Your wife and her best friend have known each other since ju..

Your wife and her best friend have known each other since junior high. They share everything, and you have gotten used to her constantly being around. Your wife has always been the "responsible" one, and her friend... well she always seems to be caught up in some love life issue your wife is called on to help resolve. You don't mind too much when she comes over. Gives you some time to yourself. The one thing that gets to you - she is always wearing shoes that show off her feet, even in winter, her toes are always out. You assume she knows about your affinity for feet. Your wife and her are so close, it has to have been shared at some point. You remember when you first started giving your wife foot rubs. How amazing it felt to finally have her feet in your lap after months of just staring at them nervously. You always knew about your foot fetish, but you never thought you would find someone who would accept it. Yet, your wife had been accepting of you on so many levels. This was the last piece of yourself you were almost, finally, ready to show. That was, until one night, she felt your cock stirring with her feet in your hands. She asked you if you had a fetish, looking confused and disgusted. You admitted, hoping she might endulge you, or at least let you keep rubbing her feet. You were much more disappointed than you thought you would be, when she said the massages would be as far as it would go. You convinced yourself you were lucky to even have someone who would let you massage their feet regularly... ...but you knew your wife shared this story with her best friend. Thats what they do right? And yet... ...and yet her best friend puts her feet out, to be looked at, constantly. With out any shame. Truth be told, you almost always have to fuck your wife after her bff leaves, the display of her friend's toes and arches makes your cock so hard it aches. Even if you are in the other room, you know her toes are painted, and they are out. On a couple occasions, you stroked in the bathroom, while she was in the house, because you needed the release. And you don't even like the woman that much! You don't hate her, but you love your wife! If your wife would only endulge you! She even stopped getting pedicures after the massage incident! What are you supposed to do when her friend keeps her toes so brightly painted?!? With toe rings and anklets?! You can't control what it does to your cock! It's Valentine's Day and you are thinking about this as you pull up to a hotel where your wife's friend is staying. You smile to yourself at how bad that sounds. But you're here because your wife asked you to be here. Apparently her friend went on some tinder date that didn't go well and the guy followed her to her hotel. Normally this sort of thing your wife and you would do together, but your wife is out of town because her mother is sick. So here you are alone. You pull into the hotel parking lot. You wonder what color her toes are painted. You turn off the car, and look at the text with her room number. 504. You imagine knocking on the door, her little barefoot feet on the other side, arching as she stands on her toes to look through the peep hole. You hurry through the lobby to the elevator, as the idea of her toes pressing into the carpet, has your cock starting to fill. You hope you will be in the elevator alone. You try to think of other things as the elevator pings up each floor. Two. Three. Four. Five. But your cock stays semi awake. You get to the door and adjust yourself. Hoping she doesn't notice. You knock and the door opens. Her hot pink toes in hot red heels. She is practically naked. Your prior adjustment was pointless. Your cock is raging. You consider not following her in but your legs move with out your brain's consent. When you are finally inside, she does nothing to cover herself, nothing to stop your eyes from traveling over every inch of exposed skin. You tell her this is inappropriate. What is she doing? She needs to put something on. It's not right. What would his wife think? That is her friend. She looks at you a bit ashamed, and admits to wanting you. She tells you she sees how you look at her feet. As she talks she touches her legs, her breasts, her pussy, slowly hypnøtizing you with her body and her feet. Even though you try to say no, try to resist, try to be a good husband, she knows exactly what you want. She removes her sexy red heel, and puts her soft sole to your face, and tells you to kiss. You give in as she handcuffs you to the bed, and are lost beneath her soles and her toes as she strokes your throbbing cock, and shows you how much you could really enjoy your fetish. Homewrecker valentine