When I did finally express it to girlfriends, they would entertain it to a degree, but it never had the same erotic sexual flare for them as it did me... until I met my wife. I did not tell my wife about my foot fetish when I first met her, but she had amazing feet. They were all I ever fantasized about. Sexy wide soles, perfectly tapered toes, nicely arched. Very soft and ticklish. I was scared I would scare her off if I expressed my foot fetish to her. On our first date she took off her sexy. He got down on his knees and started sucking me but instead of the usual sucking like the guy was starving and needed to swallow a load in a hurry this guy was sucking my cock slow and sensually.He also started running his hands over my abs and chest. This gave me such a thrill. This was so much more than just a BJ. He finished me off and left.I started to consider myself as bi-curious rather than straight. I still preferred women but why can’t you have both.I continued to be a regular at the. Sandra maned again “very ok” she said.Several minutes later Zelda got off the bed and asked Sandra to roll over. Having down so Sandra looked at Zelda. Firm breasts, erect nipples, shaved pussy and fire in her eyes. Now naked Zelda tipped oil over Sandra’s breasts. She began to massage them and to tweak Sandra’s nipples. Working down her stomach Zelda bypassed Sandra’s crotch and began again to massage her feet and then worked her way up her legs. Sandra sighed as Zelda massaged her upper. She just didn't want to wait.I decided I didn't want to make her wait either, so as my mouth teased her nipples and sucked in as much of her breasts as possible my hands moved back south and began to stroke her pussy through her panties. I could feel the moistness as it began to grow and soak the material under my fingertips. It was time to take the next step, so my hands slowly slid up to the waistband of her panties and tried to slide them down. Her hips lifted, as I felt them slowly slide.