I am a straight male, 30, in a long-term monogamous relationship. I love my wife; we have good sex, and often. When we first got together, I had a mild foot fetish, and she has gorgeous pedis. We have done and still do foot play on occasion. But my fetish has grown stronger as time has passed, and I have grown thirstier for her appendages. They are all I can think about.
My wife and I volunteered to work at a fundraiser recently. It was a nice event, so we had to dress accordingly. We got there about 5pm. I was wearing a black button up dress shirt, dark jeans, and black dress shoes. She was wearing black dress pants, an aqua sleeveless top, and tan open toe heels. Her toes were freshly painted pink.
This week, a once-wealthy woman offering her feet to pay the bills: 45, straight, divorced, UWS. The sun streams in through my bedroom window high above Manhattan. I take a quick peek at my emails. Thirty-seven new messages … maybe one or two will pan out.
I got the shock of my life when I woke up one morning. I found out that my wife had walked out on me. A short note lay on the kitchen table telling me that she would not be coming back.