My husband is away on a business trip overnight. Missing his touch, I decide to tease him with my lovely feet, which I have been pampering just for him. I turn on the light, call him, and begin my show. Slowly, I touch my soft soles, curl my toes, and straighten them to reveal their irresistible smoothness. Just as things heat up, a masked man sneaking through the garden stumbles upon the most gorgeous feet ever... mine. He sees me through the window and cannot resist. Hearing a noise, I make the mistake of stepping outside. Before I can react, I am on my belly, hands and feet bound behind me, as my husband watches weak. The man is not here to harm me; he is obsessed with my feet. He massages them with oil, kisses and smells them, and slides his cock over them, covering them in his admiration while my husband watches. And honestly, I kind of enjoyed it. A part of me secretly hopes he will return someday.