A foot-loving couple indulges in their favorite fetish — proving they’re the perfect pair.

I love warm weather. Warm weather is a guarantee that I’ll get laid often and well. David loves my feet. Literally. And warm weather is pedicure season.

I get pedicures like clockwork, and I have a husband who never utters a peep about the price. I like to get the unusual colors. I like to watch him suck each toe into his mouth while his cock stands at attention. I love the groans and moans that come out of him as he massages my feet. And I adore the thrumming in my pussy that’s almost unbearable when he finally fucks me.

I put my car in park and ran into the salon for my weekly appointment. Tammy was reading a magazine when I walked in and she glanced up.

“I don’t know why you come so often. Your last one still looks great.”

I looked down at my pretty feet in my pretty sandals and tried not to laugh at the come-so-often comment. I wiggled my toes and smiled. “It’s fun, I guess. It relaxes me. I like to keep it fresh.”

As in, when I get home, David is going to make a beeline for my feet and within the hour I’d be coming so hard and often that this pedicure would be worth every damn penny.

Tammy pointed to a bundle of pretty nail polish bottles and said, “The all-new group.”

I started to look through them. I took a picture and texted it to David. I smiled, knowing just seeing the bottles would get his dick hard. I pulled out a metallic polish that looked like stainless steel.

“Oh… I like this one!”

She smiled. “Somehow I knew you would. So, your man, is he like” — she put my feet in warm soapy water as I continued to look through the colors — “a foot guy? Like, um… ”

I laughed. “So you figured me out. Yes, my dear, I am going to get a good and proper drilling when I get home.”

“How about something different, then?”

I cocked an eyebrow just as I ran my fingers over a bottle of shiny black lacquer. “Like what?”

“Well, let’s see. Half and half with a twist.”

“Tell me more.”

She took the black from me and the stainless-steel color. “Now pick one more.”

I picked a popping cherry red.

“Good. How about I alternate silver and black but on each foot, one is red. Isn’t color important? I mean, a turn-on.”

Her eyes were shiny.

I nodded. “Yes. We can do that. But don’t alternate. Mix it up more than that.”

She nodded her agreement and started to work on my feet. “So, Tammy,” I asked, “did you happen to find yourself a foot guy?”

She blushed and then she started to gush about this guy as she made my pretty feet prettier.

Before I left, I took a picture of my pretty new feet with the wedges between my toes. Only a minute ticked by before I received a return text from David: a picture of his hard cock with his hand wrapped around the base.

I smiled. Only a few hours before he’d return from work.

At home, I waited, walking around barefoot to admire my toes. I had Tammy paint the last three toes on each foot a certain color. The left foot was black, the right foot was silver. The second toe was the alternate color. The big toe of each foot was a cherry red. It was unusual and cute and I liked it a lot. I had a feeling David would, too.

I heard his car door, and my heart skipped a beat. I had the door unlocked and he rushed in and grabbed me, pulled me in, and kissed me hard. Then he looked down at my feet and pushed my hand against the hard-on that tented his pants.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked. “Get down there and show them some love.”

He grunted, dropped to his knees, bent over, and began to kiss the tops of my feet… and then my toes. His hand kept straying to his cock, stroking it through his work slacks. My pussy went wet and ready just watching him, because I knew how hard that cock was. How turned-on he was. How good it would be when he drove into me and fucked me.

His tongue came next. He dragged his tongue down each line where toe met toe. “Toe cleavage,” he called it. He lapped at the top of the joint, and it brought a rush of pleasure to me. Every touch of his tongue held the promise of even greater pleasure.

“Sit, sit,” he said.

I went to the recliner and put my feet up. Literally. He pulled his cock out of his fly and gave it a few desperate, vigorous tugs. The tip was rosy, leaking pre-come, and the sight made me touch myself, sliding my finger beneath my dress and beneath my cotton panties. I was wet. I spread that wetness over my clit.

He started to suck my toes. One at a time. “Start with cherry red,” he whispered almost to himself.

His tongue slid along the length of my perfectly pedicured toe, and then he ran his tongue over the tip repeatedly, provoking a shiver. Goose bumps raced up my leg as I rubbed my clit a little harder.

“I might have to come before we even get to the fucking,” I said. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

He smiled up at me as he spread my toes and went on to the second. “Do whatever you have to do.” He went down on that toe and I plunged a finger into my pussy. I had no idea when he’d first confessed this foot love to me that I’d get into it, too, that I’d get off on how much he got off on it.

David moved to the third, running his strong fingers along my foot’s arch. My hips rose up; my breath rushed out of me. The firm touch on my insole coupled with his slick mouth sucking on my toe made me push another finger inside my cunt. I curled my toes, wiggled them, and moved them against all the tender spots. Then I was back at swirling my fingertip over my clitoris as he enveloped the last three toes at once.

He sucked them, flicking his tongue against my skin. He cupped my foot in both hands and rubbed, effortlessly working out any knots or kinks from the day.

When David touched my feet, I damn near came. I was so conditioned.

“Ready for the other foot?”

I nodded, humming softly.

He started the process on the other foot, his warm mouth enveloping my big toe. He drew on it hard and the sensation snaked up my legs to my center. I rubbed my clit a little faster.

“I like the black,” he said softly, moving to the second toe. His tongue traced the entire thing before he finally sucked it into his mouth.

His fingertips scraped along my arch, and I jumped. The dull but prickly sensation made my pussy pound.

I pushed my fingers into my cunt, curled my fingers, grinded my clit against the heel of my hand, and came just as he sucked my final three toes into his mouth. He wagged his tongue and chuckled.

“I had the door unlocked and he rushed in and grabbed me, pulled me in, and kissed me hard.”

“In the table,” David said, pushing the footrest down so that I returned to an upright position. My panties were skewed to the side, my dress up around my hips. He tugged my panties off and drew them down my legs. I found the jar and handed it to him.

His rigid cock still stuck out of his fly, and I attempted to reach down and unbutton his pants. “Leave it for now,” he said.

I sat back and watched him spread coconut oil over my feet. My eyes kept going to his cock. Thick, hard, long… ready. I wanted it so bad. But then his fingers began to dig into the tender tight places on my feet and pleasure flooded my system. I groaned.

“Good?” He ran his knuckle up the center of my foot, making my leg shimmy.

“Excellent.”

He kept running his knuckles along the lines of my feet. Every few strokes he’d arch up and rub his cock along the coconut oil. Feeling that satin-steel length sent jolts of anticipation through me.

He smiled at me, squeezing and milking each toe with his strong hands. When I felt boneless on that side, he moved to the other foot. This time, before massaging it, he dragged the tip of his cock down the cleavage between each toe. I watched his face, its intensity and arousal.

He finally let go of my leg long enough to unbutton his pants and remove them. He continued stripping his clothes, watching me, sitting there with my dress up around my waist.

I kept eye contact and reached into the bodice of my dress and pulled my breasts free so they were visible.

His eyes sparkled. He was so pleased. Without a word, he got back on his knees and worked a wad of coconut oil into my right foot. I moaned as his rigid fingers worked all the kinks out.

My body felt loose and liquid.

“Now?” I asked, wriggling in the chair.

David held out his hand. I took it.

“Now.” He helped me up and scooped me up in his arms. “Your feet are slick, lover.” He walked to our bedroom as I tried to stay still. I was so excited for the next part. Pedicure days command a whole ritual of sex, a lovely parade of pleasures that lead to a dramatic ending.

In the bedroom, he sat me down in front of the closet. “What are you feeling today?”

“Flat,” he said. “Flirty.”

I nodded and pushed back the door. My shoes were arranged in categories. Boots, heels, wedges, flats, sandals, flip-flops, slippers. David helped me keep them neat and tidy. He had a vested interest.

I put on a pair of turquoise sandals and did a little twirl, ending in a pose that made my calf muscles pop. David growled, rubbing his dick as he watched. “Nice, but no. Black ones?”

I found a pair of very low-wedge sandals in a matte black. They had tiny ankle straps, which drove him insane. I got down on one knee to do the strap, my pussy exposed in that angle so he could see. I switched legs and buckled the other. My pussy glistened.

He was panting like an animal as I modeled the sandals. He curled a finger at me. “Come here.”

I went and he ran his trembling finger along the ankle strap and the broader strap that ran across the top of my foot. He gave his cock a few hard strokes but then shook his head. “Not these.”

My cunt was pounding like a heartbeat, but I went back into the closet and found myself a pair of shiny silver woven sandals that had peek-a-boo toes and a high back that covered my heel. The moment I did my little modeling show he grunted and grabbed me. I fell into his lap and he kissed me almost violently.

“This time, before massaging it, he dragged the tip of his cock down the cleavage between each toe.”

“These, then?” I managed.

“These. Take this dress off. Take it off now.”

I wrestled out of it and dropped it to the floor. It was just me, David, and the silver sandals.

He flipped me onto my belly and I got on my hands and knees. I was drenched. He was making those animal noises that always made the hair on my neck stand up.

He dragged his cock along my pussy. The tip of his cock glanced over my clit and I sighed. He finally pushed himself into me slowly, taking his time. When he was fully seated, I tried not to squirm. He reached down and grabbed my shoes and held them. I balanced on my knees and forearms as he started to move. Slow at first. Every thrust pushed his cock against my G-spot.

We’d taken so long to get to this point, I had a hair trigger. He drove deep, short, intense thrusts. And I came. Quick and hard. My pussy milked him eagerly.

“Don’t make me come, love. We’ll have to start over,” he said. Then he laughed. His hands closed tightly around my ankles and he fucked me faster.

I pushed my hand down beneath my body and dragged my fingers over my clitoris. I wanted another orgasm. I wanted another rush.

He was really pounding me, his fingers gripping my ankles so tight and hard I expected marks to linger. And that was fine by me.

“Don’t you come,” I taunted. “Don’t even think about It. ’Cause if you do then you won’t get to the grand finale.”

He snarled and kept at it, thrusting hard and deep. My finger rolled over my clitoris. I pinched and stroked and tweaked. I let myself get close and then backed off. David slowed his pace, pulling back slowly so that his cock nearly slipped out and then slamming back into me hard and fast. Having my legs bent as they were, he inched me forward slowly. I pressed my forehead to the bed and kept playing with my pussy.

“Come on, girl. Give it to me. I can feel how tight you are.”

I moaned. I was tight. Tighter than tight and hovering right on the edge of release. He pulled back slowly again, making me anticipate the reentry. And when it came, it was exquisite. His cock head pressed pleasure points in me that stole my breath. Again, and again, and then once more and I was coming, crying out as my fingers slid across my pounding clit.

He growled and pulled free entirely. He gave me a moment to right myself and catch my breath. My hair stood out around my head like a dark chaotic cloud. My cheeks were hot. My heart pounded.

I drew my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I put my feet, ensconced in lovely silver sandals, flat on the bed. He pushed his face to the woven leather and the straps, then reverently undid each clasp and slowly removed each sandal.

“It will look lovely on all the colors,” I said.

He set my sandals on the floor and played trembling fingers over my feet, then my toes. He stroked each shiny painted toenail with his left hand while stroking his cock with his right. I went off script a little and moved quickly.

I got up on my knees and then bent over his lap, taking his hard cock into my mouth. His skin was hot and salty as I engulfed him with my mouth. He moaned, one hand on the back of my head, the other stretched back, finding my naked foot, squeezing and stroking it as I sucked him.

I used my hand and worked his cock, licking at the pre-come that oozed out of him. He pinched my toes, sliding his finger between my big toe and the second. I gasped and licked his shaft all the way up to the tip.

He thrust up from beneath me, fucking my mouth, holding my ankle, panting like he’d just finished running a marathon.

“I’m going to come soon, baby,” he managed as excitement shot through me like a bolt of electricity.

I gave him a few more strokes, sucked his tip into my mouth, and then he stiff-armed me, pushing me back almost desperately.

I went back to my position, legs drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped around him. He knelt before me and jerked his cock vigorously. I watched, my own excitement building from the look on his face. “Come for me, David. Come on my pretty toes.”

He shut his eyes, shook his head — so, so close to release.

I played with him, wiggling my fancy painted toes. “Which color will you pick? Cherry red? Stainless steel? Black lacquer? What will it be? Or will you go wild and spray your cum all over my feet? Coat all the pretty colors? All the pretty toes?”

He panted and grunted and stroked. He hovered over me, face set intently on his pleasure. I wanted him to come so bad. Wanted to see it happen. It never failed to excite me, that moment when he let go and surrendered to his own release.

“I drew my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.”

“God. Fuck.” He shook his head. I stroked, reached out, and touched each toe in turn. “This one? This one? How about this one?” I stroked my toes seductively.

He growled, “Move!”

I moved my hand and he came so violently that his hips shot forward. His come arced out, decorating the tips of my toes, the top of my foot, my ankles — so much more of it than anticipated.

He groaned as he continued to work his cock. Finally, he exhaled and looked at me. Another shot of excitement ran through me as he bent forward.

This part didn’t happen all the time. This part only happened every once in a while. But my God, it did me in.

David began to lick my feet, cleaning up after himself with his tongue. He took his time, lapping at his pearlescent load. I let my legs fall open a bit and touched myself. He saw me and wrapped his hands around my ankles and continued to clean me.

I stroked my clit, shoving my fingers in my pussy. I wasn’t neat or coy about it. I wanted to get off, because seeing him lick his come off my feet made me crazy. He looked up at me and kept his gaze intently on me as he lapped at me — his tongue soft, warm, and wet.

I spread my wetness over my clit and sighed because he was done cleaning my feet. But he wasn’t done with me, it seemed.

He smiled at me as I slowed my strokes. Then he reared up, pushed my legs wide, and shoved me back with a hand to my chest.

“I’ll finish this for you.”

He put his mouth on my pussy. I was so swollen and so ready. So close to coming, it wouldn’t take much.

And it didn’t. He drew his tongue along my outer folds before sucking my clit — softly at first, then harder. I grabbed handfuls of his dark hair and held him there. He chuckled and the vibration of it worked through me quickly, adding to the sensations that stunned my body into a heavy kind of pleasure.

Then he started magical whorls with his tongue and I came, gripping his hair so hard I feared I’d hurt him. I shuddered out my orgasm and then looked down at his shiny, smiling face.

“God, I love pedicure day.”

He bit my inner thigh playfully, and I jumped. His hands closed around my feet and he squeezed them. “That makes it unanimous.”