A Special Interest

I am a 28-year old woman married to a man with a major foot fetish. My husband, Rick, goes absolutely crazy over my petite, shapely size 5's, which I strive to keep well pedicured at all times. Since we met over 7 years ago, he has always paid them a lot of attention, spoiling me with long, sensuous foot-rubs after a long day at work, loving pedicures on lazy Sunday mornings, and light tickling when we cuddle on the couch. From our earliest dates, he had always paid me compliments on them, telling me that they were the prettiest feet he'd ever seen. He especially remarked on their very small size and they way the went so well with my shapely, muscular calves - he told me they were "mouth-watering". I'd had many guys compliment my legs before, especially my calves - but Rick was the first to make me realize that all the effort I'd put into keeping my feet soft and shapely and my toenails neatly painted was not wasted! Rick made no attempt to hide his hungry gaze whenever I was barefoot, in sheer stockings, or wearing sexy shoes (especially high heels) around him. I took notice of this and started doing all I could to encourage it, choosing the sexiest hose and shoes I could find, and going barefoot whenever possible. He'd always get a funny look on his face when I did these things, and an impressive erection would develop in his groin.

I'd heard of foot-fetishism before, but really didn't know anything about it. Curious as to whether Rick was one of these men and was embarrassed to admit it, I came right out and asked him. Now, this was still very early in our relationship - after about a month of steady dating, during which time we were already sleeping together. I'll never forget his response! He blushed and told me that he thought he might be, because the site of my bare feet drove him crazy. He admitted that when he first saw me, I was wearing a skirt and sexy flats, and that he had wondered what it would be like to lick my ankles. I told him that I thought this was very sexy idea, and asked him why he'd never tried it. After all, he'd always finish his foot rubs and manicures by lightly kissing the tops of my feet and toes, so why not lick my ankles? We were on the couch in my apartment during this conversation, with my bare feet resting on his lap, and I felt a familiar stirring between his legs as his huge prick began to stir at my words.

"You really DO like that idea, don't you?" I asked as I began to rub my soles lightly against his straining erection. Rick turned even deeper red, nodded "Yes" and mumbled something under his breath as he looked down at my pale bare feet. "Then do it!" I said. "It sounds sexy!"

Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling that overcame me as Rick gently raised one of my feet up to his handsome face, glanced over at me with his sexy brown eyes, and started to lightly kiss and lick my ankle. Wow! Sparks of electricity shot up through my foot, up my spine and to the top of my scalp. I gasped as much with surprise as with pleasure!

"Does that feel good?" Rick hesitantly asked, his face red with both excitement and embarrassment.

"Yes!" I assured him. "It feels WILD! Do it again, if you like it!"

This was apparently all he needed to hear. Dropping to his knees beside the couch, Rick grabbed my ankles and pulled me down so that my calves were propped up on the armrest, leaving my feet protruding over the edge of the couch. Then he took his place in front of them, gave me his sexy-yet-still-nervous smile again, and began what I can only describe as a "feast" on my bare feet. Drawing his face just inches from them, I could feel his hot and somewhat labored breath on my sensitive soles. Then he took both ankles in his strong hands and pressed his face right into my soles, inhaling deeply. Apparently the aroma of my feet aroused him, too, because he moaned and almost involuntarily let his tongue travel all over their softly wrinkled skin with a faraway, glazed look in his eyes.

All I can say is that if having my ankle licked was wild, this was even better! I couldn't tell at the time if it was more physical or psychological, but the sight of this good-looking, well-built and heavily-hung man licking the soles my bare feet was unbelievably sexy. That same burning-hot sensation shot up my spine again, causing me to gasp and stiffen like a board from the intense pleasure that racked my body. This time, though, it also had another effect - I could feel myself instantly get as wet between my legs, as if I'd been teased for hours.

Rick must have been encouraged by my reaction, or he was simply in his own world by now - probably a little of both. But whatever the cause, he just lost control at that point. He began devour my feet like a madman - kissing, licking and sucking every square inch of them. My heels, my ankles, my insteps, my soles, each and every toe and between them - there was not one spot he didn't worship with his soft lips and hot tongue. I was flopping around on the couch like crazy, loving every minute of the powerful, unique and totally new sensations Rick was giving me, yet almost unable to bear such intense pleasure in so sensitive an area. I was also getting quite an ego trip over having this aggressive, dreamboat stud of a man apparently lost in a submissive act of worshipping my feet. No matter where I moved them, Rick was there, sucking, licking and kissing them while moaning like a baby. It was obvious that he was even more aroused than I was, and the feeling of being in total control of this man with something as "minor" as my feet was really wild..

By this point I was soaking wet and on the brink of an orgasm. Rick must have sensed this, because he suddenly stopped his oral ministrations to my feet and stood up. Then we began ripping each other’s clothes off in frenzy. I wanted his long, thick penis in me badly, but Rick had other things in mind. Standing in front of me with his fat, 9-inch cock jutting straight out at me from his washboard stomach, he grabbed my ankles and raised my feet in the air. Then he placed a foot on either side of his prick, which was that deep shade of purple that a cock gets when it's about to shoot a load. Taking some of the pre-come fluid oozing from the fat, mushroom-like head, he smeared it into my soles and began to pump his hips gently back and forth as he squeezed my feet tightly against his shaft.

Now, this was a sight to behold. This beautiful man, deeply tanned and rippling with muscle, standing before me and thrusting his huge penis between my pale, small feet…I felt absolutely, wickedly sexy! Rick was staring down at my feet as he sandwiched his cock between them, gradually picking up the pace of his thrusts. He was starting to sweat heavily, causing the muscles in his tanned arms, stomach and thighs to shine sexily. This was just unbelievable - I felt like a queen!

Suddenly Rick groaned loudly, stiffened like a board, and yelled; "I'm going to come, angel!" Grabbing his swollen cock at the base, he started rubbing the head of his thick shaft violently against the wrinkled sole of my left foot, right at the arch, as he lifted my other foot to his face, alternately sucking the entire top half of it like a madman and licking it all over, while moaning "Yes…yes…oh yes…!". Then, after a short delay, a long, thick rope of hot semen blasted out of his cock and all over my arch and sole. "Aaargh!", he gasped. Going weak in the knees, Rick struggled to remain standing as he continued to rub his cockhead urgently into my now semen-slicked sole, spurting one, then another huge shot of thick, syrupy sperm up my calf and all over the couch. Finally, his orgasm subsiding, he dropped to his knees and squeezed out the remaining few drops of his plentiful load out onto my ruby-painted toes as I flexed them teasingly for him.

I could not believe what had just happened! Rick was lying back on the floor, drenched with sweat and panting as if he'd just run a marathon. He huge prick and large low-hanging balls were recuperating under the cover of my feet, which he had pulled over on top of him as he rested. But I had not yet been satisfied. Making eye contact with Rick, I boldly spread my legs so that one foot was in front of his face and the other was still resting on his massive tool. This gave him a clear view of my thick, very damp bush and my wet, swollen and lewdly protruding pussy lips. Through his haze of post-orgasmic pleasure, Rick’s gaze once again became alert and hungry as my hand found it’s way through the mass of tangled, wet curls and rested on top of my slippery opening. Then, never taking my eyes off Rick's, I began masturbate in front of a man for the first time in my life. I was overwhelmed with sensations: the sticky, slippery feel of Rick's abundant semen squishing between my t oes and drying on my calf and belly, the heady, intoxicatingly erotic aroma of male sweat and sperm combined with the scent of my own arousal, and the feel of Rick’s oversized cock and balls stirring under my bare foot as he watched me. These things combined with recurring flashbacks of Rick's large prick shooting the biggest load I'd ever seen all over my feet and legs brought me rapidly close to orgasm. Then Rick began to urge me on, telling me how sexy I looked rubbing my hairy pussy in front of him, with my pale thighs spread wide apart and my sexy feet flexed with tension.

I could not bear it any more. Just as I felt that wonderful, delicious burning sensation of my orgasm beginning, Rick started to lick his plentiful load off the foot that was near his face, sucking the toes gently and rubbing his fully recovered erection against my other foot. This was too much to take: I nearly screamed as a toe-curling, gut-wrenching orgasm racked through my body in wave after violent wave. My face and chest burned, my eyes rolled back in my head, and the whole world seemed to disappear as I quaked and trembled, totally out of control. Seemingly ages later, still twitching and on the verge of dozing off, I watched Rick pump another load out of his large balls, jerking off onto both of my feet together as I drifted off to sleep.

That auspicious afternoon changed both our lives forever. Rick was able to admit to his foot fetish for the first time in his life, and I was made aware of how much I enjoyed not only his "special interest", but also in being sexually dominant at times. We married a year and a half later, and our sex life has grown better and better with time. Now Rick is my willing and eager "foot slave", worshipping my delicate peds - not to mention the rest of my body - whenever he can, and I love it! Perhaps later I will share some of our other stories...meanwhile, I hope you enjoyed this one.