Jealous of a Toenail Clipper
by Greg
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My husband Scott and I have been together for fourteen years. When we first met, he told me that sexually he was a top and didn’t enjoy being a bottom. At the same time, I told him of my foot fetish and how I was hoping he would let me worship his feet. He told me he wasn’t sure what to do in foot worshiping but was willing to learn because it was important to me.
Scott quickly realized he liked having his feet worshipped. His favorite things in those early days of foot worshipping included foot massages, having his toe jam cleaned with my tongue, and teasing me with his toes. In public, he started wearing Adidas or Nike slides every chance he could and would often flex his toes as a way of teasing me. On the way home, he’d often continue his teasing by making me beg him to let me worship his feet, especially sucking his toes.
As we grew in our relationship as husbands our personal life, our sex life, and our foot worshipping sessions continued to grow too. I became comfortable with being a total bottom to Scott in lovemaking, and he really began to take great pleasure in having his beautiful size 11 feet worshipped. I’ve worshipped Scott’s feet in our home, hotel rooms around the country, both our parents’ homes, and even in two foreign countries.
One Saturday afternoon about six months after we moved in together a new development occurred. We were getting ready to go out to dinner with our friends, Kevin and Ray. I was ironing a shirt to wear that night while Scott was in the shower. I soon saw Scott grab a tissue from the bathroom, sit on the edge of the bed, in his sexy red briefs and begin trimming his toenails. My attention went from ironing to being seduced watching Scott trim his toenails. Soon I realized I was getting a boner.
All through dinner, I kept thinking about Scott trimming his toenails and how much I wanted to be at his feet. It was a nice July night in Seattle, and Scott wore shorts and his slides. As usual, he placed his feet so I could see them as he started wiggling his toes, giving me a secret message of the fun we’d be having later. In the car, his slight sadistic streak came out, and all the way home, he made me beg him to let me worship his feet. I won, and the sex after was fantastic; my ass was sore the next morning.
Over time, every time Scott trimmed his toenails, I made it a point to be close by to witness this simple pleasure. And, every time this event took place, my dick would get harder and harder with the trimming of each toenail. I don’t know why, but I could never bring myself to ask Scott to sit back, relax, and explain to him why he shouldn’t be doing this. Yes, I realized I hated and was jealous of those damn toenail clippers.
Several months after first witnessing Scott trimming his toenails, a new development occurred. He had to go to Atlanta for a conference, and I went with him. One afternoon, Scott left one of the meetings early, and we decided we’d go swimming in the hotel’s Olympic size pool before going to dinner and doing more sightseeing. I was in the bathroom taking out my contact lenses and putting on my swimsuit. Scott already had his swimsuit on when I entered the bedroom. He was sitting in the chair on the side of the bed wearing the new pair of flip-flops I had bought him.
As I entered the room, I kissed him. He French kissed me, and then told me before we went swimming his toenails needed trimming so his feet would look their best in his new flip-flops. He reached inside his dopp kit and tossed me the toenail clippers. The expression on my face must have shown confusion. It was then that he said, “Come on Greg, don’t look so surprised. I’ve seen you watch me when I’ve trimmed my toenails. You know you want to do this so badly, don’t you?”
Surprised that he knew of my fantasy, all I could do was nod. He then sat back in the chair and lifted his feet so I could remove his flip- flops. He handed me a tissue to place the cuttings on. I used the luggage rack as an ottoman to rest both of his feet. Yes, a fantasy was about to become a reality. He started our adventure by rubbing each foot to my face for me to sniff them and take deep whiffs of their smells, which until a few minutes before had spent almost nine hours inside a pair of black nylon socks.
A few minutes later, he pulled his foot away from my face, once again reclined comfortably in the chair, and told me his toenails wouldn’t trim themselves. Grabbing the toenail clippers, I began trimming his little toe on his right foot. It was an experiment of sorts with the first three toes to see exactly how hard to press down to get the best cut. By the time I reached his big toe, the task was getting easier. Trimming Scott’s toenails got me so horny my dick was about to rip a hole in my swimsuit. After trimming his big toe, I held his foot up for him to inspect my work.
He nodded, said I had done a good job, and I could now do the same thing to the toenails of his left foot. Both our dicks kept getting harder and harder, and I loved every second of my fantasy coming true. The trimming was much easier now, and I enjoyed watching Scott sitting back in the chair enjoying this. Soon, I held his left foot up for inspection, and once again, I was told I had done a good job. A seductive bedroom voice he often gets during sex that makes me putty in his hands spoke to me. He said he wanted me to kiss the tops and bottom of each toe individually. It was hard kissing his toes and not sucking them, but it looked like Scott had other plans in mind. I kissed each toe hoping that soon Scott would have them all in my mouth giving me a good mouth fucking with his scrumptious toes. “Nice work,” I was told and took that as a sign he wanted to go swimming now.
Reaching for his flip-flops and feeling a bit disappointed, Scott then asked me what I was doing. He told me I wasn’t finished. My dick got hard again hoping I could start sucking his toes. Reaching in his dopp kit once again, he then handed me an emery board and told me to file each toenail smoothly. I filed his big toe on his left foot, and he held it up for inspection. He then gave me the ok to continue filing his other toenails just as smooth. Once again, I reached for his flip-flops, and once again, I was told I wasn’t finished; this time he said it in a stern voice.
Following his hand motions. I then handed him both the toenail clippers and the emery board, Scott then placed them back in his dopp kit. Once again, he held his feet to my face for me to sniff, and he told me that for doing a good job, I could now enjoy his toes. He then told me, “Lick the emery board residue off of each toenail.” I willingly did this as he wiggled his toes in my face at one point telling me, “There may not be time to suck my toes any more today. We have things to do.” Begging him, as part of his game, he then wanted me to massage his feet
After massaging his feet for a few minutes while wiggling his toes in my face, I was now enjoying the pleasure of my husband’s toes. He told me to continue licking each toenail clean, and at times he would bring his foot up to my face for me to lick the soles of his feet. A few minutes later, my tongue was once again licking the tops of each toe clean of any emery board residue. I was soon sucking each toe individually to remove any toe jam he might have had. I sucked each toe clean, and at one point Scott was fucking my mouth with both of his big toes.
During our fun, I kept looking at his feet admiring the work I had just done, hoping the rest of the world would do the same when they saw his feet in his flip-flops. When Scott mentioned he thought he saw a speck of emery board residue on the sole of his right foot, I took his cue and was now licking his feet clean. The nylon socks he had worn earlier in the day gave his feet that salty, vinegary taste nylon socks often do. At one point, he started fucking my mouth with the heels of his feet. My tongue was all over his soles. I lapped up any sweat or emery board residue his feet may have had the way connoisseurs sip fine wine. Soon, all of his toes were in my mouth, and I kept moaning with pleasure as my mouth was getting a good foot fucking.
Meanwhile, Scott was jacking off. As his moans got louder and louder, I realized he was would be cumming soon. I took this as my cue and moved away from his feet as he spread his legs to welcome my willing mouth. As I started sucking his dick, Scott then wrapped his legs around my back, and I kept going down deeper and deeper on his dick. Soon, I was welcoming his warm cum in my mouth, and boy did it taste good. He then started rubbing my dick, and it took about thirty seconds for me to cum as well.
“Wow, that was really hot, Babe,” he told me. He said how horny having his toenails trimmed made him, and it looked like I now had added duties with his feet. He winked at me, and all I could say was, “Yes!” I finally put on his flip-flops, but we never did make it to the pool. Our afternoon delight took us about three feet to the bed, and we ordered room service later that night. We’ve had many nights of tender, intimate lovemaking; however, that night, it was an evening of lustful, raunchy, hard -core fucking.
That special night in Atlanta marked a new beginning for us. Scott was now totally committed to foot worshipping. My husband, who had never had his feet worshipped until a few months earlier, now loved every aspect of me at his feet. It’s been a little over thirteen years now since that special afternoon in Atlanta. Scott has not trimmed his toenails since. Over time, I’ve even learned how to give him a pedicure. His feet are smooth as silk from lotions being rubbed on them frequently. Bragging on my work a little, Scott’s toenails look pretty damn sexy when he wears his slides or flip-flops. And, I am no longer jealous of toenail clippers.
Yes, I love my husband’s feet.
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