I didn’t intend to steal his prize money, but in the end I think we’re both glad that I did. Back in April my wonderful husband was fortunate enough to win his office pool for the NCAA Final 4 basketball tournament. As a result, he netted prize money of $580. Knowing him as I do, I’m quite certain he was more excited to win as a matter of pride and bragging rights than the amount of money involved. Not that $500 plus dollars isn’t a nice size winning, but it’s not exactly retirement money and when he talked about it he never boasted about the amount, only that he won.
For more than a month after he collected his winnings he tossed around various ideas about what he wanted to do with his windfall. A new HDTV and the iPad he wanted both cost much more than the winnings. Some books and a tool that he wanted cost far less than winnings. He talked about this and he mentioned that, but it seemed like everything he considered wasn’t quite right for one reason or another.
Had it been me, the money would probably have never seen the inside of our house. Of the two of us I’m by far the ‘shopper’ in the family and while I wouldn’t consider myself extravagant, I am willing to splurge on myself from time to time. I’m not really sure why, but by the end of May I had became more than a little tired of hearing my guy hem and haw about what he might do with his loot without him taking any action.
It was Saturday of Memorial day weekend and he had gone off golfing with a group of friends. As I readied myself to do a few errands and take in some of the weekend sales, I saw the rubber banded wad of bills laying on his dresser and I decided to take matters into my own hands and put the money to good use once and for all. Stuffing the money into my purse I set out for a particular boutique in town that I knew stocked an excellent selection of designer heels.
As those who have read my prior stories might recall my husband has a very strong foot fetish to the point where he and I have built a very satisfying female led marriage on the enjoyment we get from him giving me oral sex and me giving him sexual release through foot jobs. I knew he would love to see my feet in a pair of amazing designer heels, but I also knew he wasn’t going to go walking into a shoe store with his $580 to satisfy that fetish anytime soon.
By the time I was done I had spent somewhat more than his winnings, but I knew that my purchases were going to lead to hours of enjoyment for both of us. I bought a pair of Christain Louboutin Rolando hidden-platform pumps in black patent leather. The heel was five inches tall, well above the three or four inches I usually favor and the sparkly black leather combined with the signature red soles just screamed sex.
The shoes felt wonderful on my feet despite the added height and the minute I put them on I felt a tingle. It’s hard to explain but I just felt a tremendous sexual energy wearing the shoes. I could feel the sexual power they gave me and I knew any man, not just my husband, would turn and look if I was wearing them. It was a very complete feeling of sexual power, confidence and control. A feeling of being a desirable, attractive, erotic woman. It was very arousing and certainly satisfying. For the first time I could understand why women would pay the crazy amount of money such shoes cost to buy such a thrill.
Needless to say, in no time at all I was feeling a delicious moisture between my legs. I made a couple of more quick stops and then hurried home with my purchase. I needed to get home first to put my little plan for the evening into effect.