Mark is a successful real estate agent in a major metropolitan area. He has been married to Eileen for nearly 30 years and they have two grown children, the oldest, Tara, is finishing her residency in pediatrics; the younger, Andrew, is an engineer for a major defense contractor. It was another rainy November morning and Mark had numerous meetings in cente...
In earlier stories I told how Mark's wife, Eileen, would jokingly accuse him of having a rubber boot fetish, which he now confesses that he does. After some time it was revealed that she also had such a fetish and enjoyed wearing her wellies as well. It's now that time of year when the holidays are upon us and one of the chores many of us must do is go shopp...
In the previous stories about Mark and Eileen we learned how they both had a rubber boot fetish but were reticent to admit and would often accuse the other of having such. This story occurs some 30 years prior when they first met while doing graduate study at the University of Cork in Ireland. Please note that all of the characters at all time were over the...
In the past we have seen how Mark and Eileen regularly accuse each other of having a rubber boot fetish. It's playful enough, but when you get right down to it, maybe each has such a fetish and won't readily admit to it. The following story tells of when Mark had to make a business trip to Texas and his wife, Eileen, tells informs him that he should pack his...
Notes: This story is for foot worshippers and boot lovers. Specifically for admirers of women wearing shiny Hunter wellington boots and people who love to wear them too. ***** She strode down the busy streets, head under her large umbrella. The pedestrians she passed on the pavement, and the drivers in their cars, all had the same reaction. Eyes were drawn...
Mark and Eileen really both have a rubber boot fetish, but for the longest time refused to admit it always accusing the other of having one. Previously we saw how Eileen went shopping and purchased a pair of pink wellies, but had to show Mark her purchases wearing just the wellies, a lacy bra, and a garter belt. Whenever the topic of rubber boots comes up, b...
It was mid July and my alarm went off at 5am, if it didn't happen to be my phone I'm sure it would have been thrown across the room long ago. I slowly got up and opened the windows to the sun rising over the fields of England, it was Saturday, and that meant I was going to help out on the farm. Oh I was paid, sure but there's nothing like hard manual labour...
A story for my partner. I've told him many times of my desire to be watched having sex outdoors, and I also incorporated a fantasy situation I know he has, albeit he needed some 'assistance' to fulfil it. Please feel free to comment. "What do you fancy doing this afternoon?" I asked you as I was preparing an evening meal for our older children to eat lat...
We were walking along the woodland path. I was wearing tight gym leggings, a baggy white t-shirt. I had thick socks under my wellies. But underneath I had lacey little emerald green knickers and a matching bra. The bra hooked around the front, and had slits down the middle, so that my nipples rubbed against the t-shirt. You can see the imprint of my nipples,...
All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over the legal age of consent when the events took place. Part 03 - The Farmer =============== One Monday I took Lucy to meet with this old farmer client. He's running a profitable mixed farm and hates the taxman but loves the EU subsidies. When we got there he was running around going a...