Date Night – Exploring Her Feet

The second chapter to The Closet ended up being longer than anticipated, so I’m releasing this story in the meantime. I wrote this because I felt there aren’t enough non-humiliating foot fetish stories. Please leave a rating and comment and let me know what you think! – Jay

Also, huge thanks once again to SissyKaty for helping me edit.

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I love my wife. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about how lucky I was to have Emily fall into my life. Literally. Eight years ago, during my sophomore year at college, my friends somehow convinced me to trudge along with them to a party.

“You gotta get out more John! Who knows, you might get lucky!”

After twenty minutes, it was clear this party was just another drunken frat fest. I was about to bail when a redhead tripped, broke a heel, and fell right in front of me. I quickly helped her up and looked into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. There I was, holding a slender 5’7″ redheaded goddess with her sheer stockings and tight blue dress perfectly accentuating her sexy legs, full B-cup breasts, and tight bubble butt. I swore to myself I’d never let her go, and I am blessed to say we just celebrated our 6-year anniversary.

Emily hasn’t aged a day since I met her. At 29 years old (two older than my 27), she still has the same sexy figure and clear, soft skin. The only real change she had made was to straighten her wavy red locks. Unlike my gorgeous wife, my body has changed since we met. I’m still 6’0″ with dashing brown eyes, but my long black hair has been replaced by a short cut, and my skinny frame has added a few pounds, though I’m still fairly slim. Emily actually likes it. She still sometimes teases me about how gangly I looked running track back in college. She’s also just as much of a tease as she was back then and is a firecracker in the bedroom. She’s been more than willing to explore kinks with me, and we do it often. With a recent promotion of hers at her architecture firm, we haven’t had quite as much time for fun, but we still set aside Friday nights as our Date Night. This weekend, however, we’ve pushed back Date Night to Saturday. While Friday is Emily’s birthday, her firm required her to attend some conference all day despite her requesting the day off weeks ago. Unsurprisingly, Emily didn’t have many nice things to say about her boss this week.

So, there I was, sitting on the couch and watching TV at home all alone at eleven PM on a Friday. I was in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and my short black hair was still wet from my shower as I heard Emily finally come home to our apartment. My wife called out, almost in a sigh, as she kicked off her heels, relieved to finally be home.

“Honey, I’m Home!”

“Hey Hun!”

I quickly turned off the TV and got up to meet her. I found her standing at the dining table looking through the heart-shaped box of chocolates I had set in front of a vase of red roses. I can’t help but smile as my eyes roam over her toned legs clad in black stockings, her black not-too-sexy business skirt, coat, and the tight red blouse covering her torso. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Emily grinned and relaxed her body back against mine as I gently kissed her cheek. She turned her head back and lifted a hand to my cheek as she returned my peck with a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I thought I told you, no birthday gifts until tomorrow.”

“You did?” I sheepishly replied. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to hide these until tomorrow.”

My left hand reached for the box of chocolate, but my wife quickly swatted my hand away.

“Jerk.”

“Brat,” I said grinning before my lips met her smirking mouth in another long smooch. “How was the conference?”

“Ughh…Awful. It was a complete waste of time, AND my feet are killing me.”

Her eyes looked back at me with an expectant look I know all too well.

“That sucks, if only you had a strapping hubby who could help you with your feet.”

I continued my grin as she looked back with an annoyed glance. I waited until she was about to respond when I quickly squatted down and lifted her in a wedding carry with my right arm under her legs and my left arm supporting her back. She gave a surprised squeak as her arms reflexively wrapped around my neck.

“Wait!”

I watched her reach over and swipe the box of chocolates.

“Okay. You can continue.”

I rolled my eyes in mock disdain but still couldn’t resist smiling. I carried my lovely wife to our large futon, setting her down on one end before I sat down on the other. I took her feet and swung her legs up onto the couch, stretching them out, and rested her feet in my lap. I started with her left foot, lifting it up as my thumbs slowly worked up and down her stocking-clad sole. I know my wife took good care of her feet but they still surprised me with their softness every time I touched them. What also surprised me is how much extra sweat was in her stockings compared to normal. I know I probably should have taken off her stockings, but even with the sweat, her thigh highs still feel too good against my hands. Emily quickly reclined against the arm of the couch, closing her eyes before letting out a soft moan.

“God, I needed this.”

I simply smiled as she slipped off her blazer and readjusted the pillow behind her, getting comfortable before grabbing the heart-shaped box and plucking out a chocolate.

“How was your day Hun?”

“Oh, you know, just another day helping people reconnect their wifi.”

While my tech support job paid very well and let me work at home, it had become very monotonous as of late. Emily was about to respond when I slid my hands up to rub her toes between my thumbs and other fingers. Emily hung her head back again, unable to suppress another soft moan. Another grin escaped my lips.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

“Oh, shut up! You know you love it too.”

My wife was well aware of my love for women’s legs in stockings. When we were still dating, I confessed to her that stockings were a big turn on for me. A few minutes later, she excused herself to the bathroom and returned wearing nothing but thigh highs. God, I love this woman.

“What can I say? I can’t resist your legs.”

I slid one of my hands up her leg in a slow but firm rub and let my fingers linger for a moment on the skin of her thigh just above the top of her stockings before sliding my hand back down. I set her left foot down and picked up her right foot when my wife suddenly lifted up her left foot right in front of my face, tickling my nose with her toes.

“And my feet too apparently.”

I quickly pulled her left foot down away from my face, the smell not being entirely pleasant.

“Not when they’re that sweaty.”

My wife gave me a disappointed look which quickly disappeared when my fingers began massaging her right instep. As I stared at her feet with her red nail polish shining through her stockings, I couldn’t help but think of that quick look. While we both have tried to be open about our kinks and things we want to try in the bedroom, she has been a little more hesitant to share at times.

“Do you want me to be more adventurous with your feet?”

My eyes moved away from her toes and met her gaze.

“Only if you want to.”

Her beautiful blue eyes stared back in a longing look. She didn’t need to say anything else. I knew she wanted it. My gaze and my thoughts were averted as I felt her slowly move her toes. Looking down, I saw her right foot ever so slowly wiggling its toes in my hands as the toes on her left foot scrunched and rubbed against my leg. She DEFINITELY wanted it but while I enjoyed giving her foot massages, I am not keen on doing much else, especially when her feet are sweaty like this. But…

My lips slowly cured into a smile as an idea popped into my head. I moved Emily’s feet off of my lap and stood, leaning over towards her as she watched me wondering what I was doing.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

I gave Emily’s confused face a quick kiss and hurried out of the living room. I quickly found a rubber tub in our storage closet and filled it with hot water. Returning to the living room, I found my wife’s legs still stretched out on the futon, but her hand was now holding a glass of red wine.

“What is that?”

She took a sip, eyeing up the tub in my hands.

“What is THAT?”

I set the tub down on the floor next to the couch, then leaned down to give her sweet lips another quick peck.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I turned around and started heading to the bathroom with Emily yelling after me.

“Don’t take all night!”

I popped my head out of the hallway, nodding to the glass in her hand.

“Something tells me you can entertain yourself for another minute or two.”

With my wife sticking her tongue out at me, I turned around with a cheeky grin. I returned in less than a minute holding two towels, a sponge, and a bottle of Emily’s favorite bath soap. My wife’s full lips slowly formed a smile in realization of my impromptu birthday gift for her. I laid out one of the towels on the floor in front of Emily and she sat up, swinging her legs out onto the towel. Kneeling down in front of her, I lifted her right leg up and my hands slid up her thigh. My fingers sensually slipped under the tops of her stockings, brushing gently against her smooth skin. The sexy cloth was pulled down to her heel, then my fingers pulled the toe of the stocking, letting the rest of the black cloth coil off her leg. I carefully set the stocking down on the couch next to Emily as she lifted her left leg and pointed her toes towards me.

“You can keep that one on…for now.”

Smiles were exchanged, and she set both of her feet down while I moved the tub onto the towel between her cute feet. I gently took her unclothed foot and set it into the water. Emily watched me closely in fascination and admiration while I squirted some of the soap onto the sponge. I looked back into her eyes as one of my hands lifted her right foot up out of the water, pointing her toes towards me and letting my other hand begin to wash her foot slowly and sensually. The sponge slowly dragged atop the bridge from her ankle to her toes, then curved under to carefully run along her sole. My wife’s foot reflexively flexed its toes as it soaked in the cleansing. After carefully washing between her wiggling digits, my open hand slid up to the end of her foot and firmly rubbed her toes between my thumbs and other fingers. Emily’s eyes closed as her body relaxed even more against the back of the futon.

“Mmmmm…I can get used to this”, she purred out.

My lips curled into a smirk.

“Don’t expect this to be a daily occurrence.”

Her shining blue eyes deviously flashed open.

“That’s what you say NOW…”

“Maybe if you beg,” I replied with a grin.

Our eyes and smirks silently continued our banter as I set the sponge down. Dipping her clean foot into the tub, my hands took a moment to rinse off all of the lingering soap bubbles and admire her soft skin. Once finished, I lifted her foot up out of the hot water and took hold of the second towel. My eyes were drawn to every delightful curve of her toes and foot while I dried off the water. My mind was lost in the moment, admiring how every inch of my wife was miraculously perfect. When I realized her foot was dry and all I had been doing the past minute was massaging her, my eyes connected with her knowing gaze.

“Don’t deny you’re enjoying this as much as me”, Emily taunted.

I felt my cheeks start to blush as I set down her clean, undressed foot and lifted her stocking-covered left leg.

“I’m going to have to plead the fifth on that one.”

I ran my fingertips up her soft stocking to distract her before she could quip back to me. My quick thinking worked as she bit her lower lip. Even in her silence her eyes looked through me, knowing I’m guilty of pleasure. With my fingers taking the top of her stocking, I took an excruciatingly long time to pull the nylon off of her foot. I held my face close to her leg with my nose almost touching her skin. I let the air exhaling from my nose leave a trail of goosebumps down her thigh and calf. By the time the sexy cloth was finally pulled off of her toes, my wife was giving me a perturbed look I know all too well, the glare she uses when she’s sick of my teasing. Sheepishly feigning innocence, I set her left foot down in the hot water of the tub.

With another small drop of soap added to the sponge, I raised her foot with a hand under her ankle and commenced gently scrubbing her second sole. Determined to get payback for my teasing nature, Emily’s foot rolled in circles in an attempt to make the cleaning more difficult. I was just able to lean back to prevent her toes from rubbing my face before I countered by holding her foot still with both hands. With one hand wrapped around her ankle and the other holding the ball of her foot, I gave Emily a mock glare.

“I WILL stop.”

Emily’s lips mischievously curled, falling into my trap as she responded.

“What are you going to…JOHN!”

Emily burst out in a fit of laughter from my fingers unleashing a surprise tickling attack against her toes. Despite all of her squirming and kicking, her leg was unable to escape my grasp and find reprieve. I didn’t stop tickling her wiggling toes until her second foot accidentally kicked the tub, spilling some water onto the towel underneath the basin. Emily stopped moving as she looked back at me, catching her breath and watching as I picked up the sponge I dropped in the chaos.

“Are you ready to stop being a tease so I can continue?” I asked with a smile still on my lips.

Emily leaned back, resting against the back of the couch and replied,

“I’ll stop being a tease when you stop.”

With a temporary truce reached, the sponge in my hand returned to its soft and gentle cleaning. The yellow tool slid up and down her bridge before descending to her toes. Emily closed her eyes and halfheartedly moved her toes as the quietest of moans escaped her ruby lips. Soon I found myself no longer watching where I was cleaning, but instead observing her calm and relaxed face full of bliss. I could tell she lost track of time when she finally opened her eyes again. The slightly surprised look on her face gave her away when I set her foot down into the tub to rinse. My massaging hands caressed every inch of her foot in the water, then out of the water with a towel in one hand. As I quickly moved the tub and all of the other accessories away from the couch, Emily shined a big, bright smile back at me.

“WOW John, that was…”

My wife’s words of thanks were cut off by the second part of my plan. Her blue eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open in shock, awe, and disbelief as she saw me holding up her right leg. My lips were gently pressed against the ball of her foot, feeling the warmth or her flesh. I stared back into her silently enraptured gaze and watched her mind race from my very first kiss of her feet. My head tilted to keep up our connected gaze as my lips planted another long and gentle kiss on her sole. Emily was frozen in wonder as my mouth began kissing down the bottom of her foot with the slightest bit of tongue. Once my mouth reached her heel, I couldn’t resist sucking her soft skin. Emily’s chest slowly rose and fell with long, deep breaths, sparked by my twisting mouth. Her breathing grew to panting as my lips planted wet kisses back up her soul, and her panting turned to moaning once my mouth reached her delightful toes.

Taking her big toe into my mouth, my tongue slithered around every side and angle. Leaning her head back, Emily writhed in pleasure and spread her other leg which gave me a long flash of her sexy lace panties under her skirt. I slowly worked my mouth down her row of toes, giving each a few long moments of attention. By the time I reached her pinky toe, she had already pulled her skirt up over her hips, and her right hand crept down the front of her black lace panties.

Setting down her right foot, I quickly and eagerly took hold of Emily’s left foot. Despite my mouth sending pleasure to her straight through her sole, my eyes were glued to the euphoric face of my wife. With her eyes closed, her mouth hung open as her body soaked in the pleasure. My lips electrified her foot and her fingers massaged her cunt. Though her black thong was blocking most of the view, I had no doubt her fingers were frantically searching for her G-spot. With moan after non-stop moan escaping her mouth, my lips started sucking and teasing her second set of toes. I marveled at Emily’s pleasured jerking, her body reacting to every twist of my sucking mouth around her surprisingly sensitive toes. With her tenth toe finally covered in my saliva, her hips were thrusting forward to meet her pumping fingers. My lips lead a trail of wet kisses up the bridge of her feet and up the front of her calves alternating between both legs with each sloppy peck. With my mouth at her knees and my head between her legs, I could tell Emily was about to orgasm, but I didn’t want to end her fun just yet. Pushing my head forward, my right hand pulled her needy fingers up and out of her panties while my left hand pulled the soaked underwear to the side, revealing her cunt. Lost in her lust, Emily started yelling at me for denying her climax.

“John! What are…OH GOD!!”

My wife’s body was sent into a frenzy when I blew a short and quick pulse of air straight at her budding clit. Her legs squeezed around my head and her hands grabbed at my hair in preparation for an orgasm, but I was not ready to give her the last little push her body craved. With her senses on full alert, I lift her legs up and quickly pull off her dripping black thong. Spreading her legs, I was greeted by the view of the wet and puffy lower lips of her perfectly shaved cunt. My wife tried to reach for her ready pussy, but my hands found her wrists and pinned her arms to her sides before her fingers reached their destination. Emily let out a lustful whine as my lips continued their way up her legs by sending slow pecks up the inside of her thighs.

“Please John! Please! Please!”

With Emily moaning and begging like an animal in heat, my lips finished their ascent as my tongue began tracing circles around her clit. With her hips bucking off the couch, I grinned as I looked up at her sweating face which seemed to be on the verge of pain from the intensity of her desire. The hot breath exhaling from my nose only added to her excitement as she screamed out.

“JOHN! PLEASE JUST…OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Emily’s throat let out a shriek of pleasure as my mouth gave her clit a much longer and steady stream of air. Her thighs squeezed my ears and wrapped around my head as her back arched and lifted her butt off of the couch. My eyes had a front row seat to witness her vagina quiver and leak cum from her freight train of an orgasm. After 30 seconds, Emily’s body collapsed back down on the couch. Slowly panting, her body continued twitching from the aftershocks sent to her by my nose slowly breathing on her clit. Unable to resist, I let go of her wrists and spread her legs before I slid my tongue up her crotch in one long motion from her asshole to her clit. Emily reacted by gripping my hair as she moaned and weakly berated me.

“Jesus John…You’re the worst…”

Emily hated it when I ate her out right after an orgasm, but I can’t deny I loved the sight of her squirming from my tongue licking up all of her sensitive cunt’s fluids. With her fingers trying to pull out my hair, I managed to keep her legs spread and slipped my tongue into her moist pussy. My wife’s hips writhed as she accepted my eager tongue licking up everything her cunt had to offer. I had my fill of her tasty, tangy cunt before spreading her wet lips with my tongue. I only took occasional breaks to tease her engorged clit with a few quick repeated flicks of the tip of my tongue. With her juices smeared all around my lips and face, my tongue continued tormenting her delicious cunt against her humping hips. I looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed. Her face read like an open book and told me that she had fallen once again into her lustful desires. I helped her by surrounding her clit with my lips and lapping furiously at her pleasure center. Emily arched her back for more pressure against my tongue, and I knew she was close to her second climax.