A boot-worshipper’s fetish-filled dreams come true when he is allowed to service not one, but two boot-wearing minxes.

My wife understands the beauty of a well-heeled boot, and over the years she’s amassed an impressive collection. Of course, I’ve been more than happy to support her habit and have presented her with many sexy pairs on birthdays and holidays. Seeing Cora in boots makes my cock unbelievably hard, especially when she’s wearing a tall black pair that perfectly contrasts her blonde hair. But even more, I love feeling the boots on her legs when we fuck.

As soon as summer ended, I started pulling large rectangular boxes from the back of our closet. I wanted to surprise Cora by having her favorite cool-weather footwear ready for her by the time she returned from running errands. Reverently, I lifted each shoe from its tissue-paper nest, bringing some to my face to breathe in the heady scent of leather that grew stronger as my hands warmed them. I placed each boot on a rack and retrieved my polish and brush.

I finished tending to her footwear in time but didn’t say anything when Cora entered the bedroom, hoping to surprise her. My dick swelled as I watched her face and awaited her approval. I thought I saw a smile flicker at the corners of her mouth, but then my heart sank as it faded. Somehow, despite my efforts, I’d disappointed her, but I had no idea how.

“Where’s my favorite pair?” she demanded, and I understood my gaffe. The boots she was referring to fit like they’d been tailored to her, with high, pointed heels that raise her ass to a seductive degree. Their best-loved feature is the bright-red soles which reveal they were extremely expensive to anyone who knows what to look for.

Quickly, I retreated to the closet and scanned the shelves for the missing pair. I found the boot box deep in the back, which explained why I’d missed it earlier. When I returned, I discovered that my wife, now sitting on the edge of the bed, had stripped down to her black merry-widow and no panties. The lacy garment not only pushed up her breasts, it also had garters attached, and those garters were fastened to sheer black stockings.

I stared at her until she barked, “Strip!” Putting down the box, I heeded her command and was soon naked. Pleased by my obedience, she pointed to the floor in front of her, and she didn’t have to tell me what to do next.

Kneeling, I picked up her right foot, placed it in my lap and worked my thumbs into the sole until she moaned. When she placed her other foot on my crotch to knead my erection, I closed my eyes, losing myself in her rhythmic caress. I guess I got a little too lost, because my anxious wife soon stopped and jostled my balls rudely with her toes.

I opened my eyes, took the lid off the shoebox and pulled back the tissue. My dick twitched at the sight of the black boots contrasting against the white paper. I pulled one boot out and stroked the cool leather lovingly. Breathing deeply, I reveled in the scent. I could have come from holding that footwear to my face and feeling the sleek hide against my skin, but then Cora gave my sac another impatient nudge so I hurried to unzip the boot.

As I slid the boot’s shaft over Cora’s leg, I felt the toes of her other foot curl against my balls. She inhaled sharply as I eased the zipper up along her calf, caressing her leg as I went. I switched feet, so now the sole of one boot pressed against my sac while I shod her other dainty sole.

Now that she had both boots on, I glanced downward, praying that I hadn’t dripped pre-come on the flawless hide; Cora would tan my hide for that. I hadn’t, so before I could shame myself, I removed her foot from my package and crawled closer to her cunt. When she saw where I was heading, a Cheshire-cat smile appeared on her face and she spread her thighs wide. Her labia had peeled back to reveal her clitoris, peeking out from its hood. My mouth watered as I took hold of her calves and leaned forward. Gripping her leather-clad limbs, I swiped my tongue up one side of her sex and down the other, lapping up her free-flowing juices.

Her slick flesh trembled as I plied her pussy and ran my fingers over the tall boots. Craving greater contact, I lifted her legs so that the soles of her shoes rested on my lap. As I ate her, I gripped the sleek leather encasing her calves, and her heels dug into my thighs.

As I lapped at my wife’s pussy, I delighted in her tangy taste and the fluids that coated my tongue. My cock was throbbing, wanting some action, but I ignored my own desires in order to focus on her pleasure. To distract myself, I concentrated on the boot soles pressing against my thighs. The smooth bottoms, warm from my body heat and Cora’s, mashed against me as she writhed. I gripped her ankles tighter to keep her in place as I licked her moist flesh. I was still avoiding her clitoris, and frustrated, she ground the tips of her heels into my lap.

I knew I’d have bruises as a reminder of this encounter, which excited me further. I thrust my stiffened tongue into her hole, feeling her thighs crashing against my ears when I zeroed in on her clit. I drew gentle circles around her gem until she reached down, grabbed my head and held me in place. “Do it!” she hissed, her fingertips digging into my scalp.

Flattening my tongue, I pressed it against her pulsating button. Cora had run out of patience and took matters into her own hands. Holding me firmly to her crotch, she ground her sex against my face. Remaining still, I let her have her way with me because it gave me the freedom to luxuriate in her footwear. While she panted above me, I ran my fingers all over the leather embracing her calves, and when she noticed, she draped a leg over my shoulder so I could feel the expensive footwear against my cheek. This thrilling feeling sent my senses into overdrive, and my cock got so hard it ached. Though I was desperate to fuck Cora, she was on the brink of orgasm. Her needs were my top priority. I let go of her leg and slid two fingers into her pussy so I could stroke her from inside as I gave her clit a good tongue-lashing.

The effect was immediate. She began trembling against me, the tremors growing in intensity as I wrapped my lips around her sensitive nubbin and sucked hard. She moaned loudly, and her canal clenched around my thrusting fingers. Her legs shook so violently that the foot on my thigh threatened to slide off. I grasped her ankle more tightly while delighting in the heel digging deeper into my skin.

My lips, tongue and fingers remained busy until she climaxed and reached down to pull me up. My dick was so stiff and slick with pre-come that when she grabbed my shaft and aimed my cockhead at her hole, I pierced her easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me the rest of the way in.

Acting on autopilot, I began jerking my cock in and out of her pussy. I tried to maintain a nice, steady rhythm, but with her boots against my back, I had little control over my own actions. When Cora pressed her heels into my buttocks, I completely lost control.

Pumping my hips, I slammed into her over and over. She grunted each time I sank my length into her. Her pussy clutched at my shaft as she approached her climax, and she spurred me on to catch up with her by scraping her heels along my legs. I began ramming her harder, and she tightened her muscles around me as she came.

Cora’s heels dug deeper into my flesh as her body went taut. With one glance at her rapturous face, and a few final thrusts into her spasming cunt, I joined her in ecstasy. My cock exploded, painting her insides with my cream as I huffed and shuddered above her.

I unleashed my entire load into her pussy and continued holding her as my erection subsided. Eventually, she urged me backward, so I pulled out and climbed off of her. She didn’t have to tell me what to do next. First, I washed the sweat and her juices off my hands, and then I unzipped her boots and slid them off before placing them back in their box. The rest of the collection could remain out for the winter, but this pair was only to be taken for a walk on very special occasions.

A few weeks later, I came home to find Cora flipping through a fashion magazine. There were numerous dog-eared pages, which I knew meant an imminent shopping trip. The next morning, we headed to a tony boutique in the city that we frequented so often the owner, Madelyn, knew us by sight.

The shop was known for its fine leatherwear, and my imagination took off as we passed through the racks. Even the proprietress piqued my interest; her low-cut black dress revealed her sexy cleavage, but better yet, she was wearing skin-tight boots. Madelyn had hair as dark as Cora’s, and my thoughts began running wild. I visualized the owner and my lovely wife in a sexy clinch, the two brunette bombshells both sporting the boots of my dreams. I was soon so turned on that I began resenting the presence of the store’s other customers.

An impatient “ahem” from my wife snapped me out of my reverie, and I followed her to the shoe racks in back. She began handing me boots she wished to try on, which Madelyn then retrieved from the stockroom. When Mad returned with a few boxes, she knelt in front of Cora and helped her slip one on. My cock twitched as Madelyn’s bright-red nails slowly slid the black leather over my wife’s calf and knee; this boot was a thigh-high, and my erection grew with every inch of stockinged leg it covered.

Only when Cora’s foot was in place did Madelyn look up. “Shouldn’t you be doing this?” she demanded, and I knew by her tone that it wasn’t a question. She rose so I could take her place, and my dick throbbed mercilessly as I picked up the remaining boot. With shaking hands, I took hold of Cora’s foot and gently guided it into the tall leather tube until only the top half of her thigh and her garters remained exposed.

I knew my wife had to be as turned on as I was. She flexed her foot to try out the new boot. Then she parted her legs as wide as she could in her short skirt. Marveling at her audacity in such a public place, I stared at the damp patch on the front of her panties until I heard a click. I looked up to discover that not only were we now alone with Madelyn, the shop door was closed with a heavy curtain drawn over it.

That’s when Cora barked, “Let go!” I hadn’t realized that I was clutching her leg tightly and kneading the rigid leather of a boot we didn’t own. I placed her foot on the floor in a daze. She got up and strolled around the store, testing out the spiky heels.

When she stopped in front of a full-length mirror, Madelyn came up behind her and helped Cora slip off her jacket. My pulse quickened at seeing them reflected together, especially when I noticed the raised points of Cora’s nipples against her silky blouse. I could tell that also didn’t escape Madelyn’s attention, nor did the fact that one of my wife’s garters was off-center. Mad reached down and fixed it for her, and I almost came in my pants. She looked up at Cora, who smiled and nodded.

Rising, the shopkeeper pulled Cora toward her and their breasts pressed together as their lips met. As they kissed, I pictured their tongues intertwining. My eyes trailed downward, and I saw their legs were entwined. I got lost in a sea of black boots, and I was so focused that I didn’t know they’d stopped kissing until my wife snapped, “What are you doing?” I looked up and realized I was rubbing my erection through my jeans. “You’re embarrassing yourself,” she continued, and I blushed as if proving her point, but even now as I recount this story, I can barely resist touching myself.

Madelyn was unfazed. “It’s okay,” she cooed, and her eyes zeroed in on my bulging crotch. “In fact, I know precisely what to do with that.” Moving closer, she reached for my fly, deftly popped open the buttons and then yanked down my pants and boxers.

For a moment, I simply stood there, my dick so hard it was practically pointing at the ceiling. The knob was shiny with pre-come, though that dried quickly as this near-stranger took her time regarding me in my half-naked glory. Finally, she said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Take off the rest of your clothing and then go help your wife.”

Still amazed this was happening, I finished stripping before turning to Cora and unbuttoning her blouse. As she shrugged off the delicate fabric, I unhooked her flimsy bra and then pulled down her skirt. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her sodden panties and then slid them down over her garter belt and those witchy thigh-high boots. When I was finished, I turned back to Madelyn and discovered she’d also stripped to her stockings and boots.

I was ready to fuck one or both of them — or take turns licking their pussies. I didn’t care what I did as long as those boots were involved, whether it was feeling heels digging into my ass or running my fingers over the leather. But I wasn’t calling the shots, so I couldn’t protest when Madelyn and Cora resumed kissing. This time the feline duo got way more heated. Not that I considered protesting; the sight of them together was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. However, I didn’t know what to do with my hard cock, which was begging for release.

Standing by idly was frustrating, and I struggled to resist touching myself. But seeing two boot-clad women locked in an embrace, not to mention being surrounded by shoes and the smell of fresh leather, was almost more than I could handle. The situation was so arousing; I couldn’t hold back my whimpers, which Cora heard. Pulling her lips from Madelyn’s, she said, “He’s been so patient. Can we include him now?”

I prayed the other woman would say yes because one look at my wife’s flushed cheeks and her partner’s fuck-me-red lipstick smeared across her mouth had almost sent me straight over the edge. Thankfully, Mad nodded her assent, and then she pulled Cora down to the carpeted floor with her so that my wife was lying on her back. She instructed me to kneel between Cora’s thighs, a position I was more than happy to assume. Then she straddled my wife’s head, though facing away from me for some reason.

I discovered the reason as I slid my cock into Cora’s pussy. My eyes had been trained on the sight of another woman’s cunt hovering over my wife’s mouth, but when I felt warm leather against my skin, I looked down and saw Madelyn was making sure her boots touched me. What’s more, Cora’s legs were wrapped around my waist, so her heels and the stiff hide of the never-worn thigh-highs rubbed against my skin as I began pumping in and out of her slowly.

Tentatively, I reached down and ran my fingertips over Madelyn’s boots, so lightly I doubt she felt my touch at first. When I began really working my fingers into the leather, she glanced back and once again nodded her assent. Now, as I repeatedly thrust into Cora’s cunt and her heels bounced against my buttocks, I caressed the other woman’s sheathed feet. With all that stimulation, it wasn’t long before I was on the threshold of a monster orgasm.

Not that anyone noticed. My wife was too caught up in her own bliss as I stroked in and out of her. She was also fixated on running her tongue over Madelyn’s silky labia, sucking her clit and swallowing her copious juices, or at least that’s what I surmised from the noises she was making. Cora must have been doing something right because not only was the other woman moaning and panting, she was trembling so wildly that she had to hold on to a nearby table to keep her balance.

Madelyn cried out at the exact same moment my floodgates opened. I unleashed a load of semen into my wife, whose inner muscles were still contracting around me as she climaxed repeatedly. The grip of her boot-clad legs tightened around me, too, eking out yet another shot of my cream. It was one of the most ecstatic moments of my life. I clutched at Madelyn’s calves as I reached a level of ecstasy I’d never attained before.

I didn’t pull out of my wife until I’d brought her to another peak. In turn, Cora made sure our third partner came numerous times with her lips, teeth and tongue, until Madelyn, demolished, slid off my wife’s face.

Madelyn’s breasts heaved as she endeavored to catch her breath. She looked thoroughly sated and even more beautiful than when we’d started. Leaning forward, I kissed Cora and tasted the other woman’s musk on her mouth, which almost had me going for a second round. But I knew that it was getting late, so I didn’t dare make an advance. Besides, that wasn’t my decision to make. We rose, and I hurriedly retrieved the articles of clothing we’d strewn around the shop in our haste.

When we were once again fully dressed, I noticed my wife — still clad in the thigh-high boots she’d just given a test run — tucking her old pair into her large purse, so I offered Mad my credit card out of habit.

Slapping my hand away, Madelyn scoffed. “Unnecessary, my dear boy. Those are on the house.”

As she walked us to the front door, I got the sense that I would be making many future purchases, but our shopping experiences would be worth every penny.