by Greg
I love worshiping my husband’s feet. In our time together, besides our home, I have worshiped his feet in thirty states, two countries, hotel rooms galore, and even in both of our parents’ homes.
We have a morning routine that works out fairly well. Usually I wake up first. I put the coffee on, bring two cups of coffee in the bedroom, kiss him good morning, and then move down to his feet and kiss them good morning. Being at the feet of the man you love is a great way to start each day.
Scott’s a city planner. I’m Greg, and I’m co-owner of a small public relations business. Recently, we were excited because we would both be having lunch together at a Chamber of Commerce event. As I entered and signed in at the restaurant, I saw that Scott was just walking in the door.
We sat down, and he told me he had walked to the restaurant since his office is less than a block away and that he had been on his feet all day. He said his feet were killing him from all the walking he had done already today. Then in a seductive voice he said, “My foot slave will be busy when I walk in the door this evening.” He then winked at me. I then noticed he was wearing his burgundy penny loafers and nylon socks, which always make me extremely horny.
I got home about an hour before Scott, walked our dog, and then stripped down to my Calvin Klein briefs, which I usually wear during foot worshiping. The whole time I couldn’t help thinking about Scott’s feet in those nylon socks and how nylon socks make his feet really damp and sometimes let off a pungent odor. My dick kept getting harder and harder while waiting for our fun to begin. Time seemed to be slowly passing by, I guess because I desperately wanted to be at my husband’s beautiful and sexy size 11 feet.
Scott walked through the door and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. He then sat down in his high back, overstuffed chair. I removed his loafers and took deep whiffs, letting out moans and smiling as I sniffed my husband’s foot sweat embedded in them. Reaching for the ottoman to place his feet on, he planted his socked right foot to my face for me to sniff. “Take deep whiffs foot slave,” he told me.
He rubbed his right foot up and down my face soon telling me to lick his socks and continue taking deeper whiffs. He soon switched feet on me, and I continued doing the same thing to his left foot. Those black socks were so damp and vinegary to the taste, and I lapped up every drop I could. Soon I was licking and smelling these moist socks and massaging Scott’s feet. A few minutes later, I was sucking his toes through his socked feet.
Removing his socks, Scott took them, smelled them, and commented at how bad they smelled. He then said, “I bet you’ll love this smell, won’t you, foot slave?” I said, “Yes Sir.”
He rolled them up and held them up to my nose again saying how bad they smelled and telling me to take deep breaths to cherish their smell. “I bet my foot slave wishes we could bottle their smell, and you could wear it as your cologne?” Between whiffs, I said, “Yes Sir, I do.”
I then started to lick the soles of his feet. Those nylon socks really gave them a tasty, tart, overpowering smell that drives me wild. I sucked the heel of his foot and continued licking his soles clean. While doing this, Scott removed his slacks for me to see that he was wearing his blue Speedo. His blue Speedo and his tanned body always make him look so sexy. He had planned this all along.
I moved up to his toes and licked his toe jam. Tasty! I moved to the front of his right foot and licked away the sweat as he wiggled his toes to tease me. I kissed and licked each of his toenails and sucked each of his toes individually. He was telling me which toe or toes to suck on. At the same time, he used his foot to stroke my already hard dick. I kept sucking his toes, at times having all of them in my mouth. At one point he’d tell me to put a particular toe in my mouth and just keep it there. Eventually, he would tell me to suck on it.
Switching to Scott’s left foot and moving to those scrumptious toes, Scott switched feet and continued rubbing his feet on my dick. Sucking his big toes was a real treat, since for some reason they emitted the strongest odor, and I kept watching his dick getting harder. At one point both of his big toes were fucking my mouth as he kept pumping his own dick getting it harder and harder.
Soon, I moved my mouth to his dick. I reached it just in time to swallow his salty and warm cum. I then licked his dick clean. He then said, “Ok foot slave, you have permission to cum.” I thanked him and stroked my own dick, which took about twelve seconds before I shot my own load as well.
He then put his blue Speedo back on, and I once again kissed his feet. After washing and drying his feet, I rubbed moisturizing lotion on them and gave him a foot massage. Finally, he nodded in approval, and I was given permission to kiss the tops and bottoms of each of his toes and each of his toenails before putting a pair of flip-flops on them.
We then kissed and walked towards our bedroom. One thing led to another, and let me just say that later that evening I had a hard time both walking and sitting down. What can I say; I love my husband’s feet?
