Shoes - Pt.1

Fetishes are funny things. Where do you draw the line between something that's a turn-on or preference, and a full-blown fetish? What do we mean by the word 'fetish' anyway? There's a presumption in the term of something that is deviant, unhealthy; unhealthy in that it becomes obsessive, a suggestion you can't get off, or can't enjoy sex, without indulging the fetish.

And where do fetishes come from? An early experience in adolescence, or were you born with it? Or introduced to it by another? Does it have to be something that feels like you should hide it, or can you have a fetish about something that's considered 'normal'?

And yet, we all have our individual sexual preferences. Some like their partners shaved, some don't. Some like the thrill of exhibitionism & some don't... and *everyone* has their favourite way to fuck, and a favourite position or two. Don't they?

I have many, many turn ons and preferences. Lingerie. Taking photos (more than videos). Exhibitionism/voyeurism. Writing smut, obviously. Sex outside, where you might be caught. Stolen moments where you shouldn't be fucking. Positions -- primarily ones that mean deep penetration. So I guess that's another one. Watching my wife come. On my cock, on someone else's, using a toy. I've enjoyed and loved pushing her into enjoying most of these too from time to time, and that's what I always write about.

But I think the only one that's a full blown fetish for me is shoes. I've always loved high heels. I reckon it started when I was a teenager doing an evening paper round. We used to collect the papers from a shed in the newsagent's garden and he had all the returns from shops in there too -- including the soft porn mags. We couldn't nick them as they'd all been counted (someone did, once, newsagent told his mum he'd caught him, none of us were ever going to dare again :D), but getting there 3 or 4 minutes early to have a quick flick through, you could get away with. I didn't seem to have a problem riding my bike with the raging boner this gave me.

In those days I think it was women displaying themselves openly and wantonly -- something a teen could only dream of -- that made my mental connection with anything and everything (not much, obvs) they were wearing, and that thrill has never left me. Not many years later, I realized what it was that heels did -- pushed up a woman's arse and tightened her calves -- that made her look so desirable too. And I've never looked back, lol.

My wife's always known I had a thing for shoes. When we first got together she used to say to me.

"I can wear flat shoes and we'll walk in to town, or heels and you can pay for a taxi. Your choice."

I spent a lot of money on taxis, let's just put it that way.

But this tale is how she really realized how deep my shoe 'thing' went. We surprised each other to be honest.

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Once I must have criticised a pair of shoes once too often and she got annoyed.

"OK, if you don't like my choices, you choose. Buy me some you think I'll like and that you know you like and maybe we can both be happy."

So I put in a hard evening's work on the internet and found a bunch of shoes I fancied for her, and ordered them. It was going to cost me, but it would be worth it. To be honest it was the most enjoyable evening I've ever spent on the net. By the end of the night I was horny as hell and we had a great sex session. I hadn't shown her any of my picks, they were going to be a surprise.

A week or so later all the shoes had arrived and we arranged an evening's 'fashion show' to pick out the ones we liked the most. She told me to wait downstairs while she went to get changed into something suitable for trying on footwear and I waited for her like I was some assistant in a shop, surrounded by boxes. I was already pretty horny - I quite like a bit of being cock-teased and I knew this scenario was going to be pretty charged, although I had no idea how good it was going to get.

She didn't take too long getting changed, and came downstairs wearing a short green shift dress. It came to mid thigh and was quite conservative on the top, but as she tripped down the stairs in bare feet I could see her tits jiggle under the dress and could see she was braless. I was already fizzing with anticipation to be honest and she was playing up to it too. She'd painted her toenails and put an ankle bracelet on to tease me further.

"How do you want to do this?" she asked

I hadn't really thought about it much in advance so had to think on my feet.

"Erm, not sure. How about you sit down on the sofa and put your feet up on this footrest?"

She did so. She was beginning to look a bit nervous and I figured my lack of planning was rubbing off on her. Or maybe I was just being too obviously lustful. I figured I needed to put her at ease.

"Maybe we'll start with a foot massage and get a bit relaxed?" I suggested

She smiled at this, she likes having a nice foot rub, and sat down looking already happier. I lifted her feet up one by one and rubbed my thumb under her arches, pushing in to her foot to really relax the tension. She looked much more relaxed quite quickly and wriggled her shoulders into the sofa. I gave her a quick kiss on the toes and reached for the first box.

"OK, first off we have 'Siren' sandals," I said.

She laughed. Such an obvious, trite name. They had looked great online and I'd ordered them because they reminded me of the pair she'd worn when we went of our first date. However when I got them out of the box they weren't *quite* the same. They still looked good though, shiny black, strappy and with a high blocky heel.

I slipped them on and she stood up and admired them. I think she liked them more than I did to be honest. Possibly they were a bit young for her? Not that this sort of thing bothers me much, I'm good with inappropriate, especially inappropriate sexualised clothes.

She paraded around the living room admiring the shoes and sat back down smiling.

"Great! You can keep these," she said. "Great summer flirting shoes. What's next?"

I hadn't planned this out in any sequence. My brain was in a bit of a fog -- probably lust induced - to be honest. This whole scenario of worshipping my wife's feet and slipping pairs of sexy shoes on and off while she modelled them for me was getting me pretty horny.

The second pair were some strappy coral sandals with about a 3" heel. I slipped them on really easy and they looked great, perfect summer shoes. Her painted toenails looked fantastic against them and as she stood up I felt my cock twitch hard and I had to force myself to keep breathing.

She paraded around a little and gave me a twirl. The skirt of her dress billowing up sightly as she did this, exposing her thighs, was so sexy. She laughed and held her skirt down a bit, then hitched it up to show off more leg and twirled again. I realized this was turning her on, almost as much as me.

"I'm not that keen on these," she said. "They slip around too much when I walk in them, almost feels like I'm walking on a narrow ledge."

Well that was a damn shame, as I loved the look. But we had plenty more to try.

This time when she sat down her legs parted a little and she didn't rearrange herself. I slipped off the sandals and went for the next pair, but before I did, I sneaked a look as her skirt had ridden up. I hadn't seen what panties she had on but they were one of her -- well ok, my -- favourites. A nude pair with black lace over the top. I swear I could see a slightly damp patch on them but I couldn't just stare, so I busied myself with the next pair of shoes.

These were less open, nude Mary Janes with a cute strap over the top of the foot, wicked red soles (not real Louboutin's FFS, I'm not that rich!) and a slight platform sole. She held her feet out one after the other for me to slip them on. I sneaked my hand up her legs as I did this and felt her shudder slightly. She put her legs back parted even wider, too. I'm sure she noticed that I noticed.

She stood and walked -- no, not in these. She *strutted* around the room. They were very sexy, but they didn't go with the dress.

"These are too obvious hon. The platform makes them a bit hard to walk in, and the platform and sole just scream 'tart'. I prefer to keep people guessing a bit," she said with a wicked grin. "I might keep them for the bedroom but I'm never wearing these in public."

This time when she sat down I think she could see I was hard as hell. She licked her lips as I smiled up at her. I could see her naked nipples were erect under her dress and standing out. As I looked down for the next pair of shoes I could have sworn I caught her reaching up to twist one out of the corner of my eye.

We were on pair 4 of 6 now and I was completely lost as to which box was which set of shoes, I was too horny to think straight. I opened the next box and they were black patent court shoes with an ankle strap. They were higher - maybe a 4" heel. Really shiny and sexy, these shoes were, frankly, made for men more than women.

The construction of them made them snugger too. I had to push these ones on and she helped by wriggling her feet, which in itself made my cock strain against my pants. I was beginning to lose control a bit here to be honest, I could feel my mouth was dry.

She was teasing the fuck out of me. She'd pulled her skirt up a little higher and her legs were open a little wider. She was turned on too, I was staring/not staring as I fitted the shoes and her thighs were quivering slightly and the wet patch on her pants was now unmistakable. I could smell her excitement too, and it was all I could do not to bury my face between her legs.

By this point my hands were shaking so much with pent up horniness I could get the shoes on, but I couldn't do up the fiddly strap