Author’s Note:  This is a work of erotica if you’re under the age of eighteen, LEAVE NOW.  Another short story from a book I haven’t gotten around to submitting.  This time–foot fetishes!

          I wanted him hard, stiff and unable to touch me.  That was my plan and it was a good one since Dale and I have been together for fifteen years.  We married right out of high school.  Our oldest, Jason was now fourteen and his sister, Hannah was eleven.  Romance and sexual exploration went right out the window after our seventh year together.  It’s too hard (and dangerous) to be playing out any fantasies when you son or daughter can come waltzing through the door or banging on it if it’s locked.  Interruptions during this sort of thing can lead to really bad feelings or emotional scarring.

            I’d been preparing for this particular weekend since my mother called up and invited the kids to fly out to Colorado for three days.  Dale was working a new job and didn’t have vacation time.  Me?  Well, let’s say I saw the opportunity and took the chance.  Begging off my mother’s invite with the excuse we couldn’t afford airline tickets for me (which was true) I began plotting and planning for the remaining two weeks.

            I had begun watching my husband watch me.  No, not in that lust-filled way but just noticing which particular feature he seemed to be drawn to.  After a decade and a half I was a bit surprised to figure out my husband had a thing for feet.  The first instance was during a trip to the shoe store.  Dale’s eyes seemed to get that far-away look when I took off my shoes to try on a pair of pumps.  He began fidgeting in his seat—that my-crotch-is- uncomfortable kind of squirming.  That sealed it.  I set my sights on putting my foot down.

            Starting off the day with a pedicure at the mall I began pondering my feet trying to see the attraction Dale had.  I’m five-foot, six inches tall and still possessed a petite figure.  Not my hips, unfortunately—childbirth had seen to expand them.  But it gave me curves, a less boyish frame.  While the Asian girl buffed my toe nails I got just a brief understanding of Dale’s obsession.  My feet were slender and my toes were cute—in a roundabout way.  The arch of my foot was reminding me of a low-slung bridge across a small stream.  While the woman began to rub lotion on me I relaxed and planned out my naughty surprise for my husband.


            He came home.  Dale set his lunchbox on the kitchen counter and got a glass out of the cabinet. 

            “Bad day?” I asked.

            “You could say that,” he said filling the cup with water.

            “The kids made it to Mom’s okay.”

            “Good, I was worried.”

            “You look beat—why don’t you take a shower and a nap while I cook dinner?”

            “Sounds like a good plan.”

            No, it doesn’t… I have a much better plan in mind! I thought amid a tremor of excitement.

            Dale kissed me and headed for the bathroom.  Dinner was hard to concentrate on since my arousal at driving my husband crazy and the hot sex we’d have afterwards made my mind wander.  Carousing down erotic lanes I had to bite my lip to keep my attention focused.


            Sitting in the living room watching TV Dale and I talked very little.  He was focused on a news story about a fifteen car pileup on the freeway he used every day to go to work. 

            “Quiet without the kids, isn’t it?” I said, venturing into the start of my seduction.

            “Yeah,” Dale answered, “I forgot what silence sounds like.”

            “Do you really want to watch this?”

            “Not particularly—why, do you have something in mind?”

            Do I? I thought and almost spoke.

            Standing up I offer him my hand, he starts grinning as if he knows what I’m up to.  I try not to laugh because I know what Dale’s thinking is going to happen will be a far cry from reality.  We move to the bedroom.

            Letting go of his hand I start lighting the scented candles I’ve placed around the room.  They smell of jasmine.  I press the play button on the CD player and romantic classical music begins to issue out of the speakers.  He’s moving to kiss me so I let Dale do it.  Our lips meet.  Our tongues begin to dance together and his hands go around my waist.  While the strains of Bach rise I undress him slow and without hurry.

            One button at a time I bare his chest.  Caressing the curly hair he has I’m running my fingers over his pecs and stomach while his breathing increases.  I watch his nostrils flare with every intake of air and his eyes close.  Down I run my hands until I reach his jeans.  Tugging loose his belt I push my left thigh into his legs.  My hip is bumping across the beginnings of his erection.  The snap-sound of his jeans is quickly followed by the rip-tear noise of his descending zipper.  Heat pours out of the opening, wafting across my trembling fingers.  From the top of his underwear I can see the tip of his cock pushing upwards.  He’s hard already.

            The pants hit the floor covering his feet.  I kneel down and he lifts one foot at a time so I can tug off the legs of his jeans.  I make him lift them again so I can remove his socks.  Dale’s hands are on my head, his touch gentle while his fingers wander through my hair.  I pull off his underwear revealing the thatch of black pubic hair curling around the base of his rampant cock.  Marveling at the sight I drink in the twitching head, the jutting veins and the pearly drop of pre-come glistening at the tip.  I want him—in my mouth, pussy and a few other places but I have to tell myself to slow down, to stick to the plan.

            “Been so long since we could take our time,” I hear him say.

            “That’s true,” I reply standing up.

            “Your turn…”

            “No, I’ve got a surprise.  Sit down on the bed, please.”

            He gives me a look of confusion and I’m forced to take his hand and lead him to our bed.  Dale takes a seat and I help him into position.  His back is against the brass headboard, his legs spread apart with his knees straight. 

            “What’s going on here,” Dale says when I show him the soft purple rope I have pulled from under the bed.  I’d bought it at a sex shop a few days ago.

            “Shush,” I tell him, “just play along, okay?”

            “Sure, Zoe.”

            His voice is filled with both a sense of erotic wonderment with just the right arousing sprinkling of nervousness.  Dale’s eyes get a bit wide when I begin to tie his wrists to the brass headboard. 

            “I… um… are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked.

            “Absolutely,” I answer.

            Once he’s secured I pull out a white-and-red bag from a lingerie shop, blow him a kiss and leave the room.  He starts to say something but decides against it. I almost sprint to the bathroom.  Tossing off my clothes and dumping them into the hamper I pull on the pink teddy, tiny thong and slip my feet into the feathery mules I bought.  The pink tips of my painted toenails are jutting out of the provocative shoes.

            “Okay, just relax,” I tell my reflection, “he’s going to like this—trust in yourself.”

            I clomp my way back to the bedroom and present myself with a raised arm, cocked hip and (hopefully) my best sultry smile.  Dale’s gone slightly limp, his prick at half-staff almost touching the scented sheets.

            “Ta-da!” I announce.

            “Oh my… you are so beautiful!” Dale exclaims.  “Is this the surprise?”

            “Part of it.”

            Climbing on the bed I work into position until I’m facing him.  I sway to the music, Bach’s concerto has picked up steam and I begin to caress my breasts to the rhythm.  Through half-closed eyes I see Dale’s interest rise as well as the cock between his legs.  Twisting around I show him the pink slip of fabric running between the swells of my ass-cheeks.  I run a finger from the base of my pussy up through the hills of my bottom before jutting out my hips to push my rear closer to him.  Dale’s breathing, hot and heavy tells me my performance is satisfactory.  Wiggling my ass at him I tug down the thong, slow and seductively.  When my rear is fully exposed I let the thong dangle off my right foot.  That’s when Dale notices the mules I’m wearing.

            “Those shoes,” he says, “when did you buy them?”

            I don’t answer because I want him to wonder, to indulge in visions of me buying even more naughty footwear while he’s at work. Dale leans toward my foot and my underwear but I swing my leg away and slither off the bed.  The thong drops off to parts unknown.  Grinding my hips and running my hands up and down my sides (occasionally over my breasts) I send him into a silenced staring contest between his eyes and my undulating body.  I pluck at my breasts, tweak my nipples and run a finger slowly up the wet labia of my cunt. 

            “Oh, this is so hot!” he breaths out in a sudden husk.

            Tugging at the strings holding the teddy on me I let it slide off.  Now I’m nude except for those shoes.  Climbing back on the bed I drape one leg over each of his and squirm against the sheets.  Dale can’t stop his occasional glance at my mule-encased feet.  I dangle them off my feet, precariously hanging just shy of hitting the mattress.  When he finally sees my painted toes I hear him suck in a ragged, desperate breath.  Laying on my back I push my elbows into the backs of my knees, splaying my legs far apart and putting my feet just above my pussy.  I’m open, vulnerable and Dale’s gasping for air.

            “W-what are you going to… oh s-shit!” he moans when I begin to touch myself.

            I pull apart the lips of my pussy, stroking it gently before circling the outer fringes of myself with one pink nailed finger.  My feet dance in mid-air. 

            “Ooooh,” I groan when I slip a finger into myself. 

            “Z-Zoe,” Dale sighs, “you’re killing me here”

            “Not yet… not by a long shot, baby.”

            His cock is flexing in quick jerking flicks.  He can’t touch himself let alone me so the frustration is mounting.  Dipping another finger into my moist slit I moan and grind on the bed.  Dale is trying to lean towards me, his efforts making the headboard creak and groan.

            I think I have his attention, I laugh to myself.

            Scooting back on the bed I flick off the mules and extend my legs towards him, stroking his face with my feet.  Dale’s eyes close and he heaves out a ragged, excited breath.  Every touch of the balls of my feet against his shaven face causes his cock to bob up and down in a quick jerk. 

            “I figured out something about you I never knew,” I tell him.

            “What,” he replies in a dreamy, hungry voice.

            “You like my feet.”

            I hold them up to his mouth.  Tentatively, like I’m going to either yank them away to tease or because he thinks I’m grossed out he extends his tongue.  I let Dale lick my toes, one at a time.  Having them sucked so lovingly I find I’m aroused by it.  I only giggle when he runs his tongue over the ticklish spot on the soles. 

            “You like this,” I say.

            He doesn’t answer but then I rub them against his chest, dragging them softly to his navel while Dale’s body goes into spastic convulsions.  Sweat is beading on his brow, shoulders and chest and it glistens in the candlelight. 

            “Oooh… yeah,” he moans when my right foot caresses his stiff cock.

            I’m afraid he’s going to cum right there from that single stroke but he manages to hold it off.  His eyes are fixated on my feet as he leans forward when I curl the arches of my feet around the thick shaft of his prick.  I rub them together and run them up his quivering shaft.  At the end I squeeze the tip and let the drop of pre-come ooze between my toes.  Dale is husking for air, deep gasps and lip-quivering exhales send a warm breeze across me feet.

            “You want to cum all over my feet?” I ask, “Want to watch your naughty sperm squishing between my toes?”

            “Yes, oh hell yes,” he groans loudly.

            “I’m going to stroke your cock with my feet until exactly that happens.  Then, since I’ll be so worked up you’ll have to eat my pussy until I cum, agreed?  Then I’ll untie you.”

            “Yes… yes a-anything…”

            I push his prick against his stomach with one foot and rub it.  With my other I begin to stroke his nuts with the ball of my foot.  Dale is gasping for air, moaning soft and low while I play with him.  I manage to spread my big toe apart from the rest and push the tube-shaped bottom of his cock between it. 

            “Ooohh… ah!” he cries out when my other foot rubs the small piece of skin between the base of his cock and his puckered anus. 

Dale raises his legs, bending his knees while spreading himself as far apart as possible so I can toe-thumb his butt while rubbing his prick with my other foot.  He can’t speak—he’s overwhelmed.  My pussy is so damp I can look down and see the sheet beneath my ass is wet with my dripping juices.

            “S-so close… oh Zoe… I’m so c-close,” he gasps.

            Taking my other foot away from his rear I put his cock between my arches and begin to jerk him off.  He’s moaning in primal need.  A deep guttural sound mixed with just the barest hint of a desperate whine.  I feel his prick expand between my arches, his chest thrusting out with every breath while I give him a foot-job.

            “Oh.  Yes.  Oh. Y-yes,” Dale sobs.  “Zoe… make me c-c-cum!”

            The time has arrived and I feel the jerking tremor rising up through his cock and just before he shoots I cover the head of his cock with my toes. 

            “Y-y-yes!” he cries out loudly.

            Warm, thick shots of his sperm squirt out between my toes and hit him on the chest.  Each spew from him grow stronger and covers more of my feet until I’m stickily anointed from ankle to toe.  Dale’s body lunges forward with every spastic cum-shot and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.  Only a soft whine escapes his clenched, white lips.

            With a few final spurts he’s done having given me his all.  Dale opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep moan when I begin to suck my toes clean.  Luck for him I’m still as flexible as I was when I was a gymnast back in high school.  As I tongue away the salty-sweet dollops of his seed I find myself desperate for any sort of sexual release.  My pussy is literally thumping with pulsating need.

            “That was fun,” I tell him.

            “N-now what?” he asked.

            I stand up and slide one leg at a time over his shoulders and put my hands on his head. 

            “You’re gonna eat me out until I get off,” I say.

            I know I’ll be sore by Monday when I go to pick the kids up at the airport but I don’t care because the magic is back in our sex life. Feeling like my heart has dropped near my cunt, the thundering beat of it centered on my wet pussy I begin to untie him.  Filing away his reaction to my toeing his butt I put this away for future reference.  Dale starts devouring my excited, throbbing pussy and I let out a long moan.

            “L-lick me slowly,” I say with a shudder, “we’ve got all weekend.”

Buzz Cut

AUTHOR’S NOTE; This is a story of erotica.  If you are under the age of eighteen LEAVE NOW!  I started a small novella I was going to call “The Sex Games Married People Play” but never got around to it.  Here’s a story from it.       

     The kids were asleep in their room upstairs.  It was a school night and Brian and I had plans—naughty plans.  As an Air Force officer’s wife we’d moved around a lot but this base had a wonderful house for us to live in.  Complete with three rooms, two baths and a finished basement which is where I found him standing naked.

            “Brian!” I exclaimed, “What did you do to yourself?”

            He just laughed and waggled his cock at me.  I had no idea when he did it but his entire groin was shaved bald.  Brian’s nutsack was dangling just below his long prick which was standing at semi-attention.  Then I noticed his chest was shorn too.

            “Come here, Sandy,” he said.

            Taking my hand he escorted me to a weightlifting bench.  Slow and seductively he undressed me in the soft glow of the dimmed lights.  He was taller than me, his cock, at half-staff was rubbing against my belly button. 

            “Take a seat,” he said.

            I started to sit down and he lifted my legs so my feet sat in the metal holders the bar-bells sat in.  Then he uncovered a bucket of steaming water, a can of shaving cream, a pair of electric clippers and a disposable razor.

            “Brian,” I said nervously, “what are you up to?”

            “I want to see your all of your pussy so I’m shaving it,” he answered.

            Using the clippers he buzzed my cunt’s mane short making it resemble the hair of a raw recruit in boot camp.  The rapid vibration of the clippers, Brian’s fingers pushing and spreading the delicate folds of my labia aroused me to no end.  I could feel my pussy getting wet and as I watched my husband work through the valley between my trembling breasts I realized I wanted his dick buried into me—now. 

            Putting aside the clippers he lathered up my groin, his digits smearing thick, soft foam from my navel, across my pussy and along the sides of my thighs were they met my crotch. 

            “Hold still, Sandy,” he said, “we don’t want any accidents.”

            The first stroke of the razor sent shuddering sensations followed quickly by a cool breeze across the shorn skin.  I heard the rasp as it cleared away the hair.  Carefully he went about his task.  Each touch of the razor making me whimper and moan.  His breath was whooshing across me, heating my beaver temporarily before the menthol chill raised goose bumps on my shaved skin.  I tried not to watch but found I couldn’t.  My labia was chilled, hungry and hating the emptiness it felt. 

            “Please,” I said, “hurry up, Brian. I need you… need you in me.”

            “Don’t worry, my love,” he said, “you’ll get it soon enough.”

            He smiled and went back to work.  Wiping away the foam he reapplied more and came at the stubble-filled problem from another angle.  I started to fondle my breasts, tweaking my nipples and wiggling them.  I was trying in heated desperation to get his attention away from shaving my pussy and fucking it instead. 

            The towel came out again and Brian wiped me clean, the increased desire making me so tender the fluffy fabric felt like sandpaper.  I squirmed and my movements made the weight bench creak. 

            “All done,” Brian said, “I never realized how cute your pussy was.”

            “It is?” I said.

            I took his hand again and he led me to a full-length mirror.  Standing behind me he stroked the smooth flesh between my legs, parting it and letting me see the blushing pink opening just beneath the folds.  My clit was protruding past the flowery petals like some strange blossom.  I hadn’t seen myself this way since before I reached puberty.  Like most girls I couldn’t wait to grow pubic hair.  Like your first period it was a sign of passage from being a girl and becoming a woman.  Now I was bald again.

            “See?” my husband said.

            “It’s… almost like a rose,” I replied.

            “Dripping with dew, blushing at its nakedness.  I’m in awe of your gorgeous pussy, Sandy.”

            He knelt down and I spread my legs.  In the mirror’s reflection I saw his hand appear between my thighs to caress me.  Squatting shallowly I stared while he inserted a finger into my warm, wet depths.  He swirled it around stirring up my need.  I kept watching my reflection.  Another digit joined the first. Then another and a fourth until I was gasping.  My breasts, heavy and nipple-erect were bouncing in the silvered glass.  He spread my labia again.  Brian’s fingers were slick with my juices and gleaming in the soft light. 

            “Please,” I said, “don’t tease me anymore.”

            “I can’t help it,” he remarked.

            Wiggling his way between my legs I saw his face appear in the mirror and bit my lip as the first caress of his tongue across my smooth pussy occurred.  Brian dove right until all I could see of his face was his chin.

            “I can get to every little nook and cranny now,” Brian mumbled into my pussy.

            “Yes… I know,” I said with hot gasps, “I-I’m watching you… eat me… it’s so… exciting to see it from… this angle.”

            I let myself gaze down to see Brian was slowly stroking his cock while he dined on me.  It hung in his fist, still semi-limp but growing longer, thicker and redder with ever caress. 

            I want it… I want his cock, I thought, want it in my mouth, my pussy and between my tits.

            The cunt-lapping I was receiving began to weaken my knees.  They shook like unsupported poles during a windstorm as Brian ate me out.  He tugged at his cock, drank in my snatch and teased my legs with the occasional stroke of his free hand. 

            “S-stop,” I said in a husking voice, “can’t take it… want to touch you, lick you and suck you.”

            He stood up and I knelt down before he could fully stand.  His cock became engorged until reaching its full length as I jacked him off.  His flesh was smooth and white from where the hair had been removed.  Like a sunbather who’d forgotten to expose a part of himself to the hot rays on the beach he was lily white down there.  I stared as his nuts coiled up against the base of his cock almost disappearing from view. I brushed my fingers all over the untanned flesh making him squirm a bit.  Running my lips across the sensitive bottom of him prick I heard him moan soft and low. 

            “That’s nice, Sandy,” he said.

            “How about this?” I asked.

            “Ah!  Your tonguing my balls… Ooooh that feels s-strange.”

            “How about this?”

            “Oh…f-f-fuck… how… how’d you… d-do that?”

            All ten inches of Air Force colonel cock was in my mouth, the tip dangling halfway down my throat.  I gulped a few times, tried breathing through my nose but I found I couldn’t.  Working my tongue around his cock, making my gullet muscles flex I discovered I had the Colonel’s undivided attention.

            “Don’t… g-g-gag,” he groaned, “Don’t want you… to… choke on my… c-cock.”  

            I didn’t care.  I wanted him hard, ready and into my pussy as fast as I could get it.  His hands went to the sides of my face and he eased his prick out of my mouth and throat. 

            “What are you…,” I started to ask when he picked me up, and spun me upside down. 

            Once again I was facing his cock.  Wrapping my legs around his neck I sobbed out in a loud desperate tone when he began eating my pussy again.  Not letting him get the better of me I started sucking him off again.  His arms around my waist, my legs curled behind his head and the big dick in my mouth kept us together.

            Then I glanced at the mirror.

            My long black hair was almost touching the carpet.  I could see his face buried in my bald pussy and the big cock between my lips. 

            Oh my god… it’s so  fucking hot! I thought.

            My tits were squashed against his torso, they bulged outward each time I sank my face against his smooth groin.  I sucked, sucked and sucked Brian’s prick until he began to kneel.  Amazed at the power of his body, even after all these years it never ceases to impress me. 

            I crawled off him, still keeping his cock in my mouth.  Letting it pop out when he said,” Let’s fuck like maniacs.”

            He laid down and I went to straddle him when Brian motioned to me with a twirling finger I was to let him spoon me.  Lifting my leg I saw him slip his meat into my beaver. 

            “Oooh… yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I groaned happily.

            I watched his prick in the mirror as it was stuffed in and then pulled out of my lip-like folds.  His hand was caressing my right tit while I stared in utter fascination.  I was filled to the brim and then emptied, the gleam of wet, hard cock slipping into my shaved beaver was making me hornier than I’ve ever been before.  But just as my orgasm neared, Brian pulled out.

            Pulling me into his lap and facing away from him I aimed by pussy at his prick..  Squatting on his cock I looked into the mirror just in time to see it push past my outer folds and sink into my pussy.

            “Oh…fuck,” I managed to stammer.

            Pulling me back by the shoulders Brian bent me so it looked like a flesh-colored snake was slithering into my snatch from below.  I humped him hard. Not knowing if it was his saliva or my wetness making both his hairless dick and my shaved beaver to gleam like they’d be sprinkled with diamond dust. I never knew how beautiful my wet pussy could be.  It was hot pink, flushed and happily stuffed with Brian’s cock.  Each grind of my ass, push and pull of my hips made my husband’s meat appear and disappear in my pussy.  I was enthralled by the sight.

            “Oh Brian!” I exclaimed, “It’s so fucking hot… you should see it… oh I wish you… could see you c-cock in my pink, pretty pussy.”

            “Sexy isn’t it?” he said.  “I get that view every time we make love.”

            “Oh look at it go in… oh so very far in… n-now it’s coming out.”

 “I wanted you to see what it looks like.”

“It’s so beautiful!”

“Play with yourself. I want you to see what I see when you have an orgasm.”

            His hands where placed on my shoulder blades, I immediately reached down to stroke my clit and the base of his prick.  Instead of watching my fingers I kept looking at my flushed face, my shivering tits and my undulating stomach.  Each ending bump of Brian’s cock sinking to the end of my beaver sent earthquake-like shivers throughout my body.  The top of my pussy was bulging, I fully expected Brian’s prick to appear out from my navel.  I didn’t have to watch or rub for long. 

            “Oh.. shit.. oh, shit,” I started to sob, “I’m going to… going to c-c-cum!”

            My mouth formed an O-like shape.  My eyelids opened up wide as I saw my body begin to shake, my stomach muscles flexing in spastic ecstasy as the wave of my orgasm swept through me.  My hairless beaver was beet red and soaking wet.  I kept on riding Brian’s cock and my own climax.  The sudden explosion receded down to a dull throb and eventually faded away. 

            “Please cum,” I told him.  “Please cum for me!”

            “I’m close… so close to… it,” he answered.

            I leaned back farther and saw only my eyes, lolling tits, shaking tummy and the big prick snaking in and out of my pussy.  I felt him thicken.   The sight of our lovemaking gave me an idea.

            I had to see him drench my shaved snatch.

            “Oh… close… so close,” Brian muttered, “going to cum… cum so h-hard.”

            I quickened my pace, jamming myself down on his prick.  I was so sensitive each stroke made my breath catch in my throat.  But I had to get him off.  Sweat gleamed on my tits, shoulders and brow.  I was working harder than ever to make my husband cum.  As his groans turned to deep grunts of impending release I let him pop out of my bald beaver and squirt his warm load all over my navel, clit and pussy.

            “Oh god…yes!” he cried out.

            Spurt after spurt jetted out of his cock and onto my cool, smooth skin.  The first shot deposited a dollop of pearly goodness on my left nipple.  I scooped it up and licked my finger clean.  Settling for a single morsel of Brian’s cum I watched his orgasm continue.  He came across my belly button and I let it run down coating his shaft and circling my pussy.  Each spurt landed somewhere different.  One final shot filled my navel and I wiped it clean as well.  I savored his salty taste.

            I knew later on after we’d rested I’d let him fuck me again.  But this time I promised myself he’d get to watch in the mirror as his smooth snake invaded my bald beaver. 

            Who knew personal hygiene could be so arousing?