Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2012 17:06:46 -0400
From: Ed Ward <adulted@email.com>
Subject: Tricked By My Wife

This story is true and started in the early 1970s.  It is a twisted story
that involved my wife, my mother-in-law and my father-in-law.  I thought I
was pulling something over on my wife.  I thought everything was initiated
by me, but I was wrong, and ended up sucking off my father-in-law.  Let me
start by saying that I had and still have a major stocking fetish, and my
mother-in-law used that to her advantage.

Since I was a little boy, I have been unable to resist a woman's legs and
feet in suntan nylons.  I am even more excited by the sight, feel, and
scent of a woman's feet in stockings after she has worn them.  So early on
in my dating relationship with my future wife, she would put me totally
under her control by letting me rub and kiss her stocking feet.  She would
hold her stocking feet up to my face knowing that the scent of her feet in
her well worn nylons would result in me having an instant erection that
would last almost as long as she let me kiss her feet and breathe in her
scent.

My soon to be wife knew that I could not resist a woman with pretty feet if
she wore nylons and had me kiss and worship her feet.  I would have sex
with her as often as I could, and in between time would secretly fantasize
about kissing and inhaling the scent of her mother's feet in her nylons
too.  My fiancée (Linda) unknown to me would tell her mother most
everything about our relationship.  They would talk about their sex lives,
and my mother-in-law (Dorothy) would listen to Linda's stories, then tell
her daughter about what was missing in her sex life with my father-in-law
Art.

Dorothy would tell Linda about the fact that her husband would never have
oral sex with her.  She in turn would not put her mouth on her husband's
penis.  So neither partner would perform oral sex on the other, yet both
yearned to be on the receiving end of a talented oral partner.  For months,
Linda listened to her mother complain about how she had read her romantic
novels that talked of such activities, but her husband would not consider
it.  While these same novels told of a woman taking her lover in her mouth,
Dorothy could not bring herself to do it.  Both were products of strict
upbringing that considered anything outside of traditional missionary
intercourse to be perverted.  Yet, Dorothy wanted to feel the power of an
orgasm provided in the same way describe in her novels.

Linda, feeling for her mother, told her that I was quite skilled at oral
sex, and she thought that I would be a solution to her problem, but they
were at a loss as how to broach the subject.  Linda and Dorothy came up
with the idea of me being seduced by my mother-in-law.  Linda convinced her
mom that if they could somehow get her mother's stocking feet under my
nose, anything else was possible.  So they arranged for me to go to my
mother-in-laws house under the pretense of taking her to an event that Art
would not be attending. Dorothy would act as if her feet were in dire need
of a massage as a result of her shopping all day.  The plan was set, and I
was to pick up Dorothy, to take her to the event.  Linda would already be
there, so I was just giving her mom a ride.

I arrived at Dorothy's house at the predetermined time, and she offered me
a gin and tonic, saying that she had been on her feet all day.  She had
showered, but was still wound up, and needed a drink to settle down before
we left.  According to the plan, Dorothy dangled her shoe off of her foot,
rolling her ankle, and saying how she just needed to relax, and that her
feet were killing her.  Just as they suspected, I offered to help her and
give her feet a massage.  I knew that I wanted to hold touch, kiss and
inhale the scent of Dorothy's stocking feet, but had no idea, that she knew
all too well, that as soon as I touched her feet, the game was for all
intent and purpose over.  I sat on the other end of the sofa, and slipped
off her shoes.  She had been shopping all day, and had showered, but I did
not know at the time, that she had put on the same pair of suntan Leggs
Sheer Energy pantyhose (with reinforced toe).  After several minutes of
gently rubbing her feet, trying my best to hide the fact that I was
enjoying the massage much more than she was, she apologized saying that she
felt awful.  The massage felt so good, but her feet must stink from being
in her heels all day.

I gave my best acting job, saying that everything was fine, and that I
could not tell that she had worn those pantyhose all day.  She then sprung
the trap, putting the underside of her foot up to my face, with my nose
right at her reinforced toe.  She laughingly said you mean you can't smell
them.  I told her I could but it was not an offensive odor.  She then
pressed her foot tighter to my face and asked if I was just saying that, or
perhaps I enjoyed the strong fragrance.  I was embarrassed to admit that I
enjoyed the scent of her feet in those nylons, and told her that her
daughter would do the very same thing to get me to do whatever she wanted.
Dorothy then said, you mean if you smell my stocking feet, you will do
whatever I want?

By now I was under her spell, and gently yet passionately held her feet to
my face tenderly kissed them, and breathed in the fragrance of her stocking
feet.  I admitted that I had wanted to do that ever since I first met her.
One thing led to another, and within ten minutes, I had my tongue in
Dorothy's delicious and previously neglected pussy.  After several orgasms,
we made passionate love.  I did not know at the time, that Linda and
Dorothy had hatched the plot, and I was now frightened out of my mind that
Linda would somehow find out.  Dorothy assured me that it was our secret,
and Linda would never find out, but also told me that she could not do
without being brought to an orgasm by my tongue.  For the next several
months, every chance we got, Dorothy would have me kiss her feet in her
well worn pantyhose, with me licking her pussy until she could not produce
another delicious drop for me to drink.  During this time, we gradually
expanded our play to include her being introduced to sucking cock.  I
thought I was in heaven, kissing Dorothy's stocking feet, licking her
pussy, and her sucking my cock.  All the time, I was making sure that I
serviced Linda so she would not become suspicious.  Little did I know that
Linda and her mom would talk about how she had no idea that giving and
receiving oral sex could be so wonderful.

Everything was going according to the plan, which I thought was my plan.
Little did I know I was a pawn in the whole scheme.  Life as good, until my
father-in-law over heard Dorothy talking to Linda on the phone.  He was
able to discern that his wife was having her pussy eaten by and was sucking
the cock of her son-in-law.  He did not know that his daughter was on the
other end of the phone.  He was out of his mind with rage, but did not want
to hurt his daughter with the story of her husband's incestuous
relationship with her mom.

So, one Saturday morning when Linda and her mom were out, Art stopped by to
pay me a visit.  He was calm and cool, when he confronted me with the
facts.  He knew that I was eating his wife, and she was sucking my cock.
She had never done this to him in almost 30 years of marriage.  He told me
in no uncertain terms, that if I didn't want my wife to find out, I would
stop seeing Dorothy, and start sucking his cock, to make up for years of
doing without.  My head was spinning, and I felt like I was going to vomit.
It seemed like life as I knew it no longer existed.  What choice did I
have?  While I was an unfaithful husband, I was as straight as an arrow,
and putting a man's cock in my mouth was out of the question.  He sneered
and said the choice was mine.  I could break his daughter's heart, or suck
his cock.  What could I do?  So, I started down the road of sucking cock.
He would stop by when my wife was not at home, and train me how to be a
cock sucker.  For the longest time, I hated the sound of his name, but
within a few months, I began looking forward to feeling him pump the cum
that made my wife down my throat.

For six months, I was now a cock sucker, and had stopped eating Dorothy,
and more importantly to me, I was no longer able to inhale the scent of her
stocking feet.  It was difficult to come up with reasons why I could not
service Dorothy, and eventually she told her daughter.  Linda and her mom
decided to tell me about their plan, and that I had Linda's blessing to
orally service her mom.  So one Saturday night while Linda was on her back
with her stocking feet in my face, and my cock buried in her pussy, she
brought up the subject of her mom.  To say the least, my cock wilted as
soon as she mentioned Dorothy's name.  She told me the whole story, and
told me that she knew that once her mom got me to kiss her feet, I was
helpless.  She seemed pleased with herself, knowing that my weakness was
exploited by the two women with sexy legs and feet in suntan nylons.

I on the other hand was livid.  I told her about her dad finding out, and
making me suck his cock for months just so she would not find out.  It took
me some time to calm down.  I was now a cock sucker, and no amount of
rationalizing could change that fact.  Now that I was fully aware of the
entire story, I was able to make decisions for myself.  I told her that I
would gladly return to playing with Dorothy.  I would also continue sucking
Art.  Linda had to promise that neither of her parents would ever find out
the entire story.  Art and Dorothy both died in an automobile crash in
1980.  I continued to drink their cum until the very end.

Over the years, I admitted to myself that I was bi-sexual, and Linda would
have to pay me back for the prank that backfired.  We got into swinging,
and I had Linda cuckold me at every opportunity.  For the next 20 years,
Linda continued to wear Leggs Sheer Energy pantyhose, have me kiss her feet
in her well worn nylons, but she would also fuck the men I would bring
home, then have me lick her freshly fucked pussy clean.

When Linda passed away in 1996, I started looking for t-girls.  I now
consider myself gay, and only date shemales that wear nylons and want to
feed me their cum.