Allow me to describe my wife, Nandita. She’s breathtakingly beautiful with deep black eyes and short black hair. She has a solid build and is only two inches shorter than me, leaving her at a powerful 5’9” feet in height. She has a wonderful eye for fashion and those particular articles of clothing which make her look attractive. Her sandals/sandals collection is enormous and each pair complements her personality. Due to her height, most of her sandal are either flats or else they have low heels. She does possess a few pair with three to four inch heels which she mainly wears when she wants to look enticing and unreachable. I don’t think there is a man alive who can resist her when she wears her saris and her black heel sandals
I’m somewhat of a special case, however, in that I have fetish for women’s feet/sandals/chappals..
Nandita must be owning over 12 pairs of sandals , most of them leather. I’ve had the pleasure of studying each pair intimately, when she hasn’t been around. I’m lucky enough to work close to home while she works in the main city. Therefore, I am home alone almost every afternoon for lunch.
I began my exploration with simple visual appreciation. Slowly that extended to the other senses and I’d find myself smelling the material, rubbing the sandal on my face and even licking her sandal. I’ve licked her sandal all over: tasting the outer casings, the inner soles and even the bottom soles of her sandal. Finally after receiving so much sensual arousal from her sandal, I began masturbating with them.
My method of chappal/sandal masturbation is to strip naked, and then slide my penis and testicles inside it. This is the reason I appreciate Nandita’s size eight feet; they allow for sufficient room in her sandal. While sniffing or tasting one of her other sandal, I rub my penis inside the sandal until I ejaculate all over the inner sole.
Now, as I said, for the first year or so I was very cautious about masturbating with my wife’s sandal. I was quite afraid she might come home and catch me in an uncompromising position. I always hoped that she wouldn’t mind if she knew, but there can be incredible fear in the unknown. But as time went by, my courage was raised and I started having sex with Nandita’s sandal just about everywhere: wherever I wanted to.
One afternoon, our cocker-spaniel Jimmy happened to be in the living room when I decided to have a quick sandal shot. He watched intently as I undressed and stuffed my cock into one of the chappals Nandita had worn the day before. It’s outer material was purple satin and it had a one and a half inch black stiletto heel. I lifted the matching chappal to my mouth and began sucking on the heel like a baby sucks a pacifier. I’d usually go on stroking my cock inside the sandal for about another twenty minutes before fully creaming up the inside sole, but Jimmy seemed to be getting more and more curious and strutted over to me, his cock extending from it’s sheath.
Just on impulse, I removed the heel from my mouth, licked the bottom sole of the chappal – I love the fresh taste just after Nandita’s worn them – and presented the sandal to Jimmy on the floor. He smelled it and looked up at me in wonder. He saw my penis tucked inside of her other sandal and seemed to make the connection. He stretched out over the sandal trying to get his penis inside of it but he did not have the coordination. He simply pushed the sandal along the carpet and then flipped it over. He would need my help to lose his virginity.
I got up and brought the sandal into the center of the room where we’d have more space. Sliding the left sandal back onto my penis, I placed the right one on the floor and beckoned to Jimmy. He came over and again tried to mount the sandal. With my help he was successful and was soon sandaling away at her sandal. I, in turn, rubbed my penis inside the other sandal, completely intoxicated with the view of Jimmy’s familiar sexual perversion.
The sandal must have really fit for Jimmy because in nearly five minutes he started drooling and losing control of his thrusts. With half a dozen spastic jabs he deposited his hot thick load into the inner sole of Nandita’s sandal. He pulled off the sandal and began to clean himself off.
I would have a benefit that Jimmy did not. I could mount his sandal and use his semen as a lubricant. Without moving the sandal at all, I lowered my penis into the freshly fucked sandal and began thrusting as I had observed Jimmy do. It was much more difficult than it looked, especially with an inch-and-a-half heel. Fortunately, the sandal fell on its side as I felt much more comfortable getting at it sideways. I resumed sucking on the heel of Nandita’s other sandal and as Jimmy looked on, I imitated him, drooling and all.
Finally I felt my orgasm peaking and with a single thrust I jammed my penis as far into the sandal as I could. I then flexed my pelvis up and down as several jets of my cum squirted into the deepest region of Nandita’s sandal. Of course this was a region where Jimmy’s cum had already pooled. As the orgasm subsided I rolled over onto my back and breathed deeply, milking a few final drops of cum from my penis.
As I lay there feeling sleepy, Jimmy tried to get at the cum in Nandita’s sandal. Grabbing the sandal I joked with him, “Not so fast, buddy. You’ve had your share. This is mine.”
Saying so I lifted the sandal to my face and tilted the sandal back.. I licked a huge dollop of semen and swished it around in my mouth, testing its flavor. It was warm, salty and tingly and really quite good I must admit. So with a fearless fervor I licked the remaining sperm up and thoroughly cleaned the inside of Nandita’s sandal with my tongue.
I cleaned and dried the rest of the sandal out with a tissue, replaced both sandal in Nandita’s closet, and prepared to go back to work. My mind was racing, though. I had found a new friend to share my sexual experiences with. Within the next week I had discovered a new way for us to share Nandita’s sandal.
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As I said before, I prefer masturbating with the chappals/sandals Nandita wears the previous day. The Sunday following my first encounter with Jimmy, Nandita wore a pair of off-white chappals with a wide but thin wooden heel. These are her generic walking sandal and are nicely worn in.. So on Monday afternoon it was time for Jimmy and I to have some fun after the long weekend of abstinence.
When I removed my clothes and studied the sandal a thought dawned on me. Because the body of the chappal does not possess a proper heel, only a strap, it could be mounted in two ways. A penis could get in through the top as with any sandal, and also from below the strap where the heel cup usually was. So I took the sandal into the bedroom and lay down on my back in the middle of the bed. Jimmy followed me with curiosity. I placed one of the chappals on my lower stomach and inserted my growing penis underneath the strap. I was pleased to observe just enough room for another penis. I would need lubrication for this stunt and so I needed to cross the frontier of yet another forbidden sexual world.
First I licked the inner sole of Nandita’s chappal extensively and left as much saliva as I could muster coating the padded sole. Her sandal smelled and tasted so nice I could have continued to lick it all afternoon. Next I drooled into my hand and coated my penis. Now for the big test. Re-inserting my penis into the chappal, below the strap, I called Jimmy up onto the bed. He was not used to being permitted access to the bed but finally leapt up onto the far corner. When he saw my chappal-encased penis he started sprouting an erection. I called him closer to me and pulled him over so that his hind legs were on either side of my head. His pointy dog dick stuck down toward my face and I sucked it into my mouth. Jimmy was pleased and began thrusting at my mouth, but I only gave him that pleasure until his penis was as lubricated as my own. I then pushed him back toward my pelvis.
With much effort I was finally able to get him to straddle me and then I inserted his penis into the top of the chappal. Jimmy’s instincts took over and he began bucking and thrusting his penis into the chappal . However, he kept pushing the chappal right off of my cock and I needed someway to keep everything in place. Getting off of the bed I fished out a pair of Nandita’s garters.
The gentle friction of penis against penis against chappal l was enough for both of us. I felt very feminine as I reached up and around Jimmy, squeezing his buttocks. I looked up into his eyes as he was fucking me and the chappal and was in heaven. He looked both engrossed in his efforts and yet aware that he was pleasing us both with his thrusts. Again it was only about five minutes until he came, but on this occasion we came together.
I first felt Jimmy’s pre-cum leaking out of his dick onto mine. Then his knot started to grow and it was as if he were tugging on my cock, forcing me to cum. When I heard him start to growl and felt him squirt his hot cum into the sandal and on my cock I pulled him close to me and fired my hot gushers into the sandal as well. We were both panting and he was drooling all over the side of my face as we finished leaking out our cum. Finally he pulled off and allowed me to remove the chappal.
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3
After about one month of bliss, Nandita approached me with a problem.
“I’m having real trouble with Jimmy,” she said. “I think we should consider either having him fixed or giving him away.”
“What? Have Jimmy fixed? Why do you want to do that?” I exclaimed. You could imagine my concern over such a tender issue. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Well, to put it bluntly, he won’t stop having his way with my sandals and chappals , and he’s beginning to ruin them. As you know, I have great taste in footwear, and I really don’t look forward to the expense or the inconvenience of replacing my entire sandal collection every few months because of Jimmy’s indiscretions.” .
“Come on honey,” I replied. “There are other alternatives. All we need to do is keep him out of your closet and he won’t be able to play with your sandal.”
“I’ve tried that. I’ve kept the door to both my closet and our room closed over the last few weeks but somehow, when I’m not around, he gets in there. I really don’t want the hassle of keeping all my sandal on the closet shelf or having to lock them down in the basement.”
More trouble. I hadn’t noticed she intentionally keeping the doors closed, but of course since it was the two of us at play, doors were never an obstacle for Jimmy.
“What about some simple discouragement. I’ll keep an eye on him, and if I see him lurking around our room, the closets in particular, I’ll scold him and swat him one. That should change his behavior.”
Of course I wouldn’t really have to go this far. I could always clean up a little better, or, if need be, stop fooling around for good. God, I hoped it wouldn’t come to the latter.But alas, even this alternative would not be acceptable.
“I’m afraid that won’t work either. For the last few days, whenever he came sniffing around by my feet or sandal, I’d give him a sharp kick in the balls. The way he yelped and backed away made me think it was working. He has been keeping a good distance from my feet now and I can tell he’s not all that happy to see me anymore. But even with that, this afternoon I found more of his dried dog cum in the bottom of my black sandals.
I know you are attached to him and all, but he’s certainly not my best friend and I’d just as soon get rid of him.”
“Look Atul ,” she continued, “Jimmy’s just a dog. Not only that, he was basically abandoned by your boss and if you hadn’t been kind enough to bring him home, he’d be destroyed now anyway. Help me get out a little of my frustration on him and then we’ll get rid of him. OK?”
She looked at me with a combination of lust and innocence, “What do you want to do to him?”
Her face lit up. She knew she would get her way. She leaned toward me with a gleam in her eyes.
“I want you to help me to get him to screw my sandal again. I want to be there playing with his balls and just when he comes, I want to squeeze them real hard. Then we can bring him to the pound and get rid of him for good. I just want to be sure that he associates my body with pain, the way he seems to associate my sandal with pleasure.”
I had a full erection by now, but I don’t think Nandita knew that. She ascertained the status of my arousal none-the-less. I gave it away by my response. I said “yes.”
“Go move the coffee table out of the living room and then go get Jimmy,” she said. “I’m going to put on those cream color heels he loves so much.”
I figured I was moving the table so she’d have more room next to the couch. Jimmy and I had played with her sandal in that room several times without having the table interfere,
Jimmy was easier to get into the room than the table was out, as our escapades had made him quite eager to spend time with me. So I sat on the couch with Jimmy when Nandita came out.
She came into the room completely naked except for her cream color heels. I could tell she was not kidding about Jimmy being resentful of her when she got near him. He quivered immediately and tried to spring >from the couch. But I hugged him tightly and assured him that everything would be all right. Nandita responded similarly and we must have convinced him of our good intentions because he settled down quickly and quietly. We sat there on the couch for a few minutes while Nandita prepared to make her move. It didn’t take long.
Nandita removed her right sandal and lowered it, inner sole up, to Jimmy’s nose.
Now was the moment of truth. Would Jimmy accept such an obviously devious offer or would he read right through it. Not willing to chance it, I pulled her sandal from her hand and brought it near to the floor.
“Come on, Jimmy,” I said. “Time for a little fun, yaar.”
Jimmy jumped at the chance. He assumed the position almost instantly and I inserted his penis into her flat, tucking his testicles into the heel. As he began to sandal at the sandal in my hand I looked up to see what Nandita wanted to do. She responded quickly. She told me to let go of the sandal and pushed down on Jimmy’s back with her foot. That lowered him so that he was thrusting into the sandal on ground level. It was mostly in vain as the friction of the sandal on his penis was greater than the sandal on the carpet and his thrusts simply moved the sandal back and forth. I usually helped him do sandal without any heel by holding onto the sandal while he fucked it but I didn’t want to let on to Nandita that I had done this before.
However Nandita obviously had a plan in mind. She slowly pushed him slightly onto his side, so that she would have access to the sandal. She then asked me to hold him tight. While I clutched at him, seemingly expending all my strength to keep him steady, she gently placed her bare foot into the sandal and onto his penis.
Jimmy relaxed completely, half from the uncertain pleasure awaiting him, and half knowing that any movement would cause severe pain as his balls were partially trapped under Nandita’s foot. Nandita began to sandal the sole of her foot up and down, stimulating Jimmy’s penis.
By now Jimmy realized this was to be a pleasure trip and began to thrust his pelvis in rhythm to the sandaling of Nandita’s foot. Nandita needed more leverage and slowly stood up so she could devote all her energy into stimulating Jimmy with her funny-looking one-step dance, while also keeping her sandal from sliding across the floor. I in turn did my part to hold onto Jimmy and to keep him in place. Not to mention being completely aroused by this foot-sandal sex show which I was finally witnessing, after fantasizing about it throughout my life. Nandita was obviously aroused as well, judging from the vigor with which she rubbed her clit.
As Jimmy started to growl and leak out pre-cum, Nandita told me to stand back. She claimed that Jimmy might snap at me when she inflicted the pain she intended too. I stood up and backed up one giant step, not able to resist placing my hands in my pockets and stroking my penis. Then it happened.
With a hearty grunt and a small stream of drool, Jimmy spasmed inside Nandita’s sandal. He released jet after jet of his hot dog cum into the toe of her sandal and judging by the semi-orgasmic look on Nandita’s face, she could feel him cumming underneath her toes. She allowed him to release all of his pent up sperm into his favorite sandal and continued sandaling him and his newly formed knot for close to a minute after he came. All the while she continued to stimulate herself as well. I noticed a familiar small dark brown stain forming at the tip of her sandal. It was the stain caused by the liquid component of semen and would disappear within a few hours. Unfortunately for Jimmy, he wouldn’t see her unstained sandal again.
Suddenly, Nandita lifted her left foot and stepped lightly onto Jimmy’s midsection. This shifted most of her weight onto her right foot, the one on Jimmy’s penis, and slowly but forcefully she rocked back onto her heel. I swear that despite Jimmy’s yelp, I could still hear (and feel) the crunch of his testicles under her formidable weight. As Nandita had predicted, he lurched. However, as Nandita stood on his side, the contraction of his side and leg muscles did little except to rip a few threads from the carpet. Then, as Nandita rocked once more onto her toes and again back onto his balls, they finally gave way with a gulping sound as if Nandita’s foot had swallowed them. This time I know I heard them crunch as Jimmy made not a sound. He simply lie there wincing with his eyes closed and his tongue extended.
Nandita, on the other hand, had orgasmed. As I said, the feeling of having him squirt his load through her toes, with his only stimulation being from her foot and sandal, had brought her close to orgasm. But as she felt his vital organs, his precious jewels, crush underneath her weight, she came in full force.
Having been told the day before, that Nandita would stomp my dog’s balls to mush, would have no doubt surprised me and possibly excited me. But her next actions truly shocked me.
She lifted her foot from his midsection and sat back on the couch. She lifted the foot which crushed Jimmy out of its sandal and, crossing her legs, released Jimmy’s still hard penis and now creamy testicular tissue.. She removed his penis from her sandal, carefully wiping any semen off of his dick and into the mouth of her sandal. Putting her sperm-filled sandal back on her sperm-covered foot she stood up. She looked carefully at Jimmy’s unflinching head and closed eyes, closed her own eyes, and then jumped.
She came down with both feet square on the side of Jimmy’s head, pressing it into the carpet. She looked at me from that state of dopey-post-orgasm-satisfaction, and motioned me over to her.
“Do me,” she said as she lifted her legs in the air. “I want it now.”
As I was turned on, I ripped off my clothes exposing my erect penis and dove on top of her.
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4
Things were tense around the house for a few days after that. The next morning Nandita woke up, showered, and prepared to go to work, all without a single word. She wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Finally I cornered her in the bedroom, hugged her and asked what was wrong.
“You’re such a good husband. You always put up with me.”
We didn’t talk much about “the incident” for a while after that one day she sat across me and looked directly into my eyes. She crossed her legs toward me and started to dangle her black held chappals from her toes. She was wearing blue jeans, I caught my breath and looked back at her sort of shrugging my shoulders.
“In fact,” she continued, “I realize now that either Jimmy was able to fuck my sandal inside my closet without disturbing any of the rest of my wardrobe, or else he was clever enough to remove my sandal, do his business, and then replace them.”
I didn’t dare to look at her this time. I looked straight off into the distance.. I knew that she knew. Right then I was just captivated by her sandal. Even without looking at it, I could sense the motion as she rocked it back and forth on her toes.
I leaned back and looked her in the eye, trying to act normal. I failed miserably.
“Tell me Atul, had you helped Jimmy fuck my sandal before. Somehow my head simply nodded the affirmation she was probing for. She was not surprised, rather she seemed quite satisfied that her suspicions were correct.. She made me tell her all about my secret desires, and about how I would lick and smell her sandal and even cum in them when she wasn’t around. I finished by telling her about the last month with Jimmy.
“So tell me Atul ,” she began in a patronizing, domineering voice. “Do you want to lick my sandal right now? Am I getting you all aroused simply by sitting here?”
I looked into her mocking eyes and then down to her sandal, still dangling there on her foot. She made it do a little dance by wiggling her foot and toes, and then with one quick flex, she flicked it back up onto her heel. It made a slight whispering sound when she did it and I could smell the leather aroma float past my nostrils.
“Huhhh?” she continued. The sandal popped off her heel again.. Get down on your knees and lick my sandal.” I looked at her to see if she was serious.
“I’m not kidding, Atul. You’ve had so much fun without me I think it’s time I got to witness your little sandal ritual.”
She was serious.
I knelt down next to her and eyed her beautiful leather upper, floating gracefully in front of my face.. The sole was probably black once as well, but was now grey and scuffed from walking on rough pavement. Nandita moved the sandal towards my mouth.
I began by kissing the leather surface both on the top and sides of her sandal. The smell and taste took control of me as I began licking the surface with utter abandon. I lifted Nandita’s foot in my hand and began licking and kissing the bottom sole of her sandal. With my teeth I started to scrape at the sole directly below the ball of her foot. I could tell that she felt that through her sandal and that it stimulated her.
She nudged me away from her and lowered her foot. Kicking off both sandal she said, “Well, go to it sandal-man. Let’s see what you do when I’m not around.”
I removed my shirt and trousers revealing a firm erection. I lay down on my back at her feet, and stuffed my cock inside one of her sandal. She placed her feet on my chest and I brought the other sandal up to my nose and inhaled deeply.
In many ways, this was a better experience than I ever had in the past, as her sandal were still warm from her feet. I rubbed my cock into her left sandal as I licked the inner sole of her right one. My entire nose and mouth were inside this sandal and I inhaled through it as if it were an oxygen mask. Nandita did her part by rubbing her feet on my chest and occasionally pressing down on the sandal on top of my face. It wasn’t long before I filled her black flat with my white cum. I flipped the jism-filled sandal upright, lay it on my belly and continued breathing through her other upper.
Nandita rubbed my cock with her foot, milking out the last few drops of come and then rubbed her foot in the pooled jism. She wiggled this foot back into the sandal on my belly and then flipped the sandal I was breathing through over with her other foot. After pinching my nose with her toes, she slid into that sandal as well.
It’s been two weeks now since my initial confessions to Nandita, she makes me insert my penis and testicles into one of the sandal she wore that day, and then she masturbates me with her foot just like she did to Jimmy. So far, however, after I’ve cum, she has simply lifted her foot to remove my penis, and stepped back into her sandal.
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