My wife's Paul Smith Benita wedges

[juang559]

As I mentioned in my other thread, my wife has been clearing out her shoes on Vinted, sadly including my beloved Office grey heeled muled of hers. Fortunately however her Paul Smith wedges have escaped the cull so far. Here's hoping she will still take them out of the yellow shoebox during what looks to be a long hot summer. I'll have to try my best to create a special occasion which involves minimal walking for her..

Meanwhile I've been enjoying a classic rainbow Paul Smith swirl pattern wedges (also UK 6) which I found on Vinted. I have no idea if Paul Smith is a heels man or ever admired his own work in front of a sunlit window, but I couldn't resist capturing the goddess-like elegance of the light and shadows made by these heels. "Benita" apparently means "blessed" in Italian.

Wow so sexy. Let’s message private message ?

[ZaraSandals]

A day out in the sunshine. She drives me crazy with the hot pink toes.

As we await forum recovery, here is the pic again from that glorious day out:


We had actually driven to a vineyard in Kent, England that day, she drank more than she usually would as we were wine tasting, we stopped for oysters at the seaside on the way home, then got stuck in traffic for about 2-3 hours so we ended up back home somewhat delayed - her gorgeous feet having been encased in those sexy wedges for some 13-14 hours.

It was a hot summer's day, and at one point - out of character for her - she was propping her sweating feet, in those wedge heels, on the dashboard of the convertible Mini Cooper I'd hired for the day. I found it hard to concentrate on the road and trying to push the traffic forward as my eyes kept darting to my wife's sexy feet. As my wife was fast asleep I noticed male drivers on the adjacent lanes also turning their gaze to my wife's feet as they drove past.

At one point when the traffic as totally stuck, the burly lorry driver next to my car obviously had a decent view of my wife's vulnerable feet from that high vantage point, I was jealous, frustrated, and helpless as he kept on staring for the best part of two minutes and looked like he was playing with himself, and then as his face cringed with pleasure, he drove on, flashing a wicked and knowing smile at me.

Later on, as it'd gotten dark, my wife woke up and planted her heeled feet on my lap. I was surprised and was trying to focus on the road to make sure we were taking the correct route home. My wife stretched her arms and legs and yawned, and in doing so stretched the tip of her wedges which was now touching my growing boner. She smilingly commented how she still felt tipsy from all the wine and how achy and sweaty her feet was from being in those heels all day. I nodded nervously as my erection grew but I think she was too drunk to notice what effect she was actually having on me.

By the time we got home, I was desperate to cum but my missus was relieved to be out of the 4" heels and complained was exhausted and needed to sleep. So I carefully helped her undo the buckles of her wedges, removed them from her dainty feet as I took a good whiff, which only made me hornier as I took off her blouse and jeans and helped her into bed in her floral knickers. As soon as she hit the bed she was fast asleep and snoring. I was so horny that I didn't care anymore, I slowly removed her knickers and pushed my fully erect member into her waiting pussy. She whimpered in her sleep as I held onto her still sweating feet and plunged in and out of her pussy. I didn't last long as I cummed a gallon into her fertile pussy and she was none the wiser.

As I caught my breath, I noticed the Paul Smith wedges which I'd dropped by the side of bed. I brought them to the shoerack and as I did so, I took a sniff of the insoles which smelled of a lovely combination of her foot sweat and lavender foot lotion. Suddenly my wife moaned again in her sleep, I was worried she might see what I was doing but she was still fast asleep as she uncovered the blankets and opened her legs, with my baby juice leaking out of her pussy onto the mattress. My dick grew hard again despite having already cummed in her pussy and the copious amounts of alcohol I'd consumed that day, and with a few strokes I blasted my remaining cum into the Paul Smith wedge heels. Satisfied, I left the wedges on the shoe rack figuring they'd be dry by the time my wife woke up.

[ZaraSandals]

I've recently been experimenting with GenAI (Google Gemini Nano Banana Pro) and it's been a superpower for recreating scenes where my wife wore sexy heels but I had neglected to take suitable photos, or for reimagining my wife wearing a particular pair of heels in a particular situation. For instance, I'd always fantasised about her bringing the Paul Smith Benita wedges on holiday and I am amazed at the level of likeness and detail that AI is able to achieve. (It is just as well she never did wear these wedges on holiday, as we would certainly have been too busy fucking to have had any time for swimming or sightseeing:

[mrtickles]

Mmmmmm…..
Would love to tie her up and give her a long, hard “go”.
She would definitely drain every ounce out of me!!