Jacuzzi Footjob Fantasy ~ Ignite Story

This is another fantasy of mine, but one based on some actual experiences.

I always love being in a jacuzzi with my wife. Almost instantly, when I know we’ll be in one together, my hormones are dialed up to eleven, even when I know nothing is going to happen.

Part of it might be because, before we got married, we had some experiences in jacuzzis—hard make-out sessions, groping and fondling, stroking and rubbing, and they made great places to suck her delicious toes). And on our honeymoon, we had a private one where we could do these things guilt-free. She deliberately jerked me off to completion for the first time, we made love, and it was the first place/time I ever got to cum on her breasts and feet. S hot tubs will always have that sexy-time connection for me. 

But I think a bigger part of what gets me turned on about being in a jacuzzi—or more specifically, her in a jacuzzi—is how different she can be. She just seems more relaxed, more at ease, more confident, and more flirty. I love seeing her like this; it’s not often that these traits come out for her. Who knows? Maybe it’s because she knows the effect and power she has over me in this environment; she has me wrapped around her finger, big time.

Anyways, on to the story.

The air felt crisp and cool as the setting sun gilded what few red and golden leaves remained on the maples. We were, hanging out with my wife’s sister, her husband, and their little one. My brother-in-law and I had done some yard work and looked after his daughter while our wives went out for a girls’ afternoon out. We had just had some great late-evening bbq when someone suggested we all hop in the jacuzzi. I heartily agreed! Sexy times or not, I love me some hot tubbing!

We all tidied up the leftovers and went to change. I was ready first, probably because I’m always eager for tub time, and my suit was just a loose pair of gym shorts, so I got the lid off, set the temperature, turned the jets on low, and hopped in. Something about jacuzzis just melts the stress away for me. I couldn’t wait to be joined by my amazing wife; she always gets super relaxed and comfortable in hot tubs and becomes a lot more fun! Plus, seeing her wet and in a swimsuit—even the non-revealing one piece which she usually wears—is always a bonus!

As I was sitting in the tub, thinking about my amazing wife, I heard the patio door open and close. She came out wrapped in a towel—nothing out of the norm.

“Hey, babe. Can’t wait for you to join me. The water’s great,” I said as she got closer.

“Sorry I took so long. I was helping Abbey and John get the kiddo upstairs to get her ready for bed and tucked in. They’ll be out in a little bit.”

“No worries, my love. The wait gave me a chance to get the temperature right.”

“I also needed a few minutes to change into my new suit…”

My ears perked, and I sat up a little straighter. “You got a new suit?”

“Yes, I did. my sister helped me pick it out.” She slowly started to drop her towel. “I think you’ll like it a lot… daddy.” As her towel hit the ground, I was instantly half-mast and quickly approaching fully erect. Before me was my usually shy and reserved (outside of sexy times) wife, wearing a fairly revealing bikini.

My wife laughed and gave me a huge smile when she saw my slack-jawed reaction. She *loves* that she can reduce me to aroused silence.

I reached up my hand to help her into the tub, enjoying a quick peek at her gorgeous ass showcased in the bikini before she sat down across from me. She moved and splashed around a little, making sure the water was splashing between and against her beautiful tits and belly.

Laughing again as I sat in mesmerized silence, my wife finally said, “I take it you like it.”

At first, all I could say was, “Holy crap, yes.” before adding, “You’re so insanely sexy in it! I love how confident you look wearing it! And you should be, babe—you’re incredibly hot!”

She laughed and moved over to me for a quick and hard kiss, slipping her tongue all too briefly into my mouth before pulling back, smiling. “Thank you, daddy.” (Every time she calls me that, it’s like a jolt straight to my dick. It makes me twitch, I find it so hot.) “While we were out, I was telling my sister how you’ve been trying to encourage me to dress more confidently, within my comfort zone, and embrace my body the way you see it—flawless and sexy. And she agreed wholeheartedly. She figured a great thing to help ease me into this would be a new bikini for hot tubbing. I’m comfortable with her seeing me this way, and it won’t be awkward or an issue for her husband. So I agreed, and we got this little number.”

“Remind me to thank her,” I said and laughed.

“That’s not the only thing you’ll have to thank her for, daddy…”

I looked at her, slightly perplexed. “What do you mean, babe?”

My wife smiled. “While we were talking about how I dress and how you’d like it, she mentioned that we should get a pedicure.” She caught how my eyes widened. “I asked her why, and she said, “Well, he’ll enjoy looking at your feet even more.”

My face reddened.

“Oh, hun, don’t be embarrassed. She won’t tell anyone, and she said she found it sweet. She told me she had seen you staring at my feet discretely for years,”—evidently, not discretely enough, I thought—“and wondered if you liked feet. But what made her sure was that, at family get-togethers, she’d always see you looking away from her’s or other of my relatives’ bare feet, even if they were right in front of you. She told me: ‘You should get your toes looking nice for a man who’s clearly working to have only eyes for you and your feet.’ Plus… she wanted a pedi.” She laughed and then said, “Don’t look ashamed, my love. I know you struggle sometimes, but I *loved* hearing how my sister sees you living out your faith and having eyes for only me.”

While she was saying all this, though I felt a little abashed that my secret was out in the family, I was happy about what my wife had said and thankful that my sister in law had encouraged my wife to embrace confidence in her sexy body. As I had this thought and started relaxing, I noticed I was still semi-erect; I just couldn’t ignore how hot she was in her bikini.

My wife caught me staring and smiled. She briefly moved up and gave me a tender peck on the lips before moving back to her seat across from me. She then said, “I know you like bikinis—and I think you’ll really like these too, daddy.” She lifted her right foot above the water to show me her toes tipped lavender nail polish.

My semi went to full wood in 0.5 seconds. She laughed at my wide-eyed, mouth agape, “holy crap, this is so hot” expression. I had instinctively just grabbed her foot and started to rub it.

Then My wife said, “Go ahead, daddy. Give em’ a quick kiss—I know you’re dying to.” She hadn’t even finished her sentence before I leaned in and kissed all over her foot, heel to toes. She laughed, saying, “I love how much my feet turn you on, daddy. You get so horny you can’t control yourself.” As she spoke, I couldn’t resist quickly sucking each toe.

She slid her foot back under the water when we heard the patio door (thankfully out of sight, around the corner) slide open and shut. My sister-in-law and her husband arrived outside to join us, which lead to my wife and I laughing about almost getting caught—and seriously, how could we explain that?

“What’s so funny, you two?” my brother-in-law asked.

“Oh, we’re just talking about some of our favourite moments from The Office,” my wife quickly responded. (I sure love how quickly she thinks on her sexy feet.)

“Man, I love Creed in that show,” my brother-in-law said as he helped his wife into the tub, and we all got situated in corners, my wife near me on one side and the in-laws in the other two. As he was still speaking, my wife caught me staring at her. She then smirked at her sister, who looked at me, gestured with her eyes towards my wife, and winked before laughing just as her husband was quoting, “Hi-ya, pumpkin, it’s Creed…”

All I could do was just chuckle and think, “I never thought my sister-in-law would wink encouragingly at me ogling her sister.”

“Babe, could you turn the jets up? I love it when it’s really bubbly!” my sister-in-law said to her husband, who happily obliged. As the jets switched to high and the bubbles increased significantly, no one could see anything below the shoulders anymore. Under the water, my wife reached over, gave my hand a quick squeeze, and lovingly smiled at me. I leaned my head back, and we all let out a collective sigh.

At that point, I felt my wife’s foot brush against my leg. I had finally relaxed enough that my hard-on had subsided, but very quickly, I felt myself getting hard again. Anytime my wife’s foot brushes my leg, this happens. I know nothing is meant by it or will happen, but I can’t help it. I looked over at my wife, who just slightly chuckled, knowing what had happened, and continued to talk about The Office.

Then it happened again—and again! “She’s just getting comfortable,” I remind myself.

Whenever we’re in a tub together, she always prefers to rest her legs on the seat. With the size of the tub and us in near corners, she moved both her feet beside me so she could do this.

I looked over at her and mouthed, “Would you like me to move?”

She just smiled and shook her head no.

We kept the TV talk going; we’re all big fans of the show, and it’s fun to discuss. Then I felt my wife’s sole brush against my thigh. I told myself again, “She’s just getting comfy,” though I couldn’t help my semi. Next, her foot moved against my inner thigh, which I thought had to be intentional. And then something happened that I couldn’t write off: my wife repositioned her foot and started rubbing my instantly hard cock through my shorts.

I looked over at my wife, hopefully in a way that wouldn’t draw attention, who quickly flashed me a sexy grin before adding to our convo. “I love the many damn-it-Michaels throughout the show; they’re always so funny.”  We all chuckled and agreed.

As my sister-in-law shared her favourite “damn it, Michael,” my wife moved her other foot to my cock and started stroking it with both of them, giving me a full-on footjob—incredibly subtly, I’ll add. I gotta say that it’s quite a thrill to try and remain calm while your wife gives you a footjob in a situation where you could get caught. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation, but I had to, or else I’d soon be cumming. My wife knew she was driving me crazy and chuckled more than the others as I shared my favourite “damn it, Michael.”

“We should probably go check on our little one,” my brother-in-law said after a while. My wife stopped her stroking but didn’t release my cock from between her feet. 

“That’s actually an excellent idea, honey,” my sister and law responded. “We should hit the hay soon too. It’s been a long day.”

“What are you guys gonna do?” my brother-in-law asked.

My wife responded, “We’ll probably enjoy the tub a little bit more if you don’t mind. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to enjoy one. Greg can grab our stuff; we can just toss on some shirts and drive home in this. Why don’t we leave through the side gate so that we don’t cut through the house and wake the little one.”

“Great,” my sister-in-law said as she and her husband got up and started exiting the tub. “We’ll just put your stuff and some fresh towels on the deck for you guys. Take the towels for the car and bring them back when you come over on Sunday.” Then she asked, “Did you want the jets on or off?”

“On, please—it’s so nice with them on,” I said before my wife added, “Thank you so much for the fun day and the towels!”

“No problem, hun! Have a great night, you two!” her sister said before heading inside, arm in arm with her husband.

My wife lightly moved her feet up and down, making me throb. We heard the side door open again as my brother-in-law called, “Greg, your stuff is right in front of the door! Have a good night.”

“Thanks, dude. You, too!” I responded as my wife stroked me more, flashing an incredibly sexy grin. “You’re such a tease,” I told her.

“Take off your shorts. I’m dying to feel your bare cock between my toes.” My shorts were off in a flash, and her feet were wrapped around and stroking me. “Besides, daddy,” my wife added, “I’m not teasing. I’m going to finish what I’ve started.”

My eyes widened. “As much as I’d love that, my everything, I can’t cum in here. It’d be noticed in the morning,” I said, though I did nothing to interrupt her foot job.

“Oh, you won’t cum in the tub, daddy.” She moved one foot from my cock but pinned it against my belly with the other, still stroking me. Then she raised her free foot above the water to my face. “Instead, when you’re about to cum, you’ll sit up on that corner and cum all over my feet. And to make sure there’s none in the water, you’re going to eat it off.”

My mouth opened in both pleasure and surprise—and she shoved her big toe in my open mouth. “Now suck your little girl’s toes,” she said, and I moaned as I wrapped my tongue around her it and closed my mouth.

I was borderline euphoric. Sucking her toes does this to me. It’s like endorphins fire all over my body, and there’s nothing but pleasure from my lips to my penis. She knew this and started rubbing her other foot along my cock, using her toes on the underside and on its head. I couldn’t stop moaning, thankful that the jets would dampen the noise and that my in-laws’ room is upstairs facing the street. I took more of her toes into my mouth, licking between and around them.

“You love sucking your little girl’s toes, don’t you, daddy?”

I moaned in response.

“I can tell by how hard your cock feels against my other foot.”

I could only moan more.

“You’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you, daddy? I can feel you twitching and throbbing.” As I let out another deep groan, she says, “I love how out of control and horny my feet make you. It’s such a turn on for me.”

She increased the pressure with her foot on my cock, and I took all five of her toes into my mouth and panted.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you, daddy? I can tell! You want to cum all over my sexy purple toes, don’t you?”

I released her toes from my mouth and sat up on top of the corner. My wife put both of her feet right in front of my cock, and it was only then that I realized she had her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms and was rubbing her pussy. It turned me on even further, which I didn’t think was possible!

My wife snapped my attention back by saying, “You want to see my feet covered in your load before you suck it off, don’t you, daddy?”

I started feverishly stroking, watching her rub her pussy faster.

“You loved me fucking you with my feet!” she moaned, and I was almost there. “You want to paint them white with your cum, don’t you?”

That did it. My fist flew up and down.

“That’s it, daddy! Cum all over my feet!”

I moaned while shot after shot coated her sexy feet.

“Don’t miss my toes, daddy! I know you especially love those.” She rubbed herself faster.

I aimed my cock so that it stood right over her toes, trying to cover them and especially her lavender nails. I sighed heavily and rubbed the last dribble of cum onto her big toe before sliding back into the tub.

“Don’t forget to clean up your mess, daddy.”

I leaned forward and started licking my load off her feet as she rubbed her pussy faster still, about to cum herself. Last of all, I sucked her toes, savoring the taste of them mingled with that of my cum before I swallowed some of it.

“Oh fuck, daddy! I’m cumming!!!” my wife moaned as she suddenly stopped rubbing and started lightly shaking in pleasure. I watched her come down, turned on and thrilled for her. “Come here and kiss me, baby,” she quietly said.

She’s never had my cum in her mouth, so I showed her that I still had some in mine.

“I don’t care. I want your lips on mine. Now get over here and get your tongue in my mouth,” and she yanked me over.

I still hadn’t swallowed, but I moved the cum to the back of my mouth in case my wife didn’t want it. But she quickly made it clear that she wanted to try it by pushing her tongue into my mouth and finding it, first lightly licking the pool before hungrily moaning and trying to get more.

We sat there in post-orgasmic bliss, making out and swapping the load back and forth, which started getting me hard again. My wife chuckled as she squeezed my penis, letting me know that she knew what she was doing to me.

I broke our kiss to say, “Well, that was a bunch of firsts! Holy shit, you’ve never masturbated before…”

She laughed. “I know! I just got so turned on by how horny I saw I was making you. Your desire was so hot that I just had to do something! And once I started, I couldn’t stop!”

“It was so unbelievably sexy to see. If I hadn’t just cum all over your feet, I’d want to cum now—Heck, I do!” We both laughed.

My wife reached over, gave my penis another squeeze, and said, “Why don’t we head out. We’ll get some late night ice cream, and maybe later, we can have round two.”  

“I love that idea, darling,” I said, standing to help her balance. We quietly grabbed our towels and things and headed to our car. I couldn’t resist giving her another kiss and thanking her for such an amazing experience. And I told her how much I love her. We then stopped for ice cream and headed home.