Wife Goes to a Wedding

It was an odd question to ask someone considered to be your best friend, or maybe I was reading it wrong since it was a text message....

The message, waking me from my sleep read, "I know this might sound weird, but can I use your wife to go to a wedding with me next Saturday?"

Where do I even begin to respond?

This text coming from my best friend Dan, who I've known for over 20 years, on a Friday night at 11:30pm. Clearly, Dan was out drinking again. See, here's the thing about him. Dan recently broke up with his girlfriend of 3 years about a month ago and has been out partying it up ever since.

I've been happily married to my wife for 14 years now, and we dated for 3 years before that. Dan actually knew my wife before me and was in our wedding on that beautiful, memorable day. Why on Earth would he ask me such a crazy question?

My mind raced at the thought of what he had planned. Those thoughts were quickly interrupted with another text from Dan, "It's a wedding for my friend Steve from work. I got the invite 6 months ago and already RSVP'd for me and a guest. Megan was supposed to go with me but obviously you know we're not together anymore! I just don't want to go alone with all my co-workers there."

Part of me felt bad for Dan. He's been an absolute great friend and he was always there for me when I needed him. I thought this last girlfriend was finally the one for him. And being honest, I was shocked to find out HE broke it off with her! I was starting to come to terms and accepting his request, but there was no way my wife would agree. She's always had a good friendship with Dan and never had a bad thing to say about him, but this was such an odd predicament.

I responded, "Let me sleep on it and I'll let you know tomorrow."

No way would I wake my wife now and talk to her about it.

"OK, thanks man, means a lot to me!" Dan texted back.

Saturday morning had arrived and I was awake first. I double checked my phone, making sure it wasn't a dream and there it was again. The message just staring at me. I quietly got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, phone in hand. I started some coffee for myself and my wife, knowing she would be up soon.

I stared at the text and again my mind started racing with all the what-ifs and doubts. Everything in my mind was telling me "no way," but I noticed something unusual....I looked down and my cock was hard. What the hell is wrong with you, I asked myself under my breath.

Before I could react, I heard the soft voice of my wife, "someone looks like they're in a good mood today."

Shit!

"Good morning hun, how did you sleep?" I asked.

"Apparently not as good as you!" She responded.

Great, I thought, she wasn't going to let this go. "Ready for some coffee?" I asked, trying to get her attention to anything else.

"That would be great, but what should we do about that?" she asked, pointing at my hard-on.

With that, I stepped towards my wife and quickly lifted her oversized shirt hanging past her hips up over her head. I pushed her back up against the kitchen island, lifting her slightly. I kissed her deeply, pulling my boxers down. It was a pleasant surprise to see she was not wearing any underwear.

I pushed myself forward, sliding my cock into her easily. She seemed more wet than normal. She let out a low groan as I pushed the full length of my cock inside. I bottomed out my cock and held still. After a few seconds of just enjoying being inside her, I backed out and started pumping. My wife wrapped her arms around me and buried her head into my shoulder. Little whimpers coming from her.

I was pumping as fast and as hard as I could and it didn't take long for me to get that familiar tingly feeling in my balls. I kept pumping and buried my cock, all 5", deep into my wife as I started to cum. This drives my wife nuts, she absolutely loves the feeling of my cock cumming inside her. She started to jerk back and forth on my cock while I tried to stay as deep inside her as I could. Finally, we were both spent.

I pulled out and walked over to get my wife a hand towel. Handing it to her, she lowered it to her pussy, catching the cum gushing out from inside. I was catching my breath, when she asked, "so what got you so horny this morning?"

"Not sure, guess it's just been a while," I mumbled.

"Hmm ok, nothing on your phone you were looking at? Were you watching porn again?" She pressed on.

"No! I wasn't looking at any porn!"

"It's OK babe, settle down. I was just giving you a hard time," she said.

"Sorry, didn't mean to get worked up. I've just had some stuff on my mind lately..." I trailed off.

"Like what? Maybe I can help."

"I'm not sure about that, plus it's kind of really an odd thing," I said.

"Oh please," she replied.

Wanting to change the topic, I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the eggs and milk. "Hungry?" I asked.

"Sure," she answered.

With that, she left to hop in the shower and I let out a huge exhale. I finished making breakfast for both of us, I could hear the shower still running. I walked down the hall and let her know it was ready and she said she would be right out.

I sat at the island with my plate and started to eat, still naked. My phone buzzed so I looked. Another text from Dan that read, "Sorry to be such a pest, but any word on the wedding?"

I still do not understand why, but after I read the text, my cock sprang back to life! I must have been so entranced in the text that my wife now walked into the kitchen from her shower and caught me looking at my phone with a hard-on for the second time this morning!

This time she didn't even ask what I was looking at, instead, she grabbed the phone from my hand to look herself.

She started scrolling up and reading the texts out loud.

Her first question was, "Is he serious??" Followed shortly by, "Why are you hard again?"

All I could do was stutter. "Yes, no....wait, what?"

I started over. "I'm pretty sure Dan is serious. I don't know why I'm hard again."

She responded, "Next Saturday? What do we have going on? Anything?"

"Are you actually considering going to a wedding with Dan without me?" I asked.

"We haven't been to a wedding in years. All our friends have been married. You know how much I like going to weddings and it sounds like Dan is pretty desperate," she stated.

"Yea, but..." I spouted.

"So an innocent night with Dan to help him through this little rough patch won't hurt anyone. It's not like we're hooking up," she said matter of factly.

"I know that, it's just.....weird to me he would even ask."

"Babe, you have nothing to worry about. If anything I'll get a nice buzz and you'll get the benefits when I get back home!" She said with a smile.

"Text Dan back and let him know I will help him out," she requested. She then sat down and started to eat her breakfast.

I texted back Dan. "She said she will go."

Almost immediately I got a text back.

"Oh hell yeah! Tell her I said thanks! And thanks to you too man, no idea how much I appreciate it!"

"NP" was all I could muster in response, my head still spinning.

It seemed as though time flew after the response. It felt like I blinked and it was Thursday already. Everything leading up to tonight has been surprisingly normal, in fact, we never even spoke about the wedding until this night. After a nice dinner with a few glasses of wine, my wife decided she needed to go shopping. When I asked her what for, she responded maybe a new dress or some new shoes for the wedding.

"Do you want me to go with you?" I asked.

"Only if you want to, otherwise I shouldn't be too long," she said.

I decided to stay home and watch my local baseball team. She was gone for about an hour and a half and when she got home, she seemed to be in a good mood. She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, carrying her bag to the bedroom. I didn't bother asking her what she bought, figuring I'd see it sooner than later.

Sooner came real soon, when about 10 minutes later my wife walked out and "modeled" her outfit for me. My jaw about dropped.

My wife is normally 5'0" tall and weighs 110lbs dripping wet. She has nice handful size 34B breasts, her ass has a nice curve and her legs are nice and toned. Tonight, with her new heels on, she was standing about 5'5", and wow were they sexy! Her dress was a dark gray color, it had one shoulder strap, leaving the other shoulder bare. It looked to be a nice cotton fabric and went down to just above her knees. When she spun around, I noticed a small slit at the bottom of the back of the dress. Her upper back was also bare.

I watched her spin around and she had a huge smile. I couldn't help but steal a few more looks at her feet in those heels. You see, I have a huge foot fetish and the bulge in my pants was starting to respond. My wife noticed and rolled her eyes. She then told me she called and made an appointment to have her nails done tomorrow. I thought for sure I would get lucky Friday night!

However, this was not the case. Naturally I ran late at work Friday and didn't get home until 6:00pm. She had already eaten and was having a glass of wine when I walked in. She kindly re-heated my food and served it to me with a cold beer. It was a nice quiet meal after a hectic day at work. We settled in on the couch together and started a movie. About an hour into the movie, we were both dozing off.

Then my phone buzzed. Guess who? It was Dan.

"Hey, please tell your wife I'll be there about 2:00 to pick her up. Ceremony is at 3:00, then dinner at 5:30."

"OK, see you tomorrow," I replied.

My wife, half-awake, asked who it was. I informed her Dan, and that he would pick her up around 2:00. She nodded OK, and then said we should go to bed. I agreed and followed her to our bedroom. It didn't take long to fall asleep. I tossed and turned all night.

It seemed like a normal, slow-paced Saturday for me. For my wife, she was busy getting ready for the wedding. I anxiously paced in the living room and kitchen watching the clock, knowing Dan would be here soon. Finally my wife popped out and she looked absolutely gorgeous. She wore more makeup than normal and when I tell you she doesn't need it to look beautiful, I mean it.

She walked out carrying her small handbag and her new heels. She asked me how she looked, but I didn't need to answer. I think the erection in my shorts spoke for itself. She sat on the couch and asked me if I could give her a hand. Of course. I walked over and she asked if I would like to help her put her new heels on. I happily obliged and quickly knelt before her. It wasn't until then, I noticed she was wearing nude colored stockings.

When I hesitated with her right heel, she knew I noticed. She gave me a little giggle then flexed her toes for me, asking me if they look alright. I must admit, I think her feet could make any guy without a foot fetish excited. Her toes were painted bright white and they looked incredible peeking through the nylon fabric. The doorbell rang, damn it! I hurriedly got both of her heels on and went to get the door, hoping my hard-on wouldn't be noticed.

I let Dan in and he greeted me with a huge hug and kiss on the cheek. This guy's charm is great, he really is such a good friend.

We shot the shit for a few minutes when my wife interrupted us. She asked Dan if they should get going and he quickly answered yes. I did notice Dan was wearing some really nice black dress pants with a light gray long sleeve dress shirt, no tie. He must have lost a little weight after his breakup.

Dan extended his arm and my wife laughed as she wrapped her arm around his, escorting her out to his car. Before she walked out, she turned and gave me a kiss telling me she loved me. She said they wouldn't be out too late. I watched from the window as Dan opened the car door for her and let her in. What a gentleman.

I decided to go to the local sports bar to relax and have a bite to eat. I ordered some wings and a beer. This was nice, there were enough sports on the TV's to keep my mind distracted. I paid my bill and drove home. It was now 4:30.

It took all my might, not to text my wife and see how she was doing. She must have felt the same because just as I set my phone down, it buzzed.

"Hey babe, the ceremony was really nice. Reminded me of our big day! Dan is really grateful I came with him, seems the breakup was rough on him."

"That's great, glad you enjoyed it. And yea, I'm sure it wasn't easy for him. Guy can't seem to catch a break!" I said.

"Going to get some drinks, dinner is almost ready. See you soon xo."

I responded, "OK, have fun xo."

I started to watch a movie that I recorded earlier in the week, and decided to have another beer. Great movie, ended up drinking 2 more beers. I felt a little buzz, but I was holding strong. I checked my phone and it was 7:30.

It buzzed again....

"Dinner was delicious. I had the filet and Dan had the chicken. This open bar might be a bad idea! Lol"

"Sounds good, I had wings and a few beers! Haha."

"See you soon babe, Dan is asking me to dance!!"

"See you soon," my message read but I knew she was no longer looking.

I started to feel a little jealous but that thought quickly left my mind as I really thought about how good this night was for Dan. Although in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake knowing how much Dan likes to drink and once he starts it's tough to get him to stop.

I must have fallen asleep watching the baseball game and was awaken by my phone buzzing.

"Hey babe, sorry to bother you but do you think you could pick us up? I don't think either of us should be driving."

"Um, sure. Everything OK? Text me the address and I'll leave here soon."

"Everything is great! I never knew Dan was such a good dancer! Lol."

"Haha yea, he was always quite the dancer of our group!"

"Lol I can tell. Hey, please don't take this the wrong way but......"

I anxiously awaited the follow up text, what was she thinking now?

"Does Dan like feet too? I keep catching him looking down. I'm used to that from you, but was just wondering."

"Uh, not sure hun. Guess the topic has never come up between us. Is it making you uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all. Like I said, was just curious. Maybe it's my new heels. ;)"

"Maybe. Address?"

After a few minutes, I got the reply with the address and I left. I mapped the route and it was about a 30 minute drive. My phone said I would arrive there by 11:00pm.

I pulled into the lot and texted my wife I was there. I watched as her and Dan quickly appeared from inside. Dan was being loud and saying goodbye to the ones still there. My wife was smiling ear to ear. She spotted our SUV and they started walking over. I got out to greet them and my wife gave me a hug. Dan followed with a bear hug.

I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for my wife. Dan hopped in back on the driver's side. We started to drive off and I was assuming I would take Dan home first. He lived about 15 minutes from us, so we had about a 45 minute drive ahead of us. Then my wife and I had the 15 minute drive home from there.

As we hopped on the highway, Dan was telling me what a great time he had and how thankful he was for having friends like us. My wife answered back that she had a great time too and thanked Dan for asking her to go. With that being said, my wife fidgeted in her seat. It was dark so I couldn't tell what she was doing but I soon found out. She had kicked off her new heels and extended her legs, putting her stockinged feet up on the dash. She let out a sigh of relief as she did.

I heard another sigh, this one coming from behind me. The ride was eerily quiet, I tried to focus on the dark highway but it was very hard not to steal glances at my wife's feet. I tried starting a conversation with Dan about who got married and blah blah blah. Dan didn't answer right away. I said his name again and he stammered. He started telling me who they were, that both the bride and groom worked with him.

He was fumbling with the specifics. I wasn't sure if it was the drinks or almost as if he was distracted. Dan then started to say how he thinks he drank too much and mid-sentence I thought I heard what sounded like a zipper being pulled down. I asked Dan if he was OK and he just mumbled, "mm-hm." I looked over at my wife and she was half-asleep.

I extended my right arm towards my wife and with my right hand, lightly stroked her left arm. I asked her if she was tired from the dancing or the drinks and she giggled "both." She then turned towards me a bit and said that her feet were sore from all the dancing. I noticed she was flexing her feet and toes, now almost against the windshield.

My wife turned more and said back to Dan, "I had no idea you were that good of a dancer, maybe you could give....."

She stopped and went silent, but stayed looking at Dan. At first I thought my wife had passed out in the middle of her sentence. I looked her direction and saw her eyes were still open. In fact, they were wide open....and her mouth was hanging open too.

Maybe Dan had passed out and she didn't want to wake him. I looked in the rear view mirror and I could see Dan's eyes were still open too. He was looking up front but almost as if he was looking past my wife. My wife finally broke the silence.

"Uh Dan, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice you were looking at me."

"Put your cock back in your pants!" She insisted.

"I'm sorry! I'm so drunk and horny. I haven't been laid in a long time, I got carried away. Please forgive me, I had such a fun time tonight," Dan answered.

It was almost as if these two were having their own conversation and I wasn't even in the vehicle with them.

"Is that what was poking me on the dance floor?" My wife joked.

"Haha, uh, I was hoping you didn't notice. Again, it's been a while, I'm so sorry."

"Well it's kind of hard not to notice something that....large," my wife stated.

What the hell is going on here I thought. The suspense was killing me so I asked my wife, "what is he doing back there?"

"I think he was starting to jerk off babe. He must have gotten worked up from all the sexy young ladies at the wedding tonight," she said.

"This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry Chris," Dan slurred. He continued, "You know...I always thought your wife was the hottest out of all our friends. I'm so drunk, I guess I don't even care anymore. The dancing was awesome....and those heels....wow," he trailed off.

"What about her heels?" I asked.

My wife now turned back, looking at Dan.

"Those are the sexiest shoes I've seen."

"Is it just the shoes?" My wife pressed on. Curiosity getting the better of her. Or all her drinking catching up to her, feeling courageous.

Dan answered, "Yes, no.....definitely not."

"It's the whole package, your heels, the stockings...and your pretty toes."

He was talking directly to her.

"Wow, I can't believe I just said that. I've been holding this inside me for a long time. It's why things with me and Megan didn't work out. I tried to open up to her about this and she was grossed out," Dan kept on.

"Open up about what?" My wife asked.

"......I have a foot fetish," Dan almost whispered.

My wife shot a look at me like "I told you so!" She was still flexing her feet on the dash and beginning to rub them together more. Was she actually liking this talk?

"Well Dan, I'm flattered," she said. "But I don't think Chris is willing to share my feet."

I looked at my wife with a shocked look, me? Share my wife's feet? Why are we even discussing this? All these thoughts running through my mind. They were quickly answered.

"I thought I told you to put that thing away," my wife told Dan.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted and forgot," Dan said.