Thursday 27th of October
Marcus was a loyal husband. He would never have thought about cheating on his beautiful wife, Victoria, in the same way in fact that she thought that it would be just so impossibly boring to remain loyal to just one man. In fact, he was so devoted to her that he would often find it difficult to concentrate on anything else. He would think of that slender neck, her red hair that was even shorter than his own… This style had always appealed to him, especially when his Beloved had started wearing hers that way. Her model-like figure and bright green eyes were constant diversions as well as her soft, seductive voice…
There was something that he had never mentioned to her, however and that was his interest… His obsession with her feet. Many times he had tried to pleasure her feet by rubbing them with perfumed oil after a long day at the stables. Even though she wore handmade leather riding boots he knew they must be tired. She seemed annoyed with his efforts, uncomfortable with his attention… He was afraid to tell her that he was sexually aroused by the very sight of those wrinkly soles and pink toes that wiggled so playfully each time she took off stockings and shoes. He knew she would shudder at the thought that the aroma of her feet after a day of working was like an erotic perfume to him. He longed to share the desire that engulfed him when she would sit, cross-legged and dangle her high heels while they were sitting in the office, exposing that delicious heel. He noted that on those day that he was allowed to accompany her to the stables, he couldn’t tell her the first thing about the horses or the stable hands when she had wanted to discuss them on the way home…
When the couple would go out, Marcus would delight in glancing at the feet of other women, and fantasizing that they were the feet of his Victoria, and that she would suddenly be daring to the point of wearing the various styles of shoe that he so often saw in public. He pictured her in black riding boots, like the ones he saw on a woman in her 40’s that had sat across from them at a local restaurant. He blushed as the tall blond at the mall noticed his gaze at her stockinged feet in high-heeled sandals. He longed for his attractive wife, sensitive to him in all other ways, to allow him to dress her feet in these various styles, to him so very sexy and then allow him to pleasure them while pleasuring himself by being the worshipper of her feet.
One day as she left for the stables he had a day at home with nothing in particular planned. After he got up and ate breakfast with Victoria, she went off to the stables with a passionate goodbye kiss at the door. He went back to bed and slept in until the sun through the bedroom window woke him as he wondered what (or who…) she was going to experience today…. He wasn’t sure what he would do today as he sat up on the side of the bed. Her rubbed his eyes and looked down on his feet. They were the rough, unattractive feet of a man. He wondered what made the feet of his beloved and indeed all other women so appealing and yet made his own so repulsive to him…
Just then, a monumental thought occurred to him; perhaps he could stimulate himself and satisfy his lust for her feet alone. He was in the mood for lovemaking much more often than she was and had grown accustomed to occasional secret masturbation because he knew how it would annoy her to find that he had been pleasuring himself without her around. She regarded masturbation as a reward to be allowed as and when she decided and would probably demand a full confession and God knows what else if she knew he did it secretly. He thought that it would be fruitless to tell her that he was always thinking of her when he did it, though it was true, because the repulsion would not be lessened. Still, this was a day off and a cupboard full of her shoes awaited his anxious tongue. It was to be a day he would not soon forget…
Clothed only in his silky, red boxers, he wandered into the bedroom dressing room in which there was her immense collection of shoes. They lay before him in various colours and styles, shoes that he had bought for her, but she only wore to the stables or formal evenings out. His favourites were a pair of five inch black patent leather court shoes that shined in even the slightest amount of light. They kept her little feet in a near tiptoe position, causing her already firm, elegant legs to look even more toned and sexy. She had worn them only once when a new stable hand had caught her eye and that was not for a very long period of time. He had guessed that she had had her fun with her prey and then moved on to other distractions… His feet were only slightly larger than hers and for fun; he thought he might try them on. He tried them
on and they were a little snug, but he liked the feel of them on his feet and liked even more the stirring in his boxers that this strange new sensation was causing. Knowing that he had all day to do what he liked, Marcus then grabbed all of the shoes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Gleefully, he pulled down his restrictive boxers; removing them from his ankles and over the high heels he wore and discarded them on the floor. He then lay down on the floor, surrounded by the sensual footwear and inhaled that familiar aroma, magnified by the number of shoes she had only occasionally wore, along with her favourites, a pair of red spike heeled dress shoes. He grasped one of the shoes and raised it to his nostrils. The pungent smell excited him wildly, causing his already stiff member to throb with heated anticipation. He hadn’t even touched it yet! With the blue flat in one hand and still wearing the patent court shoes, he opened her dresser drawer and found her wads of stockings there free for the borrowing. He had always wondered if it felt as sexy to wear the stockings as it felt to see legs and feet in them. He took off the heels and pulled on a silky pair of black nylons, also a present from him which she had never allowed him to see her wear. Putting the heels back on, he felt another new and erotic sensation, more potent than the heels alone. His legs felt covered and bound, yet exposed to the cool breeze entering the bedroom window as well. He was strangely aroused by the sight of his hard cock next to these feminine stockings and knew that he was almost ready to begin those beloved spasmodic spurts without ever touching himself, something never before accomplished. He was just lying down on the bed with a tissue in his hand to catch the flow, when with horror he heard the door open…
“Marcus… I’m home for lunch! I needed to come back for a fresh blouse and I thought I’d surprise you!” she called as she came down the hallway. He was trapped; there was nowhere to hide and no explanation to give other than the obvious. As she entered the bedroom, she first saw the floor cluttered with shoes. Then she glanced up at Marcus on the bed and held her hand over her lips in shock…
“Victoria… I…” He was scanning his brain for something to say…
“Oh dear…” She said, suddenly very calm and with a seductive smile…
“So your little fantasy is to have you driving your long, hard cock into me while wearing my stockings and spike heels?”
She continued, “I have an hour before I need to be back at the stables…” Then she winked. And said, “well! What are you waiting for?”
He was shocked, but excited about this turn of events. She stripped and mounted him, apparently already moist from the vision of her man in hose and heels. She rode his cock and moaned out loudly, encouraging him with breathy terms of endearment, though she did all the work. After countless thrusts and the tip of his cock swelling so large he thought it would burst, they came in waves of orgasmic joy. Then as she climbed off of him she turned so the her delicate little feet gripped his once-again firm organ and began to stroke it up and down, the shaft still moist with their collective juices…
“Do you enjoy this?” she said with a girlish grin. As he grunted an “Oh, yesss!!!” at the pleasure of his beloved’s wondrous toes on his erect cock, he heard her phone one of the other riding instructors at the stables. “Sorry, I won’t be back from lunch… There are some things at home that need my immediate attention…” As his second load of happiness fired onto the toes and soles of his beloved…
