So, I might have a foot fetish. I’m not attracted by feet; I just like the feeling of my own feet being played with. My husband has never expressed an interest in feet, but he does like to please me. Taking advantage of this fact, last Sunday, I was incredibly horny and couldn’t get the fantasy of having my feet played with while I masturbated out of my head. It had honestly become a need more than a want.

It was late in the evening, and I was in the shower. It was a long day, I was exhausted and horny. I ran my fingers over my pussy as the hot water hit my body, begging for a release. Nothing was working for me; I knew what I needed, but until that point, I was too shy to ask. With my frustration at a maximum, enough is enough i said to myself. No more games, we are making this fantasy a reality tonight.

Turning off taps in the shower, I hopped out and dried myself off in a hurried fashion. My mind was set; I wasn’t backing down now. Wrapping my towel around my body, I considered calling my husband to the bedroom but decided against it; I needed to approach him.

I walked into the living room, where my husband was lying on the couch watching TV. He looked over at me, with my towel wrapped around my body and damp hair approaching him. “What’s up?” he asked. I tapped on his legs to motion for him to sit up so I could sit on the couch, which he does. Then in my most serious and deliberate of tones, I said “I'm so fucking horny and I want you to suck on my toes while I make myself cum. Can you do that for me?”

A period of silence followed as he contemplated what I had just said. Deciding to take the initiative, I raised my right foot in the air, resting it just in front of his face. At this stage, we’ve entered a staring contest and I knew I wasn’t going to be blinking. Still in silence, he snatches my foot that’s in front of his face and plants a few small kisses on the top of my foot. A shiver goes through my body as I lean back and move my hand down to my pussy, catching his eye.

His attention moves to my toes, kissing each one of them. I let out my first moan as I continued to finger myself. Taking my moan as encouragement, he slides my pinkie toe into his mouth and starts to suck on it. I let out a loud moan this time; my fantasy was being realized. He doesn’t stay on the pinkie toe for long, moving from toe to toe, sucking on each. The feeling of his tongue and the warmth from his mouth on my toes made me shiver with excitement.

Seeing the pleasure on my face encouraged him to continue on. Returning to my pinkie toe and starting the process again. “Don’t forget about the other foot” I said, raising my left foot up to his face. He pulls my right foot away and drops it before snatching my left foot. Repeating what he did to my right foot now on my left one, I go back to focusing on myself. Increasing the pace at which I rub my clit, I can feel an orgasm building. All the frustration from the day washing away as I fingered myself furiously. My husband could sense that I was close. Speaking his first words to me since I sat down, he asks “Are you going to cum, baby?”. My moans turn to cries of joy as I feel the orgasm hit. I shake uncontrollably for a few seconds, and the tightness in my muscles disperses. I am in heaven.

I sit there in my post-orgasm bliss, looking up at the ceiling. Regaining my composure, I look back at my husband, who is just staring at me, this time with a smile. “Feel better?” he asks, laughing to himself. I lean forward and give him a kiss as a reward. “I feel great; I’m going to bed. I love you.” As I make my exit.