My husband John and I have been married for about 7 years. Prior to us, he was in a heterosexual marriage, married to a psycho, and became father of 3 they later divorced she kept custody and he met me several years later.

He’s in sales and travels a lot. I run an online business so I am always home. John has always been pretty outgoing, an extrovert, but pretty vanilla sexually speaking. I on the other hand indulge in my kinks all the time. Luckily he has always kept an open mind and goes along with all my crazy ideas in bed. I have been obsessed with feet for as long as I can remember. That of course later developed into other kinks like teasing, tickle-torture, bondage, edging, etc. All of my close friends are really into these kinks as well however I can admit that a few of them a pretty hardcore even for my standards.

John received a call from his oldest 23yo son Daniel that has been in the marines for 4 years. Apparently he was coming back home and needed somewhere to stay since his crazy mom was nowhere to be found. You see, rewind a couple years before he enlisted his psycho mother kicked him out, she couldn’t handle him she said. So of course he stayed with us and at that time I wasn’t thrilled but couldn’t decline. When Daniel and I first met we were both pretty standoffish and even avoided each other it seemed. I could kind of see what his mom was referring to, he stayed up late, didn’t go to school, loud music, room was a mess, alway had girls over. He was a hot mess.

I had to have a conversation with John. He was concerned for his son as well and said that he at least wanted him to graduate HS. At that time Daniel was 18 so ultimately it was his own choice to continue going to school or not. I cringed at the idea of being a parent figure but I had to be supportive especially since my husband traveled often. I agreed to help with a few chores here and there. The 3 of us had a conversation and compromised. He would receive an allowance as long as he went to school and kept his room clean. He agreed since he needed money and didn’t have a job.

Finally Sunday was laundry day. He had actually put all his clothes in the hamper which was a  relief. I began sorting when I picked up one of his socks, paused for a few seconds, just like that the switch was flipped. From being annoyed and irritated for having to help with laundry to suddenly being possessed by the foot demon. I held it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. That was the point of no return. I remember the delicious aroma was so good perfect combo of musk and sweat odor, my cock stirred instantly. I continued sniffing the treasure trove of sweaty and worn clothes.

I did his laundry and was mesmerized by the realization that my stepson had feet. My mood had changed I even went into his room and cleaned everything up. I discovered he was a size 10.5 although some of his shoes were 11. John called me to check in and see if Daniel had cleaned his room, I of course said yes. We conversed  for a minute before reassuring him that Daniel will make it to school the next day, and that’s how it all began.