Susan’s Closet
The party was being held on the main level of the sprawling new suburban house. The stereo was playing funky new-age jazz, the wine was flowing and the guest were mingling. I used the excuse to my wife of having to use the bathroom to slip away and explore the host’s large mansion like home. The couple that was hosting the social event were both prominent people in the community and close friends of my wife and I. Kevin was a physician and his wife Susan was a trial lawyer. This combination of careers was the reason for the expensive home, fancy cars and expensive wardrobe. I wondered through the home exploring the various rooms and checking out the couples stuff. Susan was an attractive lady in her late forties, not thin but the curves were all in the right places, and she knew how to use the expensive clothing and shoes to her advantage. I had fantasized about her on many occasions and spent every opportunity presented to me to capture mental pictures of what I considered her sexy feet. Susan always wore expensive designer leather heels, flats, loafers, clogs, and in the warmer months flip-flops.
As I wondered down the hall of the third floor I slowly opened the door to the master suite and looked inside. It was empty so I slipped inside shutting the door behind me. The lights were dimmed and a few candles were lit giving a warm soft glow to the large room. I looked around and saw a corner fireplace, hot tube and king sized bed. Around the corner of the L-shaped room was the extra large bathroom and the separate his and her dressing rooms. Feeling the slight effects of the wine I entered Susan’s dressing room and walked to the back wall which contained a floor to ceiling custom shoe rack. All of Susan’s designer shoes were on display before me flip-flops on the lower shelves and the spike heels on the higher shelves. This was almost Mecca for me, the objects of many mental fantasies there before me. I leaned closer and inhaled deeply filling my lungs with the rich aroma of the leather mixed with the sweet famine perspiration of Susan’s feet. The fragrant smells touched off erotic chemicals in my brain. I closed my eyes picturing Susan’s sexy feet in the shoes and felt my cock stiffen.
With the large crowd down two floors having a good time, I figured why not have a good time up here, and besides when would I every have an opportunity like this again. I scanned the rows of shoes and picked out four pairs that I found particularly stimulating. Leather wedge flip-flops, classic black leather pumps, distressed brown leather clogs, and a pair of tan leather flat slides. I arranged the shoes in a semi-circle in front of me removed my pants dropped to my knees and started masturbating.
I was totally lost in self masturbatory pleasure kissing, licking, and inhaling the wonderful aroma of Susan’s shoes. The daring erotic masturbation session I was having came to a stone wall stop as I heard Susan’s voice say, “well this is where you have been hiding.” Upon hearing Susan’s voice I shot my load of cum, spraying it all over the pair of distressed brown leather clogs, then almost passed out from the intense orgasm. I was caught, masturbating, in Susan’s closet, she saw me shoot a load of cum on her expensive clogs and I had no way of explaining or lying my way out of the situation.
Susan just stared down at me and said, “Nice load David, think you can do it again?” Not believing what I just herd, I tried to say something while the end of my marriage, and career flashed before me. Susan slipped her sexy foot out of her expensive designer leather wedge slide and rubbed my shrinking cock with it. While she played with my cock with her bare foot she asked again in a seductive playful voice, “would you like to masturbate for the real thing and cum on my feet, that is if you think you can?” My cock was already getting hard again as I managed to say yes.
As Susan’s perfect size 6.5 foot played with my cock, I was getting lost in this totally erotic fantasy come true. She looked so sexy standing there one hand leaning on the wall and the other holding her wine glass and smiling as She rubbed her foot on my cock. She stopped the foot job long enough to sit down on a chair and crossed her legs. Susan smiled at me and said, “I always knew you had a foot fetish by the way you were always staring at my feet.” “Now prove it” she said. “Worship my feet” she said in a commanding trial lawyer tone of voice. She did not need to ask me twice and I bend forward and lavishly kissed and licked her bare foot. Her foot was warm and moist as I inhaled the delightful aroma, which triggered a rock-hardening response in my cock. Susan made soft deep sighs in response to my foot worship, and told me to switch feet. She crossed her other leg and presented her shoe clad foot to me. I kissed her shoe and with total respect removed her shoe revealing her warm moist sexy foot and proceeded to worship with animal like abandon. Susan responded by closing her eyes and cooing softly. Susan broke her trance by telling me that we might be noticed for being away to long. I did not want this sexual event to end, but Susan looked down at me and told me to masturbate and cum on her feet. Not wanting to disappoint her I wrapped my hand around my cock and masturbated for her feet. It did not take very long until I told Susan to hold her sexy little feet out, which she did, and I shot my second load of cum for the evening all over Susan’s petite feet. I was so sexually happy when I watched Susan slipping her cum covered feet back into her leather shoes and telling me to give her a five minutes head start downstairs. She kissed and thanked me and then walked out of the room.
I got dressed and went into the bathroom to splash water on my face still not believing what just happened. I took my time returning to the party and when I entered the room I walked directly to the bar and got a glass of red wine. As I drank my wine I spotted Susan and my wife sitting next to each other talking and laughing. They spotted me and both of them waved me over to where they were sitting. As I approached the two ladies, Susan had her legs crossed dangling one of her expensive leather wedge slides off of her foot that I had cum on only minutes prior. The site of Susan dangling her shoe started my cock twitching again the closer I came to the two ladies. I sat down next to my wife and across from Susan who expertly teased me with her shoe dangling. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the shoe show Susan was giving me. After several minutes of small talk I could tell my wife had drank a decent amount of wine, because she was talking and laughing rather freely. All of a sudden my wife asked me how I though she would look in a pair of shoes like the ones Susan had on? I swallowed a gulp of wine and said, “I think you would look great in them honey.” Susan agreed with me and suggested that my wife try them on. I was dumb struck, scared, and could not believe why Susan would suggest that knowing that my cum must still be wet in her leather shoes. Susan slipped her leather wedge slides off and pushed them over to my wife, who kicked her shoes off and slid Susan’s leather wedge slides on. I was about ready to run out of the room in order to save my live, since I was looking down and could still see moist cum on Susan’s feet. My wife stood up and said, “They really make me taller, and they are very soft and comfortable.” She sat back down and repeated the dangling show Susan had put on and commenting to Susan about how easily the shoes dangled. Was I going crazy, my cock was hard again my wife was wearing Susan’s shoes that I had just cum in and we were all talking casually? My cum was very visible on Susan’s feet and the aroma of fresh cum started to linger in the air. “Why don’t you borrow them,” Susan told my wife and the ladies agreed and kept on chatting.
The evening was coming to an end so my wife and I said our good-byes and drove home. We arrived home and both of us prepared for bed, but when I came out of the bathroom my wife was sitting of the side of the bed naked and dangling Susan’s designer shoe from her foot. She looked straight at me and said, “These shoes need a refill.” I stopped in my tracks and could say anything. “Well” my wife said to me, “get on your knees and masturbate another load for these shoes and my feet.” “But first”, she said, “clean my feet with your mouth, I want all the dried cum off and my feet clean and ready for a fresh hot load of cum.” Was this really happening? This night just kept getting better and better. I dropped to my knees and did just as my wife had asked. But, instead of shooting my load of cum on my wife’s feet she held Susan’s shoes up for me and had me cum into the shoes.
She sat the cum filled shoes next to the bed and said, “I must take these back to Susan this week and thank her for letting me borrow them.” I kissed my wife and told her to make sure she also thanked Susan for me as I lowered my head to her pussy and proceeded to give her oral pleasure until she was satisfied.
Then End.
by David Jones