My Wife Megan

[toejam]

Immediately after my post on yesterday, I rushed out to join my wife Megan for drinks. Her business colleague, who happened to be a very attractive mid 30s blonde, couldn't make it, so Megan and I spent the evening flirting across drinks at a high table. Nestled semi-discreetly in the corner of a very bustling upscale bar and grille, Megan began her normal shoe-slipping routine. In fact, I was surprised that she'd bothered to even wear shoes, especially after having gone to happy hour in her stocking feet at least once before. I never thought she'd be liberated enough to lose the shoes altogether, but Megan's new behavior has surprised me as much as it has satisfied me. The shoes dangled from the thickness of her succulent bulging toes, which were covered by the remnants of her stockings. By the end of the day, the hose were naturally tattered and a few runs criss-crossed Megan's soles. None of her toes had managed to come through, but the soles were incredibly dirty. As much as I enjoyed the thought of my barefooting wife's non-professional antics in the office, I found it odd that she'd ruin the insoles of a $200 pair of heels by going barefooted only to slip them back on without washing her feet. At this point, I've awakened the "lioness" in her, because to look at Megan, one would never guess her to be a habitual barefooter, especially in her hose and in public! I've always considered my desire to see stocking footed women in inappropriate places as a rather peculiar fascination, but this website has helped me to confirm I'm not alone in what I fancy about women. Apparently, Megan enjoys all the attention I've given her since the fateful night when she came through airport security in her stocking feet and a business suit. Months later, the woman who'd never dangle or slip off a shoe in public can't seem to keep them on. She spends more time asking me to suck her toes through her stockings than anything else it seems! Last night at happy hour, Megan confessed a fantasy about wanting to tease me overtly in front of the waitress, instead of semi-discreetly. While I massaged her stocking feet, completely oblivous to any onlookers, Megan's eyes begged for an oral toe jam sucking right there in public view. I was very tempted, even following a day of her barefooting in her stockings, but I wasn't certain the sight of me passionately sucking my wife's stocking toes wouldn't get us tossed out of the place. I did manage to quickly and innocently kiss her feet before she stepped back into her heels. En route to the car, she complained about the discomfort of the heels and opted to walk back to her S-Class in stocking feet. A few laps around the lakefront of a nearby park at dusk left her stockings in complete tatters. Megan has now barefooted outdoors on many occasions, but that was the first time I'd ever observed her stockings reduced to strings of tattered nylon. She jokingly ended the evening by saying I'd forced her to get a "blackfoot".

[toejam]

Who better to reply to Paulie than his wife, Megan?! I'm sure he'll be raving to read this post as many of you readers will also. Since I frequently work out in the early A.M. before arriving at the office mid-morning, I usually shower and dress at the health club following my workout. Several years ago, I recall having read a post on this site about a woman who forgot her shoes. Well, the same thing happened to me yesterday morning; after my shower, I slipped into my business suit and stockings, only to realize I'd forgotten to pack my heels in my gym bag. Being the newly commissioned avid barefooter that I've become because of my husband, I had no reservation about padding out to my car in stocking feet following my workout. I'm sure some of the gym patrons, especially women, frowned upon my actions as those of a lady less than professional. Ordinarily, I'm as guilty as anyone of shoeless impropriety, but this morning I literally had no shoes to wear with my outfit besides my runners. It was only a short walk to my car in the parking lot, but I still managed to soil my ultrasheers on the carpet of the gym and the asphalt of the parking lot. The pedals of the car didn't help my stockings, because I had a few runners and my soles were dirty by the time I arrived at the office. Most clients and colleagues are now accustomed to seeing me walk about my law firm in stocking feet, so my discomfort was at a minimum when I took the elevator up to my office. However, I rarely go barefooted outside of my immediate office, and there I was in the middle of an elevator amid no less than three other professionally dressed people in stocking feet. Since I was the first to arrive at my floor destination, I'm sure the other elevator passengers noticed I was shoeless in less than perfect stockings. Thankfully, I keep extra heels behind my desk as damage control, because both my big toes and lengthy toenails had split my dirty stockings open at the seams by the time I logged into my computer to check e-mail. An replacement pair of stockings later, I'm preparing to leave the office for the day, but I just had to share yet another story of what happens to a girl when she leaves her shoes at home, this time by accident. Happy reading Paulie, although I think you will see the fruits of my unfortunate labor when I meet you for drinks in the next hour.

[toejam]

I haven't posted in a few days, so I decided to give the readers an update on my barefooting activities. I attended a wedding last weekend, which naturally led to some classic barefooting in my pantyhose. The amazing thing about weddings is that no matter how upscale or simple the event, there are bound to be women kicking off their heels before the end of the evening. The fact that the bride and her bridesmaids usually have no inhibitions about being reduced to soiled stocking feet, in one of the most regal events imagineable heightens the usual impropriety of shoelessness. Although I wasn't a wedding participant, I naturally decided to lose my shoes even before the reception and spent the evening padding around in my nylons, while my expensive heels lay discarded somewhere in a corner. In spite of my black stockings, the delicate nylon material was tattered with runners, following my night of mingling. Unfortunately, my husband, Paulie, was away on a business trip and unable to be my willing escort. Otherwise, he would have be privileged to a pair of very dirty soles, not to mention both of my big toes were punching through my hose. He may not have been present to observe my free-spirited tendencies, but he certainly enjoyed hearing about it. The only bad thing about my fairly recent decision to barefoot is the accumulation of toe jam this is causing!

I generally wear slacks when I opt not to wear shoes, simply because it's less obvious. As much as I enjoy going barefooted, I do work in a professional environment. I suppose it helps that I'm a partner in my practice, but I do have clients who wouldn't particularly understand or appreciate such unprofessionalism. For me, it's a combination of comfort, as well as newfound enjoyment for having discovered a major passion of my husband. Dark and sophisticated pin-striped business suits are a favorite, so I naturally wear a lot of them. It's a smart, simple and sophisticated look that is both practical and adored by my husband. I do notice the occasional glances at my stocking feet, even by those who are accustomed to my free-spirited. Hosed feet in a law office is still a very uncommon occurrence, as evidenced by some of the "looks" I've received, especially from clients. When I speak of being an avid barefooter, I'm not kidding! Most days find my soles completely blackened and my hose in tatters about my toes and soles. Hosiery runners are a mainstay for a shoeless girl, and long, pedicured toenails certain don't help matters! You and others like us give me encouragement to know that my actions aren't unfavorable to all people, particularly the men we often tease to discomfort.

Megan

[JDFC]

I, like Shred, would love very much if you could provide pictures of this. I love to see a sexy woman without shoes in public and padding around in just their stockinged feet in public from time to time.

One such occurance happened at a conveience store just around the block from my house. It was a few days after Christmas at around 9:00 in the evening. I had ran in just for a can of soda, when this young lady of 25-30 years of age enters the store to buy a pack of cigarettes. She was dressed in scrubs, so my guess was she was in the midst of a shift at the medical center just down the road. I was in line behind her at the register, when I happened to glance down and notice that she didn't have any shoes on. Initially, I thought it was weird, but needless to say it excited me at the same time to see a young lady of that age ruin the soles of her blue socks on the smooth concrete floor inside of the store, and then on the rough concrete sidewalk and asphalt parking lot outside.

Please continue to keep us all updated with future post of your adventures out in public with shoes off.

[Robby Boy]

Hey there "toejam". Great to hear from you. Love hearing about your wifes exploits with sotcking feet and I must say, as nervous as you would have been teklling her about your fetish, you would have really felt relaxed when she said that it was ok. Sound like a very special woman and I picture her as very attractive. Is there a chance you could post some photos of these sights for us? I love to see them.

I would like to wish you and your wife all the best from Aussie land and I look forward to seeing these photos soon.