Wayne19841
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Ok, so I figure I’ve been lurking here enough, enjoying all of your stories. Now it is time to post one of my own…..it is very true
Several years ago my wife went through a phase where she could not be sexually satisfied. I was getting it every day, and one night she told the kids we were going to go to the store, but insisted I pull into a dark parking lot and take her there (which I did, by the way). Her oral offerings increased in frequency and quality. Needless to say I was a happy man. She knows I have a foot fetish, and on several occasions begged me to tie her up and tickle her feet. When in the mood that turns her on even more, but rarely was I begged for it.
So I do travel a lot for work, gone a lot Monday through Thursday….this just peaked her desires even higher. We would talk dirty by text throughout each day and talk at night. One day as she was about to cum in her office chair, I sprung it on her…..I simply texted this… “I think I might need some help”. She did not respond for a few minutes, and I thought I had blown it. A few minutes went by, and she responded….”details please”.
After I pushed my eyes back into my head, the pressure was on me to come up with a good plan and fast before she changed her mind. I just said that I would run a craigslist ad, pick a guy, and we would meet, and go from there if we all felt comfortable. So from the road I ran an ad, got dozens of responses, and eventually narrowed it down to just a few guys. We talked by phone, I told them all of the info they needed, and the procedure we would go through to pick the final one.
So I get home that Friday, she jumps my bones again, but does tell me that there is no way she would have a threesome, it was just her horniness fogging her thought. We talked for a while, and even though she was saying no, I could tell that if I were to catch her just right, she would do it. So I asked it…..”What if it was against your will, would that appease the guilt you fear, as it would not be by choice?” Before she said anything I just asked if she trusted me she would let me plan this out and not get involved. She agreed!!
So I called back the guys, and asked if they were all comfortable with a semi- forced scene. Two dropped out but one stayed. So the remaining guy and I started talking to get to know one another, and I learned that he had a foot fetish!! The focus changed quickly from there, and it was all planned out.
Flash forward one week….its Friday and I’m home in my office “working”. I rented a big room at the local Hampton Inn and checked in to set it up. It was about 3 pm. I tied rope off to each corner of the bed, and hid it under the frame. In the hallway of the room by the door was a sink with a storage area, and in there I hid black gloves, hoods, a blindfold, feathers and a vibrator. As instructed, my wife checked in at about 4:30, took a shower, ordered dinner, relaxed and we watched her lights go off around 10pm. We walked over to the local bar; made sure we were on the same page and set back out for the hotel room.
It was now about 11:30 and I am sure she was sleeping at this point, but I still slid the plastic key in quietly, and the door clicked open. We tiptoed in, and with our eyes adjusting to the light, peeked around the corner into the room to see her position on the bed. Gloves on, hoods on, vibrator, blindfold and feathers in hand we moved.
And quickly as it was planned, it had to be a surprise. As I yanked off the sheets he put his hand over her mouth and whispered “got ya”, and I quickly hand her hands tied over her head to each corner of the bed as he blindfolded her. At first she seemed genuinely scared, but quickly realized it was me. Still half asleep though, she wiggled around a little and kind of fought back, we each grabbed a leg, and tied each ankle off the bottom corners. We stood up to admire our work, my pretty wife in white socks, panties, and a loose top wiggling around on the bed.
We kneeled at the bottom of the bed, and we each grabbed a foot….she shuddered. I very firmly said to her “You said it had to be non-consensual for it to work for you, but we figure that if in that process you beg us for it, that’s a sure sign for me that you are ready!” With that we let go of her feet, grabbed the sides of her top, slowly lifting up to expose her pointy nipples. We each brushed her nipples with a feather, and as she moaned we switch to some licking and sucking.
But, it was back to her feet. We each took “responsibility” for one foot. Working in unison we each slid her socks off slowly. Her bare toes wiggled in the cool air as they were slowly exposed. First the feather, and we flicked the tip all over her bare soles up and down and back and forth. Then we drug the feather though her toes and she was going crazy. She was trying to be modest, not trying to make too much noise in the quiet hotel, and her writhing all over the bed in her restraints was hot.
When she finally adjusted to the feel of the feather, we switched up to our fingers. Again, in unison we each raked the soles of her feet with our fingers, up and down and back and forth. I could tell she was getting turned on because she was lifting her head to look down at us through her blindfold. We spider tickled her soles for an eternity, and ticked each toe individually. Her quiet laugher was turning to moans, and it was time to strike.
Our last devious idea involved our tongues. Initially just licking her bare soles, we eventually sucked her toes. One at a time we licked and nibbled on each toe, and she was grinding her ass into the bed because it made her panties rub her a certain way…..it was only a matter of time.
And then she said it (begged), “please ^%$( me!!”
True story!! And we are looking to do it again, so PM me guys (and gals) of you want to help me….we live in Phoenix, Arizona!!
Several years ago my wife went through a phase where she could not be sexually satisfied. I was getting it every day, and one night she told the kids we were going to go to the store, but insisted I pull into a dark parking lot and take her there (which I did, by the way). Her oral offerings increased in frequency and quality. Needless to say I was a happy man. She knows I have a foot fetish, and on several occasions begged me to tie her up and tickle her feet. When in the mood that turns her on even more, but rarely was I begged for it.
So I do travel a lot for work, gone a lot Monday through Thursday….this just peaked her desires even higher. We would talk dirty by text throughout each day and talk at night. One day as she was about to cum in her office chair, I sprung it on her…..I simply texted this… “I think I might need some help”. She did not respond for a few minutes, and I thought I had blown it. A few minutes went by, and she responded….”details please”.
After I pushed my eyes back into my head, the pressure was on me to come up with a good plan and fast before she changed her mind. I just said that I would run a craigslist ad, pick a guy, and we would meet, and go from there if we all felt comfortable. So from the road I ran an ad, got dozens of responses, and eventually narrowed it down to just a few guys. We talked by phone, I told them all of the info they needed, and the procedure we would go through to pick the final one.
So I get home that Friday, she jumps my bones again, but does tell me that there is no way she would have a threesome, it was just her horniness fogging her thought. We talked for a while, and even though she was saying no, I could tell that if I were to catch her just right, she would do it. So I asked it…..”What if it was against your will, would that appease the guilt you fear, as it would not be by choice?” Before she said anything I just asked if she trusted me she would let me plan this out and not get involved. She agreed!!
So I called back the guys, and asked if they were all comfortable with a semi- forced scene. Two dropped out but one stayed. So the remaining guy and I started talking to get to know one another, and I learned that he had a foot fetish!! The focus changed quickly from there, and it was all planned out.
Flash forward one week….its Friday and I’m home in my office “working”. I rented a big room at the local Hampton Inn and checked in to set it up. It was about 3 pm. I tied rope off to each corner of the bed, and hid it under the frame. In the hallway of the room by the door was a sink with a storage area, and in there I hid black gloves, hoods, a blindfold, feathers and a vibrator. As instructed, my wife checked in at about 4:30, took a shower, ordered dinner, relaxed and we watched her lights go off around 10pm. We walked over to the local bar; made sure we were on the same page and set back out for the hotel room.
It was now about 11:30 and I am sure she was sleeping at this point, but I still slid the plastic key in quietly, and the door clicked open. We tiptoed in, and with our eyes adjusting to the light, peeked around the corner into the room to see her position on the bed. Gloves on, hoods on, vibrator, blindfold and feathers in hand we moved.
And quickly as it was planned, it had to be a surprise. As I yanked off the sheets he put his hand over her mouth and whispered “got ya”, and I quickly hand her hands tied over her head to each corner of the bed as he blindfolded her. At first she seemed genuinely scared, but quickly realized it was me. Still half asleep though, she wiggled around a little and kind of fought back, we each grabbed a leg, and tied each ankle off the bottom corners. We stood up to admire our work, my pretty wife in white socks, panties, and a loose top wiggling around on the bed.
We kneeled at the bottom of the bed, and we each grabbed a foot….she shuddered. I very firmly said to her “You said it had to be non-consensual for it to work for you, but we figure that if in that process you beg us for it, that’s a sure sign for me that you are ready!” With that we let go of her feet, grabbed the sides of her top, slowly lifting up to expose her pointy nipples. We each brushed her nipples with a feather, and as she moaned we switch to some licking and sucking.
But, it was back to her feet. We each took “responsibility” for one foot. Working in unison we each slid her socks off slowly. Her bare toes wiggled in the cool air as they were slowly exposed. First the feather, and we flicked the tip all over her bare soles up and down and back and forth. Then we drug the feather though her toes and she was going crazy. She was trying to be modest, not trying to make too much noise in the quiet hotel, and her writhing all over the bed in her restraints was hot.
When she finally adjusted to the feel of the feather, we switched up to our fingers. Again, in unison we each raked the soles of her feet with our fingers, up and down and back and forth. I could tell she was getting turned on because she was lifting her head to look down at us through her blindfold. We spider tickled her soles for an eternity, and ticked each toe individually. Her quiet laugher was turning to moans, and it was time to strike.
Our last devious idea involved our tongues. Initially just licking her bare soles, we eventually sucked her toes. One at a time we licked and nibbled on each toe, and she was grinding her ass into the bed because it made her panties rub her a certain way…..it was only a matter of time.
And then she said it (begged), “please ^%$( me!!”
True story!! And we are looking to do it again, so PM me guys (and gals) of you want to help me….we live in Phoenix, Arizona!!
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
