I was mortified. Turned on, but mortified. She’d actually tell my weird little secret to her friends? They would surely laugh at me. And then they’d tell someone who’d tell someone who’d--… It’d be all over town by nightfall. To Lisa and I, my foot fetish was OUR little enjoyment. (Okay, our BIG enjoyment.) Something special and private, something just between her and I.
“Damnation, woman. …You’d DO that?”
“Yes,” she smiled, in a way that told me she would.
“Well, then… okay. They shall have their little haunted house.”
Lisa giggled, stood up, lifted her short skirt so I could see she wasn’t wearing panties (but quite honestly, she rarely does), and then sat her hot (sexy, creamy-smoothed, tan and perfect) derriere on my knees. She then pulled up her legs-- God, I love it when she does this!! She’s so bendy!- and planted her bare heels on my chest as I leaned back a little in my chair. She grabbed the desk chair’s arms for balance, and then placed her silky soft toe pads against my lips and moved them from side to side, brushing them across my tingling lips, gently raking my nostrils with her long, black-polished, sharp and tough toenails, sending me deep into a silent spell. By the way, this is nothing new. She does this sometimes when she wants to talk about something serious, or just needs a sounding board, and doesn’t want me interrupting. Some of the best planning she’s ever done has been while sitting in this position with me in a toes-induced trance.
“Okay,” she began. “Let’s think this through.” (I’m writing this for you right now and I THINK I’m getting it right, but when a beautiful woman is doing such things to your face with her toes, not all her words get past your ears if you know what I’m saying. When you’re looking past the tops of her wide, tanned, veined feet, to her delicate ankles and creamy, shapely legs up into that beautiful smiling face, one’s comprehension suffers greatly.) “All right. Now your haunted house can’t be totally dark, otherwise you couldn’t film it very well, could you? No, of course not….we’ll do it with lights on… and blindfolds. Yes, we’ll have them wear blindfolds…. And shoes…. Now, you really like to be crushed, and while I know how you love flip flops, you don’t want to get arouse their suspicions. I mean, they feel something too strangle underfoot they might rip off their blindfolded and --gasp!-- you’re busted.” She laughed and gave my mouth a playful stomp. “So, rather than have them get suspicious of what they’re stepping on…. I’m thinking the ladies need to wear shoes that don’t have flexible soles. High heels, wedges-- all open-toed, of course.” She giggled and looked into my eyes, enjoying the power she held over me with her tootsies and her words. I think I may’ve grunted my assent, I’m not sure. Her toes, so long, her toe pads so soft, the very fact that this strikingly beautiful woman was actually sitting on my (MY!) lap stroking my nostrils and lips with her ‘killer sexy’ toes was more than I’d ever hoped to experience in this life. I was in lah-lah land.
The next day I could barely concentrate at work. I couldn’t get my mind off six or seven beautiful, powerful, intelligent, ‘mature’ women, being led by my sexy-footed wife, stepping all over some yet-to-be-decided body part(s). It was too great a thing to wrap my mind around. Between client calls and meetings I was able to plan a few things. I would need building materials for my haunted house, and I would fund it all with the few hundred dollars I’d been squirreling away for that trip to Vegas that Lisa and I would now be getting for FREE-- IF I was successful. IF I could scare the ladies. And have some unforgettable crush fun in the process. Okay, think, think, think. I’d need some wooden planking, 2X4 boards, etc. I’d need some more very high quality audio speakers, some chain from which to hang them (for unexpected scary sounds coming from unexpected angles). And cameras! By close of business that first day I’d phoned around to friends and colleagues and had located nearly all the cameras and speakers. Now I just needed to make some purchases
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