandals with a 5 inch heel and just enough strap across my foot to hold it on. Robbie loved them as did many men when we were out on the town. I got ogled a lot when I wore them with seamed stockings. I'm also into anklets, toe rings and have a wide assortment of beautiful silver and gold foot jewelry he's bought for me while in Europe.
The woman I present to my man keeps him ogling at the total package. Generally, life is good but I sometimes feel like something is missing even though most women would consider me very blessed.
It's Monday morning and I know my Robbie is over the Atlantic Ocean, headed for Paris. He tells me that the long flights are getting more boring each trip. He wants to see if he can get on the domestic flight schedule and be home at night. I support him in every way in that endeavor. I want him home at night filling my body with his gorgeous cock.
Chapter 2
I asked my co pilot to take over and knocked on the cabin door letting the flight attendant know I was coming out. I needed to stretch my legs and splash some water on my face. I'm hoping to get on the domestic schedule in the next few months so I can be at home more. I know the Trans Atlantic flights are getting old. The boredom of these flights give me time to think and contemplate the things my stunning wife, Deanna and I could do if I were home more.
I honestly thought I was always I was out of her league but I love her more than humanly possible. Why she chose me I'll never know but I'm glad she did. She's as gorgeous at forty-four as the day we married some 24 years ago. She's a great mom and business woman. Oh! Did I mention stunning. Sex personified doesn't even begin to cover Deanna. The woman has the most beautiful legs and feet I've ever seen and I've seen more than my share of gorgeous legs in my time but hers are the cream of the crop. I've got to stop daydreaming about Deanna's red toes in sheer stockings or my right chair pilot is going to notice the tent in my slacks. Anyway, there's nothing I like more than making love to my wife and sucking her beautiful toes. She knows this too and keeps them like they were going to be on a magazine cover every day.
She loves to drive me crazy with those precious toes after we get back in the car from a dinner date. She knows I've already got a boner from her under the table antics with those feet and toes. She unzips my slacks, takes my cock out, leans against her door and strokes me with them. I've had to walk in the house with cum all over my pants and her toes on numerous occasions. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a date, we've soaked the car seat in the parking lot of Home Depot after buying lawn fertilizer, for God's sake. Those days are few and far between now. She loves going out with a fresh load of cum in her pussy. She says she loves the feel of it inside her and it keeps her aroused the whole time we are out.
It seems our love life has really taken a hit lately even though our little fetishes keep it exciting and different when we have the time to get together. The weekends are taken up by yard work, visiting my girls at school, a golf game when I have time. The "US" time has definitely been lacking when we are home.
I see the runway lights at Degaulle...almost there.
Chapter 3
I walked into the house, just getting in from a seminar in Waco. I slipped off my peep toe heels and sat down wishing Robbie was here with one of those awesome foot massages. I need to go to the office and catch up on phone calls and paperwork. Looking at the clock, he's probably landing in Paris about now. I've had several romantic trips with him over the years to Paris back when...back before jobs and life took their toll on us.
I peeled off my pantyhose and clothes and took a quick shower. As I'm showering, I turned the wand spray directly on my clit which immediately came to attention exposing itself out of its hood.
I thought, "Oh shit. No time for that right now. I'll have time to fantasize about Robbie's gorgeous dick pounding my cervix later." I put on some jeans, a blouse and my silver Gladiator sandals and headed for the office.
It was after 5 pm so there were few employees still in the business office. I walked up to my office and looked at the sign "Deanna Ingram, VP of Marketing" and wondered if it was all worth the headaches and lack of a home life. I rummaged through my mail and turned on my computer. As I was working, I saw a man walk by my office and smile. I returned the smile as is my nature. I didn't recognize him so I stepped into the hall.
"Hi, I'm Deanna Ingram. Can I help you?"
He said, "Yes, I just started here yesterday. I'm an attorney and just joined the legal team. My name is Joseph Smart but Joey will do."
After our introductions, I told him we were glad to have him on the team. He gave me the once over, nothing inappropriate and went back to work. Don't know what it was about Joey but he seemed to have a magnetic air about him. Confident and maybe a little arrogant. Usually not my type but still there was something about him that piqued my interest.
I had stepped back into my office when an e-mail popped up from my best friend, Nancy Flowers asking if I wanted to meet for a drink. I met her at our favorite dive called Fat Jacks. As girlfriends do, we talked about life, love, jobs and everything in between. I mentioned meeting the handsome new lawyer in our building who was probably about 30 years old.
"Nancy, one of those 20 something single ladies in the office will be snatching him up before he can get comfortable in his chair. I didn't see a ring on his finger so I'm assuming he's available."
Nancy looked at me as she really had never heard me talk about any other man than Robbie.
"Girl, you know that's poison. You're not thinking anything are you?"
I said "Lord, NO! Nancy, I've got all the man I can handle licking and sucking my toes now."
We both got a laugh out of it, finished our drinks and went home. I still had Joey on my mind for some reason. Robbie called just as I got home and we chatted for awhile about how we needed to reconnect and do something fun this weekend but it never seems to happen. We said our "love you's" and I went to bed.
As I laid there, my hand wandered to my pussy and my fingers found my swollen clit that I had neglected earlier. Why was i so aroused? I still had my mind on Joey. I can't keep doing this. I massaged my clit for a few minutes when my toes curled and I came so hard I almost passed out squirting on the bed. Dang, I'm gonna have to start putting a towel under my Niagara Falls pussy. Another mess to clean up. I've never cum that quick in my life. Why am I so aroused?
As I'm getting ready for work the next morning, I've chosen my favorite business suit, skirt and blouse, my sheer thigh high nude stockings, my navy blue round toed pumps topped off with a gold anklet. Relax Girls, not for Joey. I wear thigh highs regularly because they are cooler, don't bunch up at the waist, much easier to go pee, let alone the fact that I feel plain sexy in them. I love the sheer nude because they make my legs look bare and my pedicured toes shine through them. The sheerer the better. Makes those that would stare, wonder if they are pantyhose or stockings.
