Prologue:
The following is an edited version of a narrative previously published with the same title. It's the first of a number of stories I'll be editing and reposting over time. And although the editing might not be perfect, it will be an improvement over the original.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.
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As I do religiously every other Thursday, I was at my friend Lois's place to get my nails done. Manicure and pedicure. And yes it's the same Lois who I recently shared my husband Walter with. Much to their pleasure...as well as mine.
Lois runs her manicure business out of her apartment. While it's not technically permissible to do so, it allows her to keep the money she normally have to pay as a "rental fee" if she worked out of a salon or spa as most "independent" manicurists do. Plus it gives her more flexibility as far as scheduling.
Once my nails were done, and with me being her last customer of the day, we were relaxing in the living room having some wine when the doorbell rang. When Lois answered it, it was her long time friend Bob, who she's known for years. And while Lois claims they've never had anything but a platonic relationship, I've always suspected otherwise, but never questioned her about it.
Bob is the same age as Lois and I. He's a good looking man at about six feet tall at around 190 pounds. Salt & pepper hair with an all white well groomed mustache. He's a widower and never remarried after his wife passed away some years ago.
After Lois gave Bob a beer, he sat in the living room with us to join in on our conversation. As we chatted, I began to notice Bob staring at my feet, which were bare. I usually walk around bare-foot after Lois does my pedicure to allow the polish time to thoroughly dry and harden before putting any footwear back on.
At first I thought it was just a casual thing, but he was staring pretty intently and it didn't take long for Lois to notice it too.
Finally Lois said something..."She has pretty feet, doesn't she Bob?"
While it caught him by surprise..."Yes, she does. So much so, I couldn't help but stare at them. Sorry about that, Lacey."
"No reason to apologize, Bob. I'm flattered you think so. Thank you."
"Your husband is a lucky man to have a lovely wife with such pretty feet. I envy him."
Lois then asked..."Do you envy him because of how lovely she is or because of her pretty feet?"
"Both, but especially Lacey's pretty feet. Not something you see everyday, being such exceptionally pretty feet. Especially with a mature woman." Then as he addressed me... "Love your delicate 'staircase' toes Lacey, and how slender your feet are, and they look especially lovely with the just done pedicure and sexy pink nail polish. My compliments to you...and your lucky husband."