Wife flirty in high heelsWell we finally had a reason to get dressed up and go out. Not a black tie affair but upper class for sure. The wife decided on an off white blouse with a black skirt at just below mid thigh, sheer black stockings and her usual stiletto pumps…..4″. Me, well the boring suit and tie routine. As we stepped out I couldn’t help but stare at her sexy legs and feet. Those cfm pumps were just the icing on the cake. The wife is about 5’4″, brunette with an athletic figure. I call her 3 drink Sally….drink one, spill one and give one away; meaning she is a very quick and cheap drunk. The function went on as expected. These “work” get togethers are boring as hell for me. The only perk is my lady dresses up and she knows what I like her to wear. She has a tendency to get a little flirty after a drink or two. She doesn’t see it that way but then again it is not coming from the male perspective. I really don’t mind it too much. I have always had a fantasy of watching her with someone else…..although she is not aware of that particular fantasy. She is what I would call a shoeplayer….dangle and dips. I almost always catch other men staring at her feet. Of course she is oblivious to all of that…so she claims. I have brought it to her attention numerous times but she just dismisses ısparta escort me. This evening was different…………..very different. We had not been out for a long time and we were both adamant that tonight was going to be fun. I just did not know how much fun. We always use these nights to spur on foreplay for us to engage in later at home. As the night wore on she continued to drink a bit, not to excess but enough she had a good buzz going. At the table she was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs with a touch of dangling in between. I had noticed her boss checking out her feet throughout the night. He is a bit older but in decent shape. Twice divorced or so I have been told. I met up with him at the bar and exchanged greetings. After a little small talk I saw him looking back at the wife and her legs. I inquired as to what he was looking at and to my shock he said my wife!. He said he found her legs and feet very stimulating and confessed he had a foot fetish…specifically stocking feet in high heels. Well far be it from me to judge…I have the same fault. However I did not let on to him that this was the case. We both ended up looking and staring at my wife for a bit from the bar as she dangled her pumps from her stocking toes. He remarked how escort ısparta he would love to get his hands on her feet but it was too bad she was married. Well I heard that remark and filed it away for later. Maybe tonight would in fact be different. The thought of someone else using my wife’s feet for their pleasure really did not bother me. I was not jealous and didn’t classify that as cheating. I did not know if the wife would feel the same and was quite doubtful that there was enough booze at the bar to change her mind.Later on her boss came over to our table to say hello and sat next to my wife. They were quickly engaged in conversation and I could not help but notice where he was looking…..right at my wife’s legs and feet. I watched her and she was oblivious to his staring. At one point he actually placed his hand on her thigh and she did not push him away. Apparently she did not see it as a problem. She was pretty lit by this point but still. I could not help but feel aroused that someone else was making advances on my wife’s legs. I wondered what was up but my question got answered quickly. He started to run his hand down my wife’s leg to her foot. Of course her pump was dangling from her toes so he had unlimited access to her her foot. He brazenly ısparta escort bayan slid his hand down and began to rub her stockinged arch. She giggled a little but did not push him away. He looked over and saw me staring and froze. I just smiled and nodded. I figured he would either continue or decide to get up and leave. Well to no ones surprise he continued. Her pump soon fell off her foot and he pounced on her toes like a bitch in heat. It was obvious my wife was enjoying the mild flirtation….what else was obvious was the bulge in his crotch. I just stood back and observed. I really had mixed feelings at this point. My wife was somewhat unaware of his intentions although I was not. This continued for a short time when I noticed his face getting flushed and his eyes were fixed and staring at my wife’s stocking foot. She was still carrying on the conversation totally clueless…I think. It occurred to me that he was getting close to blowing his load in his pants but then I began to think I was exaggerating. Well I was not. A couple of minutes later he stiffened up (excuse the pun) and kind of convulsed. I knew at that point exactly what had happened. My wife’s boss had just gotten off while massaging her stockinged foot and apparently she was none the wiser. After a few minutes he excused himself but before leaving was a total gentleman by picking up my wife’s pump and placing it back on her foot. She just smiled and said thank you. He then walked away….presumably to the restroom to clean up. That is all for now. If i get some good feedback I will relate part 2….on the way home and beyond.