More of Her Beautiful Feet

This is the sequel to the story Her Beautiful Sandaled Feet.  For background concerning my sudden interest in my wife’s feet, please read that story first.

As we were leaving the driveway, Chrissy put her feet on the dashboard and asked, “Do you like my toes?”

“I do. They look really good,” I answered.

“I think they look cute.  I love the pink.  But I better put them down so I don’t distract you while you’re driving,” she quickly replied.

After a moment of silence, I was about to ask, “What brought about the…”

As I started to speak, she spoke at the same time.  Almost knowing my thoughts, she added, “I was always a nature girl at heart, and was a tomboy growing up.   Less is more, as far as make up and nail polish is concerned.  But I noticed that when I got my toes done for my sister’s wedding, it was little turn on for you, and… change can be fun… and a little spicy.” She flashed a little a smile.

“Thanks,” I replied as I felt myself blush. “Do you want to pull over at the next cheap motel for a quickie?” I asked.

“Let’s just keep going. I mean my parents will be expecting us,” she said.

We made small talk along the way, then Chrissy asked, “How did you go about picking those polish colors for me?”

“Well… I tried to imagine what would look good.  It was always a fantasy of mine to make love to you with your toes painted bright fire engine red.  And the pink is girly…”

Chrissy flashed a smile, and said, “That’s something new I learned about you.” She placed her feet on the dashboard again.

I added, “I saw this pink and though it would be fun for the beach vacation and… and I liked the name.”

“Yeah, it’s called Fiesta,” she added. After a moment of silence, she said, “Maybe you can fulfill one of my fantasies too this summer.”

“What would that be?”  I asked.

“It would be quite a change, and we’ll talk about it later.  You better keep you focus as we drive these barricades.”

We made small talk along the way, stopping for dinner and arriving at her parent’s house after dark.

When we pulled in, Chrissy’s Mom and younger sister promptly greeted us.  I overheard her sister notice her pink painted toes.

A few minutes later, her Dad came out.  Chrissy immediately noticed his new super short haircut.

“Whoa, Dad, my gosh you got your haircut.  Really got it cut!” Chrissy exclaimed, seemingly surprised.

Her Mom, piped up, “After he retired, I asked him if he’d cut it short for me like he had when we got married.”

“So I did!”  her Dad said.  “It’s grown out a little since I first did it.”

“I was a good start and next time you can skin it all the way down in the sides, like when you were in the service,”  her mom replied.

“It looks great,” Chrissy said with some enthusiasm.

“Maybe you can go with him before you go to get yours cut too,” her mom said directing her comments towards me.

Chrissy looked at me with sparkly eyes and raised her eyebrows wiggling them in a flirty way, affirming what her mom said.

Feeling all eyes were on me, I broke the awkward silenced saying,  “Yeah, well, it looks good. I better get unpacked.”

“I’ll help ya,” her dad replied.

“Not everything needs to come in since we are leaving for the beach tomorrow,” Chrissy reminded me.

After we brought our bags inside, Chrissy and her mom were looking at her mom and dad’s old photos.  Chrissy giggled at seeing her dad during his time in the Marines.

“See, didn’t he look so handsome with that short haircut?” her mom asked.

“Yeah, he looks really good.  It was quite a change from his previous hippy-ish haircut,” Chrissy said, smiling at me and tousling my hair.

“Well, it was the style in the late 60s,” her mom replied. “I mean look at my hair—it’s down almost to my waist.  I never really liked long hair on men, but it was the style then, along with facial hair.  I was happy when the Marines made him cut it all off.”

“So was it like your honeymoon again after he got it cut short this time?”  Chrissy asked her mom.

Her dad interjected, “She wore me out.”

Everyone shared a chuckle.

“Growing up on the farm, I always liked seeing boys in buzzcuts.  He’s almost due for a cut again, and maybe next time, he will do regulation short,” her mom said, looking at her father with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, I think I am going to take a shower and get ready for bed since we have the second leg of our trip tomorrow,”  I replied.

“Good night,” everyone said.

After I took a shower and started to get sleepy, Chrissy came in, and I hinted about fooling around.  She gave me a quick kiss and said, “How about tomorrow?”  As I was dozing off she mentioned something about father’s haircut and making her mom happy, but I was sleepy and didn’t catch everything.

We awoke the next morning, and Chrissy promptly got up to take a shower.  She always gets excited to see her friends, and seems to get this burst of energy and friskiness.

As tired as I was, I got up to show respect for her.

“Good morning,” she said smiling and giving me a kiss. Then she said, “Look at my toes!” and wiggled them as she stood in front of me with her bathrobe on.  I noticed she was sporting a toe ring on her right foot.

“My sister gave me a toe ring,” she said with excitement.

“You look great, and your toes do too,” I said.

Chrissy noticed my obvious arousal. Brushing my groin, she said in a flirty, lustful tone, “Tonight, we’ll fool around.”

We had breakfast and got ready meet Chrissy’s friends from college.  A few hours later, we arrived at the beach house and her friend Veronica promptly greeted us. She ran out and gave Chrissy a big hug and showed us the room where we would be staying.  The room had a seaside balcony overlooking the bay, a kitchenette, and a king sized bed with brass-spindled bed posts.

“I will let you two get settled and see you on the beach in a little bit,” Veronica said.

“This place is beautiful,” said Chrissy. “And I can’t wait to try out this huge bed.”

I went back to the car to get the rest of our things while Chrissy went into the bathroom to get changed.

“What do you think?” she asked as I came back in.

I dropped the bag I was holding, realizing I may have broken a glass jar.  She was wearing a white bikini.  Chrissy has been working out regularly and lost quite a bit of weight over the past year.  She was looking really buff, yet womanly.

“Wow!”  I said in breathy voice.

“Too revealing?”  she asked.

“I…I…I don’t think so,”  I stuttered.

“I think I’ll put on my one piece instead,” she said. “I feel like I am dressed in my underwear.”

“It’s a swimsuit,” I said.

She changed and put on a black and pink one piece paired with cut off jean shorts.  We spent the day mostly on the beach, meeting new friends and catching up with old ones.

After a day of partying, playing games, and beachfront barbecue, we all went back to our rooms about 10PM.   We took showers separately, as the bathroom was really small.  I went first, and Chrissy went in after me.

I was checking my phone when I heard the door open.  Chrissy, with her hair still wet, came out wearing a knee-length silk robe.  She climbed on the bed and kissed me deeply.

“Ready to fool around?”  she asked seductively.

She kissed me, pulled away, and took off her robe to reveal her white bikini.  Then she grabbed the silk tie from her robe and tied it around my wrist.

“What are doing?”  I asked.

“Tying you up,”  she said emphatically, yet seductively.  “I bet you can’t get out.”

“What’s the bet?” I inquired.

“I will let you know when I am done,”  Chrissy said as she got up and went to her suitcase.  “I need another tie to make sure you can’t get out.”  She grabbed my other wrist and tied it to the headboard spindle.  “Now we can have some fun.”

Chrissy pulled down my boxers and sat on the bed facing me with her knees bent up to her breasts. The sight visibly turned me on.  She then put her feet on my upper thigh near my groin. I could see that the sand had dulled and slightly chipped her polish.

After a moment of silence, she said,  “I felt really in place with my toes done.  I mean, did you notice that most of the girls had painted theirs?” she asked.

“I noticed you,” I said.

“Mmmm, that’s sweet.  Maybe I should take the polish off and let them go natural and breathe a little. The sand chipped my polish,”  she said teasingly.

“I kinda like them painted,” I said, trying to be reassuring.

“Yeah. I kinda dug Kayla’s bright blue…”

“Is that the color you want to do next?  Which one was Kayla?”

“Maybe blue. Kayla was the wife of the guy you were talking football with, the one with the super short haircut…” she paused and smiled, “You’d look good with your hair like that.”

“Really?  You’d like that?” I asked.

“Mmm, hmm. You’d look yummy. I mean, after seeing my dad and the other guys here with super short hair or no hair, I think you would look great,” Chrissy whispered. She inched both feet toward my groin, cupping my erect member.  After a moment of anticipation, she said, “Let’s talk about our little bet we have going on.”

“What’s the bet?” I asked with anticipation.

I say if you can get out, my next color on my toes will be. . .”

I squirmed my wrist. She tied me up really good. “Blue?” I asked.

She giggled and whispered, “Bright, fire-engine red, and maybe my nails too.  And if I win, you visit the barbershop and ask for a short flattop.  I have been thinking about you in that haircut.  Remember that flattop you got just after we met?  I loved that cut on you. You should do it for me,”  she whispered seductively.

Chrissy turned her back to me and took off her bikini bottoms.  When she turned back around, she reached up to make sure my ties hadn’t loosened.

“You shaved it all off!”  I said, surprised.  As she reached up, her exposed privates were inches from face.  I stuck out my tongue and gave them a good lick.

Chrissy’s shivered. “That feels good,” she whispered, remaining in that position as she checked her hold on me.  “I shaved it all off for my bikini before we left. That’s why we couldn’t fool around yesterday. They say you have to wait a day before having sex.”

After making sure of my bonds, she leaned back and put her left foot near my lips. “I bet the polish you picked first was red.”

I leaned my head forward and kissed her toes.  My heart raced, and my breaths came heavily.

Chrissy then reoriented herself, mounted me, and inserted my penis into her.  She began moving up and down, cowgirl style.  Then she leaned forward in a reverse missionary style and whispered in my ear, “I bet you would love to see my toes painted  prettily with red polish in black strappy high heels.” She nibbles on my ear lobe.

I began to ejaculate like a volcano inside her.  After a few minutes of heavy breathing, we stopped.

“It looks like I won. You’re going to look great in short hair,”  Chrissy said, smiling and tousling my hair. “I love you.”

To be continued.