It was a long day, but it was a happy one. I held my wife’s hand and led her to the bridal car as the guests showered us with flower petals and well wishes. As soon as the door shut, she leaned on me as the exhaustion of the day washed over us. We sat still in the intimate silence until we reached the hotel.

Being the romantic that I am, I carried my new wife bridal-style into the room, and set her down on the bed. I leaned toward her and dove for a kiss and slowly unzipped her wedding dress as I put my arms around her. With our lips locked, we slowly slid off our clothes and kicked off our shoes until we were almost skin to skin,  hindered only by our undergarments. She reached over down to my legs as she removed one of the sheer black socks that I had on, and I did the same with her stockings. We each held the nylons to our noses and sniffed hard, drinking in each other’s essence. The smell of her sweat with a hint of her perfume filled my nose.

“Oh Joshua,” Elaine said, in between moans, “the smell of your musk and leather is truly the best combination.”

This mutual adoration of our worn footwear sent waves of arousal through my brain, and judging from the wet stain on her underwear, it was mutual. I dove right in on her feet, sniffing in between her toes, sucking hard on them, and licking the entirety of her soles. On her end, she had her nose in between the toes of my socked foot, nuzzling them and feeling the sheer material on her face. The big toe of my bare foot was in her soft mouth, it was warm and pleasantly moist. Her tongue working its magic underneath the toe sent shivers down my spine. We couldn’t help ourselves anymore. We tore off the rest of our clothes and made passionate love. A torrent of kisses, and two orgasms later, we collapsed on the bed exhausted and breathless.

A few minutes later, as we lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, recovering from our sultry lovemaking, there was a knock. Outside the door stood Mark and Ali, the best man and the maid of honor, our best friends and swing partners.

“We figured you’d be hungry,” said Mark as he pushed a room service cart inside, on top of which were two platters covered with cloches.

“Yeah, consider this our wedding gift to you,” Ali said, carrying two shoeboxes in her hand, which she set down near the couch. Elaine got up to give her and Mark a quick hug.

Once they dropped off the gifts, Mark and Ali left, holding each other’s hand, walking somewhat awkwardly, as though they were walking on splinters.

As soon as the door shut, Elaine found a note on top of the shoeboxes, which she read out loud.

Dear Josh and Elaine,

We know how badly you’ve wanted these during our swing sessions. Please, think nothing of it. We hope you enjoy your meal!

Love,

Mark and Ali

Curious, I lifted the cloches off the platters and was greeted with the sight of two pairs of feet, displayed soles up with steam emanating from them. I stared at them, licking my lips. The aroma of cooked meat filled the air and enticed Elaine toward the cart. She squealed in excitement.

Mark’s size 12 feet were grilled, char-lines crisscrossed the entirety of his soles and were seared with a nice brown crust on them. Ali’s size 7 feet were lightly roasted with a butter-herb mixture, giving her feet a lighter shade than Mark’s, accentuated by an oily sheen. I rolled the cart over to the dining table as Elaine set the table. She took a pair of tongs and put one of each foot on a plate.

We both sat down, and with no further hesitation, dug in while the food was still hot. Elaine ate slowly, spearing the heel of Mark’s right foot as she sliced off meat from the ball, just below the big toe. Juices oozed out from the pinkish meat. I forewent the use of utensils and picked up Ali’s right foot, biting off the three middle toes all ot once. I chewed and sucked the meat off, each bursting with juices, and spat the bones out. I bit into the ball meat, just below where the toes were and pulled off a huge strip all the way to the heel. Butter and foot juices covered my lips and filled my mouth as I took bite after bite. Immediately I could tell that the butter-herb mixture was injected into her feet based on the juiceness. I shredded off the last of the meat from the top of Ali’s foot and looked towards Elaine, who was gnawing on the tarsals and bones of Mark’s foot to get every bit of meat off.

Once all the meat was gone, Elaine put down the bones on the plate, picked up her knife and fork and went to town on Ali’s remaining foot. Forgoing utensils once more, I picked up Mark’s foot and gnawed on the outer edge of the sole like eating ribs. I made my way towards the pinky toe and bit it off, then the next three followed in size order. Much like Ali’s, Mark’s toe burst with his juices. Once all that’s left was his big toe, I bit into the base where it met the ball and pulled upward, ripping the entire toe pad off. The soft meat disintegrated between my teeth. I ate away at the rest of the foot, savoring every bite. Once all of the meat was stripped off, I sucked off what little marrow there was on top of the ankle bone.

Elaine and I sat there, bellies full. She got up and kissed me, making sure to lick off all the foot juices around my lips. Satisfied I was clean, she walked over to the bed and collapsed.

After washing and putting off the dishes, I went over to the couch to inspect what Ali and Mark put in the shoeboxes. They were the shoes they wore during the whole wedding, with Mark’s sheer black socks stuffed inside. A note inside read: For the collection ;)