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15 Mayıs 2023, 09:19
My wife and I attended a wedding last weekend. It was unusually nice out in December where we live. My wife is a hairstylist and one of her clients was getting married.My wife was wearing an all-black dress that had some ruffles around the bottom hem, which ended about 5 or so inches above her knees. It really looked great on her and even made her 34B*breasts look larger. Her long, light brown hair was freshly curled and her makeup was done. I somehow convinced her to wear a pair of crotchless black pantyhose to help keep her legs warm.She capped off her outfit with some 4" red heels. I complimented her outfit with gray dress pants, a black dress shirt, black dress shoes and a red tie.The ceremony started at 2:00 pm, and it was normally a thirty-minute*drive. We were dressed and out the door by 1:15. We made our way downtown and luckily found a parking spot about a block away from the church.Fast forward a bit. The ceremony was great and was over forty-five*minutes later. We now had two*hours to kill before the reception and dinner started. To kill some time, we went to a local bar. It was a beautiful rooftop setting with fireplaces burning to stay warm. We had a few appetizers and two*drinks each.I checked the time, it was now 4:30. We decided to head out and start towards the reception. We arrived at 4:40 but realized there was no one else there yet. Luckily, we found a really nice restaurant next door. We stopped in for another drink and to buy ourselves some time. Finally, it was 5:15.The reception was nice, definitely a younger crowd. My wife and I did not know anyone else at the wedding besides the groom. We barely even knew the bride!Everyone started to make their way upstairs for the dinner. My wife found our name tags and took note that we were assigned table nineteen. We navigated the dinner hall and found our table, sort of tucked away towards the corner. There was a table to our right and one behind us.I was most disappointed we were so far from the dance floor and the make-shift bar set up inside the room. I counted three*tables between us and the dance floor. Being a man with such a huge foot fetish, weddings were my weakness. For sure there would be some lovely ladies dancing tonight after kicking off their shoes!I made the walk to get fresh drinks for my wife and I. Vodka-water for her, rum and coke for me.When I came back with the drinks I noticed more people at our table. We exchanged pleasantries and made some small talk. We found that we were sitting with two*other couples, a single woman, and a single guy.My wife started to complain a little about her heels pinching her toes. She slid her right foot out and lifted it up onto the side of my chair between us. I lowered my left hand and gave her hose covered foot a little rubbing.Shortly izmir rus escort bayan (http://izmirrus.t2bro.net/) after, dinner was served. Speeches were done and now the dancing was ready to begin. Time for another drink. This time, my wife walked with me. We were having a great time. We even commented to each other about the ages of most of the girls there and even the guys. We agreed, they couldn't be more than twenty-one-*twenty-two*years old.My wife and I now thirty-eight*and thirty-nine*felt a little old. At this point, I have a nice buzz going and I can tell my wife does too. After we finish that round of drinks, I ask her to dance. We hit the floor feeling good. We stayed out for a few songs before deciding we need a break.My wife went to the table as I went to get more drinks. When I brought the drinks back, my wife was talking with the single guy that was seated at our table. Turns out, he is in the military and was in town for the wedding. He was also a friend of the groom.I got his drink order and went back to the bar to get it. When I returned, we toasted and all took a big sip. My wife wanted to dance a bit more, but this time before she went, she slid her heels off and left them on her chair.Of course, I followed her, trying to hide my excitement. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. After a few songs, our new friend visited us on the dance floor to deliver us drinks. He even joined us for a dance after.I couldn't help but notice that he kept looking down towards my wife's stocking feet while dancing. I'm not sure if my wife noticed, but she was having a lot of fun. It's been a long time since we went out dancing, and my rusty moves were proving it.I decided to take a break and head to the bar, leaving my wife and new friend to dance. They weren't doing anything dirty, they were actually having their own little "dance-off," my wife doing the famous shopping cart, while he was doing his best impression of the sprinkler. I found it funny.I ended up running into the groom and some of his wedding party at the bar. We all agreed a round of shots was in order.It was not my pick, but someone suggested tequila...ouch! After the shot, we talked for a bit and I finally ordered drinks for my wife, our new friend and myself. I made my way back to the dance floor but couldn't find them. Then I spotted them sitting at our table. Looked like there were having a fun time chatting and almost teasing each other about their dance moves.I handed each one their drink, which they were both very happy to have and we all toasted again. I think at this point all three of us were feeling the effects of the alcohol.Just as I sat down at the table, the DJ started to play an old popular song by Usher. My wife jumped out of her seat and said escort izmir otele gelen (http://izmirotel.t2bro.net/) we needed to go dance! She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the dance floor while hollering for "Mark" to come join us. I guess that was this guy's name.When we got to the dance floor my wife starting dancing in front of me, shaking and moving her hips to the music. I was trying my best to keep up with her. She looked over her shoulder and invited Mark to join us. Mark started dancing behind my wife, moving his hips in sync with hers.As he got closer to her I watched as her eyes were now locked onto mine. She was starting to show the slightest grin. Mark eventually made his way to my wife who was now dancing between us. She put her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes as Mark was now grinding on her from behind. After only seconds of this going on, I saw my wife give her lower lip a little bite.She was really enjoying this.It made me think what I might have missed earlier when I left them on the dance floor to go get more drinks...After the song was over, Mark gave my wife a little wink and left us alone, walking towards the bar area. We stayed out and danced a few more songs together. The last song we danced to was a slower song and wife was nuzzled up into my neck. I could tell she was really buzzed.I asked her if she was having a good time and she just nodded her head. My hands slowly making their way down to her hips. Then I asked my wife if she had fun dancing with Mark? She again nodded her head. Finally, I asked my wife if she noticed Mark looking down at the dance floor a lot? She giggled a little and slapped my chest with her right hand, nodding her head, smiling.The slow song ended and we decided we should get going. We made our way to the table, set on getting our things and saying our goodbyes. I grabbed my sport coat, my wife grabbed her purse. She was looking under the chairs and table now, telling me she couldn't find her shoes. I looked under the table, nothing. Checked each chair, not there. She sat in her chair, confused. I sat next to her. No one else was sitting at our table, where could they have gone?It couldn't have been more than a minute and here our friend Mark was walking up to the table...carrying my wife's heels in one hand, drink in the other. What the hell is going on I wondered??My wife was so happy to have her heels back that she jumped up and hugged Mark, thanking him. He bent over and placed her heels on the floor and held my wife's left hand as she climbed up into her shoes. I was disappointed to see my wife's little stocking feet disappear, but noticed a big smile on his face.My wife had an odd look on her face, staring at Mark. She turned her head slightly on an angle buca escort (http://buca.t2bro.net/) and I heard her ask him, "what is that?"Mark replied, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."She just shook her head a little, smiling. I noticed she was shuffling her feet inside her heels a bit. My wife then asked Mark if he still needed a ride to his hotel. Apparently they discussed this at the table when I was busy getting drinks.Mark said he would love a ride if we were still offering. My wife turned to me and asked if I was ok with that. Of course, I agreed, but was more interested with what was going on with her heels.We walked to the elevator, just my wife and I, Mark went to get his jacket. We told him we would pick him up by the door and gave him a description of our car. As soon as the elevator door closed, my wife slipped her right heel off and bent her knee, lifting up to look at the sole of her foot. That's when I saw what she was feeling. Her right foot, mostly her stocking toes, were covered in cum.That punk must have walked off with her heels and jerked off into them thinking she wouldn't notice. But now, why my wife would still want to give him a ride to his hotel had my head spinning. So I asked her, "You sure you want to give this guy a ride? Seems like an ass for making that mess in your shoes."My wife answered, "Don't get upset babe, how many times have I caught you jerking off to my feet before. Besides, he's going to have to pay for this."We got to our car, I hopped in the driver's seat and my wife crawled into the backseat. I assumed she was leaving the front for Mark. I pulled up to the door and we waited about thirty seconds before we saw him walking our way, through the lobby. Mark saw the front seat was open, so he hopped in next to me. He started to thank me immediately for giving him a ride.I asked him where he was staying and he gave me the name of his hotel.Great, I thought. It was by the airport. That was a good thirty-minute*drive from where we were. This made me a little upset since I was buzzed, my wife was buzzed, and all I wanted to do was get her home and give her a good fucking. I was hornier than ever. It's been at least five*weeks since we've had sex.After thanking me, Mark turned towards the backseat and apologized again to my wife. My wife told him he should be and out of the corner of my eye, I could see she had her right stocking foot raised to show Mark the mess he made. Mark turned a little more in his seat to face my wife and grabbed her ankle with his right hand. He brought his face closer to her foot and stuck his tongue out. I watched in awe as he licked her entire right foot from her heel all the way up to her toes, even tasting his own cum. I looked in the rearview mirror and my wife's mouth was open in shock.Mark continued to suck on her toes and lick her arch until all of his cum was gone. I couldn't believe my eyes. My wife then raised her left foot up and starting rubbing that foot all over his face. Stroking his cheek, his nose and covering his eyes. Mark picked up quickly and starting licking her left stocking foot and sucking on her toes.