Sunday Afternoon - Lunch with the Family Out of the Way, Daddy Stopped By cause It's Time to Play! See that look, that cause he knows what I am going to do to him!
After his promotion to the CEO of the company you left your job to be better houe husband. He started noticing how you look at his feet and your obsession with him wearing sheer socks everyday.
"You know you can tell me anything baby, we've been married for years. Is it my feet? Do they turn you on?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I've seen how you look at my feet and how you make sure you put on my sheer socks yourself everyday. It's okay, wanna taste them?"
"I..."
"It's been a long day at work babe. My feet would love a good massage and a quick clean. Don't be shy, come on."
He started gently wiggling his toes. You realized that your secret isn't a secret anymore and their is no point in denying it. You placed your face in between his sheer socked feet and took a big whiff.
They stinked so bad. However for you this was heaven, you loved it. You gently started rubbing his feet as you sniffed them.
"Good job... yeah right there baby... that's how the CEO husband should be treated."
After an hour you peeled his sheer socks freeing his big feet. He spread his toes and without missing a second you started licking in between to get all that toe jam out.
"How do they taste honey."
"Vinegary and salty."
"Is that good? That's how you like them?"
"Ohh yes. They're amazing. To look at. To sniff. To lick. I just wish I told you about my fetish sooner."
"Don't worry you'll get hours every day to make up. That's how working husbands should be treated."