My man is less into feet than I am, but he tries for my sake. It was admittedly funny, but also insanely hot, when he once jacked off into a pair of heels at a family dinner, expecting me to dawn them and be walking around conversing with my mom and sister while feeling his seed between my toes.. We spent the night at my folks house for a weekend celebration. Late that night after the partying was done but before anyone awoke, he disappeared from our room. He disappeared into the darkness to find my shoes I took off downstairs under a table and leave his "surprise" for me. He thought it would be hot if later when I put them back on in the morning I noticed what he did and had to "suffer" through the day with that. In theory he's right. I'd find that hot as hell. the risk of someone else spotting the heels first alone is enough to get me on the edge....
He found shoes where he knew I took mine off so he assumed they were mine, but my younger sister was also in attendance (She's 4 years my junior) with her boyfriend. Unbeknownst to him, she also kicked off her heels while at the table and later after partying and dancing left 'em there (its our childhood house, we both have done that since we were kids). The next morning we all went out and I did wear heels so he thought id notice. He was perplexed how I didn't comment or make a gesture about it and it took him asking if I liked his surprise and later explaining what he did, for us both to realize he didn't use my shoes....but someone else's (Could have been my sisters or mothers...among 4 other women in attendance that night).
We had to casually, but urgently leave the morning rehearsal to a event we all were attending and break back into my moms house (well I had a key but it felt more exciting that that at the time) to hopefully find said shoes, and failing that pack up and leave so no one could ask questions. By sheer luck, we found them. I recognized they were my sisters and immediately told him we had to take them with us, as this wasn't going to come out. I tried washing them off but the stain was set....so I simply packed them up in our car and we drove back to the rehearsal under the guise of a false alarm from my work regarding me needing to head back home. The morning went as normal, and other than my Hubby being oddly polite to my sister whom he normally treats like a brat (she is a brat...but they get along) we went unnoticed.
Later after the event rehearsal, my sister, her boyfriend, my mom, my dad, and the two of us all headed back home to clean up from last night and take stock for the next day when the event was happening. About 2 hrs into cleaning my sister realizes she kicked off her shoes last night and sets out to look for them. Her boyfriend also helps look and they both realize she removed them at dinner. She goes to look and only finds my pair(I had brought a set for the evening and a set that matched the daytime event the next day), then tears the house apart, getting all of us (my guilty Husband and my gleeful self included, watching for once how he's squirming under the guilt of how hot this whole situation is, and how risky getting caught could be, for once) to help look. I was starting to realize she was getting suspicious and was starting to question who would move/ take her shoes. Just as I made to suggest what could have happened, or that id help her look later to diffuse the tension, my mom found the perfect lie and didn't even realize it was not the truth.
"Dear, you were pretty drunk last night. I was amazed you were ready this morning, any chance while enjoying last night, you simply misremembered where you put these shoes?" My mom, in her innocence truly did and does still believe my sister accidentally misplaced the shoes....She'd never say it but she knows we both like to party and my sister has yet to realize when to not over do it. I couldn't believe our luck, and apparently neither could her defeated boyfriend, and my now elated husband. Both of them explained how she simply could have went traipsing around the backyard last night as we all were and kicked them off somewhere. She questioned it, but unfortunately for my little sis....she's lost far more than shoes to a night of drinking.....so she dropped the whole thing there and simply accepted they would turn up.
Fast-forward to us leaving the next afternoon and I couldn't even think straight I was laughing so hard on the way home. My husband was pissed, as the whole night I'd been asking if she'd checked here or there and asked if she'd asked the other rehearsal members if they had seen them. All the while watching my hubby's depressed face turn to embarrassment and anger. She eventually gave up and was also getting mad I kept asking, thinking I was rubbing in the fact she's a lush at times, and that took some smoothing out, but it was well worth the look on his face all weekend. When we got home he was so mad he outright tossed the shoes like 20 feet into the wood line near our house. To say I "paid for" my actions during that weekend, afterwards, would be an understatement lol. He was frustrated, but by no means was shame or bashfulness enough to pacify his cock. I ended up simply buying a new pair for her a few months later, claiming I was an idiot and packed them in my bag (pissed her off even more as she tore my luggage apart that day too, figuring I was being an asshole and hiding them)...but the dollars spent, and the good few hours of pain later were more than worth the memory and thought of him emptying his load into my heels and wearing them about. Good thing too, as he absolutely refuses to do so now. XD
