Purple Paw Passion

The scent of lavender and vanilla hung heavy in the air, a delicate fragrance masking the primal urges that simmered beneath the surface. It was a typical Saturday evening for me and my wife, Kitty, a comfortable blend of routine and shared desires. Tonight, however, held a slightly different flavor – a promise of indulgence, a playful rebellion against the mundane. Kitty had declared a “pamper day,” complete with a credit card and a list of extravagant treats from Victoria Secret, Bath & Body Works, and H&M. She’d returned with a vibrant purple nail polish and a pair of thongs, her eyes sparkling with mischievous anticipation.

As she settled onto the edge of our king-sized bed, her bare feet dangling over the side, I set the television to her favorite show, a lighthearted comedy series that always seemed to lift her spirits. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the screen, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Before beginning my task, I leaned down and kissed each toe, starting with the smallest pinky toe and working my way up. A giggle escaped her lips as I tickled her calves, a playful reminder of her self-consciousness about her "Hobbit feet," a nickname I found endearing.

With a shake of the purple polish, I carefully applied the color to her toenails, ensuring every corner was meticulously covered. The small brush allowed for precision, navigating the delicate curves of her pinky toes, which were notoriously difficult to reach. As I worked, I caught a glimpse of myself on my smartphone, checking emails, but my attention quickly shifted back to Kitty’s feet. The way they rested on my shoulders, soft and vulnerable, was a constant source of pleasure.

A peculiar sensation interrupted my digital distractions. A gentle caress brushed against the back of my ears, and I chuckled, dismissing it as a product of my own imagination. But then, Kitty shifted her position, her feet now firmly blocking my view of the screen. “Wanna have ‘em?” she asked, her voice laced with a playful invitation.

Without hesitation, I spun around, placing my hands gently on her freshly painted feet. Holding them by the ankles, I lifted them to my mouth, initiating the first phase of our shared pleasure. Starting with the soft underbelly of her soles, I employed my tongue as a sensitive explorer, tracing the nerve endings along her heel to her toes. A burst of laughter escaped her lips as I tickled her calves, a sure sign of her escalating arousal.

Returning to her feet, I found them coated in a luxurious mango/passionfruit lotion, a gift from the pamper day. The combination of the lotion and the vibrant purple polish made them appear as delectable desserts topped with frosting. As I savored the moment, my own desires intensified, a craving that I knew I was about to indulge.

My focus shifted to her right foot. I held it securely in my hands, popping her big toe into my mouth and sucking on it with relish. The sound she made was a clear indication of her pleasure. I continued this process, moving from toe to toe, enjoying the sensation of her skin against my lips. Next, I accommodated the first three toes, followed by the fourth, until I had essentially encased her entire foot in my mouth, coating it in my saliva.

Pulling away, I watched as her right hand began to make its way towards her pussy. Instinctively, I kept things moving, snaking my tongue between her big toe and second toe, tickling her as well, as the spots between her toes were known to be particularly sensitive. Her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through the room.

Now, it was time to turn my attention to her left foot. As I began the same process of sucking and licking, a surprise awaited me. She used her right foot – now dripping with my saliva – to flick at my nipples, a playful jab that sent shivers down my spine. A shirtless state of being allowed me to embrace this unexpected turn of events fully. Her feet continued to rest on my shoulder, offering a constant reminder of her proximity.

I took her left toes and continued my licking and tasting journey. But as I did, she incorporated her sensual laughter into her pleasure sounds, an infectious blend of joy and arousal. This time, she didn’t pull away, simply allowing herself to be fully immersed in the experience.

With a sudden surge of desire, I decided to escalate the intensity. I brought both of her feet together and began licking every single toe, ten toes in total, as if they were covered in peanut butter and I were a dog. This act elicited a louder squeal from her, confirming her growing excitement. As I continued, her legs sprang back up to my face, her toes curling in unison with my own, a sign that she was nearing her climax.

Standing up, I slid my boxers down, revealing my firm, straight cock. My hands instinctively dropped down to my member, ready to embrace the pleasure that was about to unfold. But then, she said, “Give me some.”

Her toes were positioned directly in front of my mouth, and I took the hint without hesitation. I let a little bit of saliva drool over onto her toes, which she promptly used as a lubricant on my dick. It was heaven, an experience beyond my wildest dreams. She continued to use her right foot as a footjob toy and her left foot as a personal, sexy time snack, each movement intensifying my pleasure.

As the heat built, I began to succumb to the submissive role that often accompanied this particular experience. Her toes playfully slapped my cheeks and parted my lips, while she simultaneously inserted and pulled them into my mouth. The sensation was both strange and exhilarating, a reminder of my own vulnerability.

“Mmmmmmm. Such a boy toy, baby! You like Kitty’s sweet paws?” she cooed, her voice filled with amusement.

All I could manage was a guttural moan, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Every couple of minutes, she would bring her right foot back up to my mouth for more lubricant, but this time, I grabbed both of her feet and brought them down to my rod. I used her soaking wet soles as my humping spot, rocking my hips into her feet in tandem with the circles she was making around her wet vagina. The two of us stared at each other, our mouths hanging open, exchanging dirty talk every few seconds.

“What a kinky fetish you have, Mr. Man! You’re going to make a girl squirt all over this new bedspread.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time! You make me fetish-hungry, baby doll!”

The sloshing and squishing sounds that my cock made against my wife’s wet feet grew louder as I pumped harder and harder. The sensation was both overwhelming and exquisite, a testament to the power of shared pleasure. As I neared the brink of climax, she released a torrent of white splatters all over her knees, calves, ankles, and toes, a visual representation of her ecstatic release.

Her legs collapsed on the bed, and I leaned against the bedframe, licking my lips. We both continued our sweet-talk as we recovered, lost in the aftermath of our intense encounter. Once again, she raised her foot toward my face, wiggling her toes, a playful invitation that I couldn't resist. It was the foot that had clearly taken most of my cumshot, and I knew exactly what to do.

"Wanna taste the rest?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

And so, the story continues...

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