Because we’re BORED!” She exclaimed. “We could each predict who’s going to win at the end of the episode, and the winner gets whatever the stakes are, that way the episode is more interesting for us” Bad news is…” she said as she walked towards me, “you have to smell my shoe!” and she suddenly pressed the opening of the shoe over my nose and wrapped tape once around my head to hold it in place. Thanks to the tape hold my head secure, she really didn’t get much of a struggle from me.

Ok! Jesus! I think you’ve got me pretty well tied!” I complained – starting to get a little nervous about how little I could move. YES! YES! YES!” Brittany shouted while jabbing the air with her fists. “I get to tiiie you uuuuuup!” she sang at me. Next was the manicure and pedicure, which we got done together. Again, it actually felt pretty nice and the woman doing it was very nice and thought this whole situation was great. Not surprisingly, my wife decided on light pink nails for me.I miss the torturing though, that was always the fun part” Robin began, “watching the other person squirm helplessly, hahaha, they always look so silly. Like a fish out of water or something” but yeah” she continued, “I had stupid school all day, then went to the mall with Sarah and Ashley. We hit basically every store. We were there… God, probably close to 3 hours. Those shoes are NOT comfortable walking shoes, they don’t let my feet breathe, and my feet hurt so bad at the end of the day.” Brittany reached over and pushed Robin’s feet off my face, and said “Go upstairs, dinner’s almost ready”

UPDATE POSTED: https://www.reddit.com/r/survivinginfidelity/comments/9b06by/update_my_wife_of_nearly_3_years_has_done/ Robin pulled-up the single-seat chair that matched the couch. She positioned it at the side of the coffee table, right in front of my face.I heard the front door open, and a few seconds later Robin, Brittany’s younger sister that had been at the mall with friends, walked in and saw me tied up on the coffee table. I just feel like it would be fun! I could tease you and you couldn’t do anything about it!” Brittany said, still wide-eyed and smiling. The bulge in my pants was doing all my thinking at this point: if I win, she goes down on me, even if I lose she ties me up, but still gets me excited? I bet she wouldn’t stop there! Sounds like a win-win to me. MMMMMMPH MMMH MMMMMMNPH!” I shouted in protest, hoping Brittany would hear me upstairs. But between the excessive use of tape, and Robins foot pressing against my mouth, hardly any sound at all came from me. Well, when we were younger, my sister and I would get bored on rainy days and were home alone. We found a pair of toy handcuffs one day and started playing with those, then with tape, and it just kinda went from there. It’s been a couple of years though, I was worried I got rusty.” Then Robin’s eyes got real big and she smiled, as if she hadn’t planned this from the beginning: “HEY! Do you want to smell them?!”

Finally, Brittany got up and said “Well, I have to go make dinner upstairs. Then, I might be able to let you go, I think you’ve paid your dues, don’t you?” I moaned in a mix of pleasure and disgust as I was enjoying the sensation down below, but was disgusted by the smell of the shoe. I had dated Brittany for about 4 years; she was a cute girl, blonde, 5’10 and kept herself in pretty good shape. At the time of this story, we were both 23. We were watching some cooking competition show in her living room and we were both complaining about how bored we were. She was wearing a tight fitting pink t-shirt that complimented her curves, and jeans that hugged her ass. She was definitely attractive. Well, maybe that’s why your feet stink all the time!” Brittany shouted, coming the rest of the way down the stairs.Well, you know what I want…” We had been dating 3 years at this point, and had messed-around, so this request wasn’t THAT far out – I had been hinting at... other stuff... for a few weeks now Robin then sat up a little and extended both feet toward my face, her heels resting on the edge of the coffee table. The pungent smell hit me immediately. Her feet were very smelly. If Brittany’s were a “5 of 10” Robin’s were an 8 or a 9. Nah, he’s not too mad. I making him smell my feet though, I don’t think he likes it, but it’s hilarious” After a few minutes I was taking deeper and deeper breaths of her shoe begrudgingly. Finally, she was finished and I was worn out and breathing heavily thru the shoe, not even bothering to mmmph my disgust. Between her smile, and the words coming out of her mouth I was suddenly very interested… and aroused.