Shoesession

The Neighborhood

Chapter 2:
There were enough chores to get done around the house the next morning that John didn’t really give a second thought about what he’d seen the night before until the doorbell rang around noon. John answered and was met by Jessica and Paige, once again in some very fashionable athletic gear. John gulped as he noticed Jessica was wearing the same pink lowtop Chuck Taylors he’d seen her with the night before, and some pink leggings to match. Paige was wearing her black hightops again.
“I’ll be right there!” came a call from upstairs. John heard some rustling and a door open, and Danielle emerged onto the steps. She was also wearing athletic clothes, but hers were much more functional than stylish: a white tee and some blue running shorts with her Nike Frees again. John caught himself looking at her legs and sneakers in a new light for the first time.
“All the unpacking going well?” Jessica asked cheerfully.
“Oh, as good as we could hope.” John said with a shrug, avoiding eye contact with Jessica but finding himself locking eyes with her sneakers instead.
“Ready to go?” Danielle asked as she got to the door. “We’ll be back in a little while, honey,” she said to John. “The girls are going to show me around the area. Call me if you need anything.” She punctuated it with a quick kiss before heading out the door. John watched the three women walk down the steps and turn onto the sidewalk. His eyes lingered on their tight butts and toned legs, with one last glimpse of the two pairs of Converse and one pair of Nikes before he shut the door.
The memory of the night before was starting to excite him again, so John returned to his office and shut the door. He knew no one else was home but it was a force of habit. He’d finally got the wifi set up after spending half the morning on the phone with the cable company, and he’d moved his desk to a spot near the window. As he sat, he realized he’d unintentionally positioned it so that from his seat he had a clear view into Jessica and Drew’s closet window. Thinking about that scene again, he flipped open his laptop and pulled up a browser window.
It had been a little while since he’d watched porn, and typically his tastes were extremely vanilla, so John wasn’t quite sure what to look for. He started simple, search topics like “Women wearing Sneakers”, and “Sneakers in Porn”. Most of what he found were pretty standard porn clips from the major studio sites where the woman happened to be wearing shoes. It was a pretty good start, he thought, and felt himself getting hard quickly. However, there was a nagging curiosity that these weren’t quite satisfying.
His next search was for “Sneaker Kink,” which started to return some better results. He found a lot of clips of women showing off their shoes to the camera, but most of them were domination videos where the woman just insulted the viewer the whole time. That wasn’t really John’s thing. As he pictured Jessica rubbing herself with her Chucks he typed in “Masturbating with Sneakers.”
There weren’t many good results. Most of them were bad home movies of gay men jerking off wearing basketball shoes, but one at the top caught his eye. It was an amateur video and the thumbnail showed a woman sitting with her legs spread wearing white slip-on Vans, and she had a white leather Keds Champion between her legs. He clicked on it immediately. It started seductively, just some teasing and shaking her ass, and showing off her Vans. Her fingers caressed the fabric and rubber gently and she presented the soles to the camera. Next she pulled a blue Keds box into frame and flipped the lid open. Removing one of the sparkling white Champions, she began rubbing herself all over with the sole. The whole time, she was very careful to keep her head completely out of frame. John was disappointed not to see her face, but her body was sexy enough that he couldn’t complain. He slipped his shorts down and his cock sprang free. As the woman in the video moved the toe down and pressed it against her clit, he began pumping his fist up and down his shaft.
The video wasn’t as long as John had wanted, so when the woman shuddered to a climax John was desperate for more. He clicked on the profile and his eyes widened. This woman’s profile contained dozens and dozens of videos featuring sneakers of all kinds. Most of them were masturbation, but John quickly noticed some of the thumbnails featured a man’s hard cock. He clicked one and watched as the woman gave the man a shoejob with some old white lowtop Converse. That one ended with the man blowing a huge load of cum all over the top of her shoes. Another showed the woman slipping a checkerboard Vans sneaker over the man’s cock and cupping his balls in the heel. The couple, whose faces were still never shown, kissed off screen while she jerked the sneaker on his cock.
John was still conscious of how strange the concept was, but he was so turned on he needed a release. He shut the computer and raced to the bedroom. On his way to the bathroom he paused, glancing into the closet. The only shoes Danielle had in there were sandals, dress shoes, or one old ratty pair of running shoes she used for yardwork and hiking. None of them were what he was looking for. He thought she might have some more, but they must still be in boxes. Still, as he entered the bathroom he imagined Danielle lacing up fresh pairs of all the sneakers he had seen online. He started jerking off again as he imagined her in a stylish pair of Nike Dunks, giving him one of her patented blowjobs. He thought about looking down at her soles behind her as he held her head and fucked her throat. Next he imagined the sight of her naked on the bed, squeezing his cock between a pair of Adidas superstars as he pumped away. As he thought about the delight on her face as he splattered the leather with cum, he felt himself fire hot jets into the sink in real life too.
His knees felt weak and his head swam a little as he cleaned himself up and wiped down the sink. Still, his usual post-nut clarity hadn’t completely eliminated the thought of sneakers. When he had finally cleaned up the last of the evidence, he became aware of how much time had passed since the girls had left. Sure enough, as he flushed the last of the tissue down the toilet he heard the bedroom door open.
“Honey?” Danielle asked.
“Yup! One sec!” John said, cursing under his breath at how close he had cut it. “How was your walk?” He asked as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Great! This is such a nice area.” Danielle beamed. “How did unpacking go? I saw you got some stuff out in the office.”
“Uh, yeah, had to call the cable company again so I didn’t get much else done,” John lied quickly, “but it’s all working now! Are you going to join them for their walk every day?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“I think it’ll have to only be on weekends, unfortunately. They usually go when I’m in the office.” Danielle said with a sigh as she started organizing some clothes on the bed. “But Jess has invited me to one of her fitness classes in the evening and I think I’m going to check it out tomorrow. I’m so excited to start working out again.”
“Yeah, that’ll be great!” John said. He felt a pang of jealousy that his wife was going to get to see Jessica hot and sweaty all the time, but shook off the feeling.
By the time they went to bed on Sunday night John and Danielle had managed to get all their boxes unpacked, so as Monday rolled around they began to settle into what would become their usual routine. Danielle would leave for the office in the morning, and John would bring his coffee up to his office. He’d usually answer his emails first thing, and sometimes would have a meeting before lunch. Still, it was nice to have no commute and work in his pajamas, John thought.
He also had another routine he enjoyed. Every day in the early afternoon he’d watch out the window as Jessica would emerge from her front door and walk over to the big house. Paige would come out and meet her and they would walk together around the cul-de-sac at least once, chatting animatedly, before heading up the street. Paige was usually wearing her usual stylish clothes and either her black Converse or some white Adidas Stan Smiths with no socks. Jessica, however, had a different pair of sneakers every day. John counted three pairs of Converse, both high and low, one pair of white Keds, and a pair of black Vans Authentics. Her sneakers were always coordinated with some tight athletic gear.
John’s newfound interest in sneakers was only growing as time went on. He found himself getting distracted during the workday picturing Jessica in her shoes, and every time he glanced out his office window he was reminded of the view into her closet and the scene he’d witnessed. Danielle had also started attending Jessica’s fitness class three times a week, so she would arrive home a little sweaty, but wearing her short running shorts and her Nikes. She seemed to really be enjoying it and would gush at dinner over how good a teacher Jessica was, and also how good of shape Jessica was in.
On Friday afternoon John was just watching Paige and Jessica pass out of sight beyond the house on the corner when he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Danielle at work.
“Running some errands after work before the gym. Jess and Drew invited us to dinner in town. Meet at Dan’s Tavern at 6?” it read. John replied with a thumbs up emoji, his thoughts drifting to the pair of white platform Converse that he had just seen Jessica wearing as she left her house.
At 6 on the dot, John walked into Dan’s Tavern, a bar a few blocks away from the new house. It was a pretty chill place with a big selection of local beers and a menu of delicious, greasy looking food. There were a bunch of TVs showing sports and the waitresses were all cute and, John noticed, most of them were wearing sneakers. He once again snapped out of it and noticed Drew waving at him from a high top table near the bar.
The girls hadn’t arrived yet, but Drew had ordered a beer and John got one too. They swapped the usual smalltalk about work and the sports on the TV, and John was reminded how well he got along with his new neighbor. Drew was easygoing and very charismatic, but never came across as aggressive or macho the way a lot of guys John knew did.
“Hey do you have anything going on this Sunday?” John asked.
“Nothing I know of!” Drew replied. “I think Jess wants me to do some stuff around the house tomorrow but Sunday I was just going to watch football.”
“Same here!” John said excitedly. “I was going to make chili. Come over and have a beer and we’ll watch the game.”
“Sounds great! The ladies have been doing so much this week, I’ve been feeling left out. Speaking of, here they are!” Drew said, raising his head toward the door.
Jessica’s long red hair and Danielle’s light blonde were both immediately visible through the restaurant. The girls were chatting happily and laughing at something. They both smiled and waved when they saw their husbands at the table and began to make their way over. John was suddenly aware that he was still sitting across from Jessica’s husband, and his wife was in the room, but he still couldn’t help but crane his neck to see what Jessica was wearing as she appeared through the crowd. Sure enough, she was wearing a long sleeved workout top with white leggings with the crisp white platform Converse hightops that John had seen before.
His mind started to drift to what he could imagine seeing her do with those shoes through her closet window when another flash of white caught his eye and brought him crashing back to earth. As Danielle squeezed through the crowded bar behind Jessica and appeared smiling at John, he saw that she had changed her clothes. Her old college sweatshirt was one that he recognized but below that she was wearing a tight pair of black bike shorts that John had never seen before. And on her feet his wife was sporting a pair of brand new hightop black Converse.

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The Neighborhood

Chapter 3:
“Shit!” John swore loudly as his beer tipped over and spilled the last few ounces across the table. He and Drew both jumped up as the liquid spilled off the table. They both grabbed napkins and dabbed up the spill, but John was still a little dazed. His clumsiness had come from the surprise of seeing his wife wearing a brand new pair of Converse sneakers.
A week ago he wouldn’t have thought twice about a pair of shoes, but accidentally seeing Jessica sexualize her sneakers through the window in her closet had awakened something in him. He was starting to notice them wherever he went, and he’d even found porn that heavily involved the sexualization of sneakers as well. Still, that had been a fantasy life in his head. Seeing Danielle in some attractive shoes had sent his mind reeling.
“Ah! Not on my new shoes!” Danielle squealed, jumping back from the drips of beer coming from the table.
“Haha, can’t have that!” John said, forcing himself to smile and act naturally. “Those are pretty sweet, you go shopping, babe?” he asked casually, or as close to it as he could.
“Yes!” She replied cheerfully, “Jessica has been kicking my butt in the gym and has been telling me about how I needed better shoes for lifting.”
“Also they look so cute!” Jessica chimed in. “I couldn’t believe she didn’t have a pair of Chucks already.”
“Blasphemy!” Drew said, feigning outrage. “Everybody has to have a pair.”
“Hey, I don’t.” John replied. “You two have a huge shoe collection! I feel like we need to up our game!”
“You definitely do.” Jessica said matter-of-factly.
“Well I like these a lot,” Danielle said, admiring her new shoes, “so we’ll see if I get more.”
The spill finally cleaned up, the two couples finally sat and ordered dinner. It was nice for John and Danielle to relax and socialize, and they felt sure this tavern would be a regular spot for them. They each had a few drinks and spent the next few hours laughing and talking, losing track of time until they finally decided they needed to get home.
Thankfully, it was only a few blocks, so the group all walked together. The girls walked ahead, laughing loudly and stumbling a little from the drinks. John hung behind and watched the two beautiful women ahead of him. Their sneakers shone in the street lights and their tight workout leggings and shorts showed off their round, athletic asses and sexy legs. Drew walked alongside him, wearing his old worn jeans and a pair of equally worn mustard yellow hightop Vans.
“Hey if you wanna join the cool shoe club, just say the word,” Drew said suddenly, surprising John. He must have noticed John absentmindedly staring at everyone’s sneakers, John thought.
“Haha, yeah, I guess I need a pair of something cooler than these.” John said, trying to sound casual, looking down at his ratty old running shoes. “Are those comfortable?” he asked, pointing to Drew’s Vans.
“Absolutely! What size do you wear?” Drew asked, “I’m size 11 and I’ve got a handful of pairs that I pretty much never wear. You’re welcome to borrow some whenever you want.”
John considered refusing at first, not wanting to impose or seem impolite. He also remembered the sight of Drew walking into the closet, naked and hard, wearing just his old worn white Converse, and how he and Jessica had seemed to involve their shoe collection in whatever romantic activities were about to ensue. He opened his mouth to refuse, but he felt his manhood stirring in his pants. He looked again at his wife in her sexy new Converse and felt a swelling of courage.
“You know what? That would be great!” He said confidently. He felt his cheeks flush a little and was grateful that it was dark outside.
“Hell yeah. I’ll bring em over tomorrow.” Drew said cheerfully. “Hear that hon? We might have some shelf space now.”
“Ooooh yay!” Jessica said, flashing her brilliant smile. “That means we can go shopping again!” She and Danielle both laughed.
They said their goodbyes as they reached John and Danielle’s mailbox and walked up to their respective houses. Now that they were alone, he could admire his wife’s new workout gear much more openly. As they got into the kitchen he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck.
“Oooh, hello stranger,” Danielle cooed.
“Mmmmm” John replied as he slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me. I’ll lock up and meet you in a second.” She said, pulling away and turning toward him.
John groaned with joking disappointment but kissed her and smiled. He practically ran upstairs, his mind already racing with the images of all of the depraved sneaker sex he’d seen the couple on the internet having, and imagining his wife in place of the woman, her new hightops waving in the air as they did it. He climbed into bed and stripped down to his boxers, eager for Danielle to return.
A minute or two later he heard footsteps on the stairs and the door creaked open slowly. The dim light of the room shone on his wife’s naked body in the frame. Strangely, John felt his heart sink a little.
“Hope you don’t mind I’m still a little sweaty,” she said, holding out her clothes in a bundle in her hand. “But I won’t be needing these.” She tossed the bundle on the floor, and John heard the thump of something solid hitting the ground. Sure enough, her new sneakers were just poking out of the pile, barely visible under the black leggings. Danielle had taken the new Chucks off.
John felt a pang of disappointment seeing his wife’s bare feet, but he didn’t have long to let it bother him. She was on him in a flash as they locked lips and entwined bodies. It had been a little while since they’d had sex, but they still knew what the other liked. Still, John felt hungrier tonight than usual, more animalistic.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing and touching, he suddenly flipped Danielle’s legs up and dove facefirst into her pussy. She gasped in surprise and delight. John knew he didn’t go down on her as often as he probably should, but tonight he wanted to taste all of her. He slopped his tongue all over her most sensitive bits as she moaned in pleasure and gripped the sheets. His face was soon smeared with his own saliva and her juices.
“Fuck, I need you in me, baby,” Danielle groaned forcefully, her chest heaving. John didn’t wait to be asked again. Looking up from his wife’s pussy he saw her new shoes on the floor and felt a rush of adrenaline. Throwing her legs over his shoulders he lined his throbbing cock up to her opening and plunged it inside. Both of them cried out in pleasure.
Danielle’s blonde hair was a mess and she was roughly folded in half, but her eyes were still lolling with ecstasy as John fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. John had never seen her look so sexy, but he also couldn’t tear his eyes away from her new sneakers on the floor.
A while later, John had lost track of how long they’d been at it. They had changed positions three or four times, but every time John had made sure he was still facing toward the black Converse, tempting him from the pile of clothes across the room. He was fucking Danielle furiously from behind when she finally tensed and shuddered and cried out. Her legs clamped together as she came one final time. Still, John wasn’t finished.
“Mmm-mmm” Danielle grunted as she scrabbled off the bed and onto the floor. She knelt a few feet from the bed and John followed right behind her. She had barely gotten to her knees when John’s hard cock reached her face and she swallowed it down. Her throat made a pornographic “gluck gluck” sound as she bobbed her head onto his rod as fast as she could. John’ gripped her blonde hair and his hips gyrated, pushing his dick as deep into his wife’s throat as she could handle with each thrust. Her blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly but his gaze remained fixed on her new sneakers.
“Fuuuuuuccckkkk” John cried out as the cum welled up his shaft and poured into Danielle’s mouth. His whole body locked up and shuddered and Danielle’s throat gulped greedily. His legs finally gave out and he stumbled, finally pulling himself free from his wife’s mouth. A little cum dribbled out of the corner of her lips as she gave one last swallow. He fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Danielle smiled deviously and crawled onto him. They cuddled wordlessly for a long time, still recovering.
“Hmmmm, what got into you tonight?” Danielle asked, finally stirring.
“I uh… don’t know,” John replied, glancing at the shoes on the floor “Sorry about that. I think I got a little overzealous.”
“Sorry? Sweetie, I haven't cum like that in years!” Danielle said, laughing aloud. “That was incredible.”
Eventually John dragged himself to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned ready for bed, the pile of clothes and the shoes on the floor were gone. He could hear Danielle in the giant closet and she soon emerged in her pajamas and joined him in bed.
On Sunday afternoon, John was just finishing moving some of the empty boxes to the attic when he heard the doorbell ring.
“I got it!” Danielle called out from the kitchen.
As he went downstairs, he heard voices and was unsurprised to see Jessica and Paige in the kitchen with Danielle. Instinctively, he craned his neck to check out their shoes behind the counter. Sure enough, his wife was dressed for the gym and was wearing her fresh black Converse. He felt his dick twitch and begin to swell in his sweatpants. Jessica had on white hightop Chucks with platform soles, and Paige was wearing a new pair of hightop Nike’s that John didn’t recognize.
“Time for the gym already?” He asked casually as the women looked in his direction.
“Yup!” Danielle said excitedly.
“Drew is on his way over in a minute,” Jessica added, flashing a smile.
“Where’s Mark? He’s a football fan too right?” Danielle asked, turning to Paige.
“He’s out of town for work till the end of the month” Paige said with a sigh. “But I’m sure he’d be happy to join once he’s back.”
Sure enough, as the women made their way out the front door, they crossed paths with Drew walking up with his arms full of paper bags.
“You boys have fun and behave!” Jessica called to them.
“We will! Love you sweetie” Drew called back. Before stepping inside the front door.
“What’s all this!?” John asked, seeing the bags.
“Oh I brought all the goodies!” Drew said excitedly. “Two six packs of the most generic beer I could find, a few dozen grocery store buffalo wings, chips, celery, salsa, everything you need for Game Day. You got the game on yet?” he asked.
“Way ahead of you, have a seat!” Drew said, pointing to the bigscreen TV in the living room.
“Be right there, let me unpack this” Drew replied, handing him a beer. John returned to his favorite seat on the couch. He heard rustling from the kitchen and a minute later Drew entered with a beer, a plate of wings, and a large paper shopping bag. He was wearing an old white t-shirt with his football team’s logo on it, some lightweigh workout shorts that were probably shorter than John would wear, and his beat-up white hightop Converse.
“Hey is this a shoes-off or shoes-on kinda house?” he said, “Now that you’re moved in and the place is cleaned up I never asked.”
John paused a moment. In the past he would have always said shoes-off, but looking at Drew’s sneakers he felt a strange flutter in his stomach.
“Whatever you want, man.” He replied casually. “I know how you two love your shoes.”
“Hey, I got you hooked up though!” Drew said excitedly, holding up the bag in his hand. “You said you wanted to borrow a few pairs?”
“Oh, damn, yeah, I forgot about that!” John said, perking up.
“I got you, man,” Drew replied with a grin. “Do you have any preference? I brought a variety.”
“Oh jeez, I don’t know,” John replied nervously. “I know Converse, obviously, and like general brands, but you’re the sneaker expert here.”
“No problem! I can give you the rundown.” Drew explained. He pulled out a pair of mustard yellow suede hightop shoes that John had seen but didn’t know well. “These are Vans Sk8 Hi’s. One of my favorite styles. I just got a new pair of these exact ones so I figured you could use my spares.” He handed them to John.
“These are pretty cool!” John said, trying to sound casual, but he could feel his heart racing. There were butterflies in his stomach for reasons he couldn’t explain, and he could feel his dick begin to stir at the thought of sneakers of his own.
“Okay these aren’t really my style but they’re pretty popular right now,” Drew said, pulling out some hightop white leather Nikes with a black swoosh. John recognized the same model that Paige had been wearing earlier. “These are called Blazers.”
“Oh these are sick!” John said as he took the sneakers and turned them over in his hands.
“And then everybody’s gotta have a pair of the classics!” Drew said excitedly, and pulled out a pair of red hightop Converse. “You said you know these.”
“Oh man, of course!” John said, feeling another flutter in his stomach as he reached for the Chucks. “I can’t believe I never had these as a kid.”
“Me neither! They’re the best.” Drew said as he looked into the bag. “I didn’t know if you wanted hightop or lowtop so I also grabbed you these. They’re a little older but you might prefer them” he added, and pulled out a pair of worn gray lowtop Converse as well.
“Man this is too much, are you sure?” John said, flushing slightly as he took the final pair.
“Hell yeah, dude,” Drew said with an earnest smile, “I’m happy to loan them out! I have so many that I can never wear them all. Plus I think you’ll like these. They kind of go with any style.”
“Seriously, I appreciate it man,” John said.
“Well, try em on and see how you like them!” Drew encouraged. After a moment of consideration, John decided to slide on the Nike Blazers and lace them up.
“Very cool, man.” Drew said happily. “They look great.”
John agreed as they sat back and started watching the game. Still, he found himself distracted from football. Both of them had their feet up on the coffee table and John couldn’t help but stare at their sneakers. He spent the next hour in an odd state of half-arousal. He flexed his toes inside the shiny new Nikes and he found himself watching the way Drew crossed his Chucks, tapped his toes, and occasionally flexed the soles as well.
At halftime of the game they had both had a few beers and John was feeling wonderfully tipsy, but his arousal wasn’t getting any better. He was absentmindedly running his finger over the extra pairs of sneakers next to him on the couch. His mind was drifting to the memory of watching Drew and Jessica have their strange sneaker sex in their closet.
“You gotta try those Chucks, man,” Drew reminded him, and John suddenly realized how long he’d been silently eyeing his shoes. “They’re the best.”
“Yeah Danielle really seems to like hers,” John said with a casual laugh, but his cock was rock hard in his shorts. “They look really good.” He added, a bit nervously.
“They sure do,” Drew replied enthusiastically. “I’ve always loved a woman in sneakers.” He added matter-of-factly, “Jess was wearing a pink pair the first time we met and she looked incredible.”
John was a little shocked that Drew was being so open about it, but he had to remind himself that their sexual encounter in the closet had been private. Still, the thought of sneakers had completely consumed him and he needed a release.
“I’m going to go put these away and grab some more food before the second half starts.” John declared, standing up, “can I get you anything?”
“Nope, just gonna hit the bathroom. Down the hall on the left, yeah?” Drew asked. John nodded and whisked the armful of sneakers upstairs.
When he got to the bedroom John quickly closed the door with his foot. The armful of sneakers was squeezed against his chest and the smell of musty rubber and canvas was filling his nostrils. His cock was fitting to burst out of his shorts. He ran across the room into the bathroom, holding the shoes tighter to him. He leaned his head down and inhaled more of the rubbery sneaker smell as he did. He needed to cum so badly.
The three pairs of shoes were dumped onto the bathroom counter as he desperately freed his dick and kicked off his shorts and underwear. His mind went back to the videos he had been watching earlier this week, and he remembered seeing the woman put a slipon Van over the man’s cock and jerk him off. He grabbed one of the gray lowtop Converse from the pile and roughly shoved his dick inside. He groaned at the odd feeling of the canvas enveloping his manhood. Thinking back to the video, he carefully placed his balls into the heel of the shoe so that it hung in place comfortably. He paused for just a moment to admire his work before the urge overtook him again. He grabbed the sneaker tightly with one hand and began fucking deep into the toe. It felt incredible and John let out a whimpering cry of pleasure. He looked at the other shoes on the counter and the yellow Vans caught his eye. Keeping one hand on the Chuck he was fucking, he grabbed one of the mustard colored Sk8 Hi’s with the other and lifted it to his face. He caught a whiff of the rubber again and plunged his nose into the opening for more. He inhaled like his life depended on it, smelling the stale scent of sweat mix with that of the fabric.
The Blazers on his feet squeaked on the tile floor as he fucked the gray sneaker, and John pulled the Van from his face to get a breath of fresh air. That’s when he looked inside. The shoe was worn enough that the logo had long since disappeared, but he noticed a large blotchy stain across the insole. It didn't look like any sweat stain he’d ever seen before, but in his frantic horny state he didn’t have the energy to think about it any deeper. He raised the shoe back to his nose and began desperately inhaling again. The gray shoe on his cock had become a blur and he had lost control entirely. He hadn’t considered how this would end, nor did he care. He didn’t even slow down or try to pull the sneaker off as he felt the cum well up from deep in his balls and race up his shaft. He exploded all the way into the toe of the lowtop All Star, his strangled cry muffled by the Van on his face. Pulse after pulse of semen pumped into the sneaker and dripped down into the heel.
It took John a few seconds to even register what he’d done, but he quickly dropped the yellow skate shoe and wrenched the Converse from his dick. It took him a few minutes to clean himself up and he did his best to stuff toilet paper into the messy sneaker. He flushed the evidence and quickly took the shoes over to the closet and placed them on the rack. He kicked off the Blazers too. A sense of embarrassment had kicked in and he didn’t want to think about the shoes any more, at least while Drew was still over. It had probably been a conspicuously long time, but Drew didn’t mention it when John walked back into the living room.
Thankfully the second half of the football game passed with minimum distraction on that front. By the end John and Drew were both nicely buzzed and having a passionate conversation about action movies. They were only interrupted by the sound of Danielle getting home. She called hello from the front door but disappeared up the stairs before John could see her.
“Ah, that’s my cue,” Drew said, standing up from the couch. The game had already ended. “Jessica had a honey-do list for me this weekend so I’d probably better head out now that they’re back.”
“Hey this was great, man” John said as he walked Drew to the door. “We gotta do this more often.”
“For sure!” Drew said with a smile, “there are a few guys in the neighborhood who get together for drinks regularly. I’ll hit you up next time we meet.”
Later that day, John was in his office finishing up some work, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the sneakers Drew had brought earlier. He glanced out the window toward the closet window next door, but it was dark. Sure enough, he saw Drew pushing a lawnmower around the back yard and Jessica was kneeling in her garden. Both were wearing dirty white hightop Converse.
Absent-mindedly, he pulled up his web browser and started searching for sneaker porn again. He thought back to the yellow Vans that were sitting in his closet and narrowed his search terms. Sure enough, a video popped up in his feed. It was the same account he had seen before, with the attractive, anonymous couple. The description said “Hot yellow Vans play ends in a messy cumshot”. Danielle was down in the kitchen, John could hear her. As quietly as he could he slipped down the hall, rushed to the closet, grabbed the yellow Vans, and returned. He closed the door behind him and quickly kicked off his shorts.
The video began with the woman, face hidden out of frame, sitting in front of the camera nude and gently fingering herself while she showed off her pair of yellow and white checkerboard slip on Vans. They looked brand new. Soon the man walked into frame, wearing a pair of mustard yellow Vans Sk8 Hi’s, exactly like the pair John had in his lap. The man’s cock was already rock hard, and the woman reached out to stroke it. As she did she slipped off one of her own sneakers and held it up to her face. It was out of frame but John could hear her smelling the shoe deeply. She continued to softly stroke her man’s cock with one hand and held the shoe out to his face as well. He moaned softly as he sniffed it. When he had taken a few deep whiffs, she brought it down and pressed the toe against her pussy. When she did, the man carefully slipped one of his own hightops off as well.
They repeated the smelling ritual, both taking deep breaths from the inside of the worn Sk8 Hi shoe, all while the woman continued jerking him and rubbing herself. John never took his eyes off the video, but he lifted one of the yellow shoes to his face and smelled it too. Eventually, the man put his hands behind his back and allowed the woman to take charge. She took one sneaker in each hand, one high and one low top, and began teasing his hard cock. She stroked the shaft with the rubber soles and circled the head with the canvas toes. This continued for several minutes and had John completely enthralled to watch. John copied her movements, running the rubber sole and velvety fabric up and down his own erection. He was getting very close, and he could tell that the man in the video was as well. He heard the man moaning and the woman cooing quietly to him, asking if he wanted to cum on a hot yellow Van sneaker. The man replied “yes” in a breathy, desperate voice.
Setting the hightop yellow shoe on the bed next to her the woman began to jerk the man’s cock quickly, trying to milk the cum from him. She held her own slip-on Van under the head of his dick, directly in the splash zone. She began quietly talking dirty to him, begging him to cover the shoe in his hot jizz, telling him how much of a mess he was going to make. However, right as the man began moaning loudly, she dropped her own shoe and snatched the spare hightop off the bed. She managed to get it up just in time for the man to squirt a massive load of cum into the opening. Several more drops splattered across the laces as the man shook and the woman laughed.
John watched in awe as the cum splattered the insole of the man’s own sneaker. When the man had finally finished, the woman lifted the shoe to her mouth and loudly slurped a glob of extra cum off of the outside. John wished he could see her face as she did it. Then she held the shoe up to her man who, to John’s surprise, also seemed to take a few licks. Sure enough, when she returned the shoe to frame, the outside was clean of any marks, save a few wet spots. Still, John continued to jerk his cock and look at the shoe on the screen and the one in his hand, imagining himself in that position, and felt the cum beginning to well up within him.
Then the woman turned the opening of the shoe toward the camera and pulled open the tongue to show off inside. The cum had soaked into the insole in a large blob in the heel. John’s eyes widened. He looked down at the shoe in his hand, the left shoe just like the one on the video, and looked inside. The exact same blob stain marked the inside of the sneaker Drew had lent him earlier that day, the one he had been smelling and jerking off with. The sneaker on the video was Drew’s. The man in the video was Drew. The woman on the video was Jessica. John came immediately.
It took him minutes to recover. The video remained paused on the shot of the shoe’s insole. John’s mind was reeling. He hastily put his messy cock away and spun in his desk chair. Out the window he could still see Jessica in the garden, her old white Converse half buried in dirt as she knelt and pulled weeds. John could only imagine what kind of things those shoes had seen. Drew pushed the lawnmower up the driveway. Glancing up, he seemed to notice John framed in the window. Getting Jessica’s attention, he waved up at him. Jessica turned and gave him a gleaming smile and a wave as well. All John could do was weakly wave back.

The Neighborhood

Chapter 4
The following week passed quickly. John was struggling to get any work done during the day, but still couldn’t bring himself to see Drew and Jessica in person. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about his neighbors and new friends. Every day he watched Danielle lace up her new Converse and skip out the front door to meet Jessica and Paige to walk or go to the gym. He saw Jessica in a whole new light now. Drew had texted him a few times too, but he hadn’t responded. He didn’t know how to face them.
Nonetheless, he continued to watch their videos. There were far too many for him to watch all of, and it seemed like they had been making them for years. Each one showed a new kinky sex act with a variety of sneakers. John hadn’t worn the sneakers that Drew had loaned him much, but he had certainly continued to masturbate with them. He had also found the videos in which each of them had been used. He was particularly a fan of one that featured the red hightop Converse.
In that video, Jessica had laid back on the bed with her face hidden under a pillow, naked except for her own pair of red hightop Chucks. Drew then entered the frame wearing his red shoes, naked as well. After a long, sensual shoejob from Jessica’s sneakers, Drew stood between her legs and entered her. Their red Converse entwined as they began to have sex in a variety of intimate positions, always showing their sneakers toward the camera. Drew regularly caressed Jessica’s sneakers while he did so. The video ended with Drew pulling his cock out of Jessica’s dripping snatch and spraying cum onto the soles of her red Chucks.
John had just finished watching that one again, gently stroking his cock through his sweatpants but not fully jerking off, when Danielle knocked on his office door. He quickly shut his computer and sat up as she poked her head in
“Hey sweetie, you on a meeting?” she asked.
“Nope, what’s up?” John said, trying to sound innocent.
“Want to go on a double date with Jessica and Drew tonight? They invited us to go out dancing” She wiggled her hips playfully as she said it. John felt a clench of anxiety at the idea of seeing the neighbors again, but didn’t have a good reason not to. Plus, seeing the girls dance was tempting.
“Sure!” he said, trying not to look neither too eager nor too nervous.
“Sweet! Jessica says to wear our dancin’ shoes!” Danielle added with a cute laugh as she shut the door. John gulped.
At 6 o’clock Danielle and John were both getting dressed in the bedroom closet. John had put on some jeans and a red flannel. Danielle had pulled on some high waisted, faded jean shorts and a black tanktop, and had started lacing up her black Chucks with some white tube socks. John couldn’t help but stare.
“Ooooh, babe we can match!” she said excitedly, pointing at the red hightops on the mostly empty shoe rack on the wall. John felt his dick stirring in his pants.
“Hey good idea!” He said, with a sudden burst of courage. He snatched the red sneakers off the shelf and pulled them on. He couldn’t help but continue to stare at both of their feet as they walked to the Uber waiting outside. He began to imagine their bodies entwined the same way as the video. He had to adjust his erection in his pants. It was going to be a long, exciting night.
They pulled up to one of the hip bars across town and immediately saw Drew and Jessica in the parking lot. Jessica was in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, her long red hair was down and flowing, and she had on a pair of stark white Nike Air Force 1s. Drew was in some stylish dark jeans, a white long sleeved shirt that was tight enough to show off his muscles, and some crisp Jordans.
“Oh my gosh look at you two with your Chucks!” Jessica squealed when she saw them approach. John immediately felt his face grow hot.
“Right? Doesn’t he look good in those?” Danielle replied, laughing. John’s dick throbbed. Every comment about sneakers was driving him crazy, but Danielle had no idea what their new friends did in their spare time.
“Lookin good, buddy!” Drew said, shaking John’s hand.
“Thanks, man,” John replied, trying to sound casual, “been a crazy week at work, sorry I haven’t returned your texts.”
“Oh no problem, man, just glad we could get you two out for some fun!” Drew said with a big smile.
The bar was dim with a big dance floor that already had a fair number of people out dancing. John immediately noticed that there were a lot of very beautiful women there, and many of them were wearing sneakers. The wives led them through the crowd and found a high top table in the corner near the dance floor.
“Let’s get drinks!” Jessica announced excitedly. Everyone quickly agreed. Drew and Jessica slipped away through the crowd toward the bar. When they returned they each had multiple glasses in their hands.
“Oh my god, you got shots!?” Danielle exclaimed.
“Yeah! Come on, let’s loosen those hips up, girlie!” Jessica said, shaking her hips at them. Shrugging, Danielle took the glasses and passed two to John.
“To a fun night!” Danielle said, holding up a shot glass. They all toasted and took their drinks as a new song started bumping from the DJ.
The girls soon led their husbands out to the dance floor and the night began. John hadn’t danced much since his college days, but Danielle had always been good at it so he just followed along. Jessica and Drew looked like they did it regularly though. Jessica also didn’t appear shy when it came to touching her man. She rubbed her ass on his crotch and tousled her hair, catching the eye of every man in the area. John didn’t complain, because watching her shake her hips in a tight dress and some gleaming white sneakers wasn’t too bad. Also, as the alcohol began to kick in, Danielle began taking some cues from her as well. Her hips moved more, and she began to put her hands on John more as they danced.
John’s erection had barely gone away all evening. Feeling the toes of his wife’s new Chucks bumping against his own while they danced was a constant reminder. It was almost a relief a while later when the girls decided to head to the bathroom and then get fresh drinks. John and Drew returned to their table to catch their breaths from the dancing.
“Danielle looks great in those Chucks, man,” Drew said, nudging John’s shoulder encouragingly. “You lucky dog.” John was a little taken aback but could tell that Drew was a little buzzed and meant it as a compliment.
“Hey you’re one to talk,” John replied, his head swimming a little from the booze. “Jessica is the hottest woman here!” He said, gently punching Drew back. “What are those shoes she has on tonight? They’re so white!” He knew they were Air Force 1s, but he saw an opportunity to get Drew talking about sneakers.
“God she really is.” Drew said with a dreamy look in his eye. “Those are her new Air Force 1s.” He added. “She just got those the other day. God they’re hot.” John was surprised to hear him say it so explicitly.
“So which of you was the sneaker fan when you met?” John asked, feeling a little brave. Drew’s eyes flashed a bit of a knowing look.
“Oh it was both of us,” he replied with a chuckle. “I think her collection was bigger, but I was no slouch. It was actually how we first connected.”
“Well I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.” John said. “I never realized how hot a good pair of sneakers were.” he paused, “A woman in a good pair of sneakers, I mean.” He added, feeling his face flush a little. Drew’s eyes flashed knowingly again.
“Listen, man, a good pair of sneakers are sexy as hell, you don’t gotta tell me.” Drew laughed. “And it sounds like you’re starting to get it. You got a favorite style yet?” he asked.
“Well I’m really liking Converse, honestly,” John admitted, “and those Vans you lent me are really cool.”
“Nice, nice, Vans are a personal fave of mine too.” Drew said, nodding, “but I didn’t mean wearing them.” John’s eyes widened a little. “I mean to look at!” Drew added quickly. “I know Danielle only has the Chucks so far, but if you could see her in any other style, what would it be?”
John had to think for a minute. He tried to think of what he’d seen Jessica wearing in person, of course, but he also couldn’t help but think of what she’d worn in the videos.
“Honestly uh, maybe some Vans.” John said somewhat sheepishly. Drew nodded with understanding.
“You been wearing all of the ones I lent you?” he asked.
“Uuuh,” John paused, thinking about all of the times this week he’d blown cum deep into those gray lowtops. He hadn’t actually worn them yet. “A few of them. I haven’t really worn the gray lowtops.” he admitted.
“No problem dude, I can take them back and get you some different ones!” Drew offered cheerfully. John actually choked on his drink for a second, but in his slightly tipsy state he couldn’t come up with an argument.
“Uhhh sure, man” John said, trying to figure out how much evidence of cum was left in those shoes.
Thankfully he was saved by the girls returning with fresh drinks. They were both pretty red faced and giggling together.
“You wouldn’t believe how many guys offered us drinks!” Danielle squealed.
“I mean why wouldn’t they, look at you!” Jessica exclaimed, and slapped her on the ass. Danielle shook her butt in response but came up to John.
“None of them are as cute as you though, sweetie.” She said, a little seductively, and kissed him.
They stayed another hour or so and had a few more drinks before John and Drew were able to coax the ladies away from the dance floor and out to the Uber. Fortunately none of them were too drunk, but everyone was happily tipsy.
The Uber was a smaller sedan, and Drew took the front seat. Danielle had to squeeze into the middle in the back between Jessica and John. John found himself staring at both of their sneakers the whole way home. Danielle had her legs crossed and had one hand on his leg. She was looking toward Jessica chatting when he felt her hand slip over toward his crotch. He jumped and looked up at her. A smile was playing at the corner of her lips but she kept looking at Jessica and talking like nothing was wrong. John once again felt his cock begin to swell beneath her hand.
They said their goodbyes in the driveway with hugs and handshakes, and went their separate ways toward their front doors. As soon as they were inside, John went up behind Danielle and put his hands around her hips.
“Hmmm hello there handsome,” Danielle said quietly as she set her purse on the kitchen counter in front of them. “You wanna go upstairs and get out of these clothes?”
“No,” John almost blurted. He desperately needed her to keep those black Chucks on, but couldn’t come out and say it. “How about right here right now?” He quickly corrected. His hands ran down her athletic thighs and tight jean shorts, and his hard cock pressed through his jeans against her ass.
“Oooh, in the kitchen? Naughty naughty” Danielle said, biting her lip and turning toward him in his arms. Her fingers ran down his chest seductively. He reached around her and squeezed her ass playfully.
Their lips met and they began to kiss furiously against the kitchen island. Danielle wrapped a single leg around John’s and he felt her sneaker rubbing his legs through his jeans. Their crotches rubbed together as their hands played over each other’s bodies. John’s fingers found their way to her waistband and quickly fumbled with her button and fly. Sticking his hands down either side of the waist he grabbed handfuls of her tight ass. He used his arms to force her shorts and panties down to her thighs, never pulling his mouth away from hers as they alternated exploring each other’s tongues.
To John’s delight Danielle wiggled her legs, allowing her shorts and panties to fall down around the ankles of her fresh hightop Converse, and kicked them away. Feeling a surge of lust, John bent his knees, grabbed her by the thighs, and lifted her butt up onto the counter of the island. She got the message immediately, lifting and spreading her legs. The sight of her seductive eyes, her bare athletic legs, and her hot new sneakers almost had John cumming his pants on the spot, but he knew there was more to come. He dove headfirst between her spread legs, burying his face into her folds. His tongue lapped at her pussy furiously, and he was happy to notice that she was already dripping wet.
“Ooooh FUCK, baby, YES!” she cried out, leaning back on the kitchen counter and lifting her legs up over his shoulders. John felt the heels of her Converse press against the back of his shoulders, pulling him in tighter. It only spurred him on harder. He sucked and circled her clit, pressing his tongue against her lips in a constant rhythm. She squirmed and moaned as he hit all of her most sensitive areas, leaning back on her elbows on the counter and arching her back. He knew exactly how she liked it and it didn’t take long for her fingers to fly to her clit and her thighs to clamp onto his head as waves of pleasure rolled through her and she shuddered to completion.
As soon as John stood, Danielle scooted off the counter and placed both hands against his chest to shove him backward against the fridge. In one motion she dropped to her bare knees on the tile floor and undid the buckle of his jeans. His pants were quickly yanked down around his thigh and his throbbing cock sprang out, nearly hitting Danielle in the face. She looked at it with glee, licking her lips. Wrapping one hand around the shaft, she locked her lips around the head and began to suck. Her tongue swirled around as her hand pumped. John was in ecstasy as he looked down. Beyond the short blonde hair of his wife’s head, her black Chucks splayed out on the floor behind her giving John a perfect view of the soles and ankle patches. She was also kneeling between his own red Converse. Four hot sneakers framed his sexy wife shoving his dick down her throat.
“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he warned. Danielle pulled her mouth away, still softly jerking his shaft.
“Oh no you don’t, not before I get this thing inside me.” She scolded.
“Get up on the counter again.” He ordered. She raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously, but hopped up on the counter again. This time she lifted her legs and placed her sneakers on the edge of the counter on either side of her. She licked the fingers of one hand and rubbed her pussy invitingly. John didn’t need to be told twice. He waddled forward as his pants fell to his knees, and thrust his cock into her in a single motion. They both cried out in pleasure.
John pounded away at her snatch, all the while staring down at her Chucks. His own hightops squeaked on the tile floor as he fought for traction. Danielle had pulled her black tanktop up and was squeezing one of her tits, moaning at him to go faster and harder. Finally she grabbed him by the face with both hands and locked eyes with him as another orgasm rocked her and she screamed. John felt it welling up inside him and he also moaned out a series of curse words as he stared deeply into his wife’s blue eyes and exploded deep inside her.
John didn’t want the night to end, but as they gently kissed and he felt his cock softening, he knew it was time. His cum leaked out of her pussy and a few drops hit the floor as he pulled out and started cleaning himself off. He was grateful for the vasectomy he had gotten the year before.
“Mmmm what got into you tonight?” Danielle asked playfully, still sitting on the counter and wiping herself off.
“You, uh, just looked really good.” John said with a shrug. “I think I was a little pent up.”
“Well I guess I gotta look really good and get you pent up more often!” She said hopping off the counter. She swiped up her shorts off the floor and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m glad I can still get your motor running like that.” she said as she turned to head upstairs to their bedroom.
“You have no idea,” John said quietly under his breath as he watched her tight ass, bare legs, and hot sneakers sway up the stairs.
The next weekend was Danielle’s birthday, so John was particularly busy that week trying to get all his work done. Still, he kept an eye out for new videos posted on the website. No notifications popped up, but he still took a few breaks from work to have his way with the borrowed sneakers.
On Wednesday he had just finished smelling the Nike Blazers while he fucked the gray Converse again. He really wanted to get his hands on Danielle’s Chucks but she always seemed to take the with her when she left the house. His cum was still pooled in the toe of the borrowed gray pair when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Drew.
“Hey man, mind if I grab those Chucks back from you? I’m feeling those lowtops again lol” it read.
“Shit,” John swore to himself. He didn’t have a good excuse so he messaged back. “Sure thing gimme 10 minutes.” He raced to the bathroom and cleaned the old sneakers out the best he could. Sure enough, 10 minutes later Drew came by the front door.
“Thanks, man!” He said as John handed him the gray sneakers. “Let me know if there are any others you want to borrow.”
“Sure thing,” John said, trying to keep his face casual, but hoping Drew didn’t look inside the shoes too closely.
“Danielle’s birthday thing is Friday, right?” Drew asked.
“Yup!” John said, perking up. “Real low key, dinner and drinks at our place.”
“Can’t wait! I hear Mark is going to be there finally. He’s a good dude, you’ll like him.” Drew said cheerfully, turning back toward his house. “See you around!”
Paige and Mark were coming for the birthday dinner. John was a little intimidated, seeing how big and fancy Mark’s house was compared to theirs. But Paige seemed nice and fairly down to earth. Besides, she also wasn’t bad to look at and usually wore sneakers as well.
John had a deadline to meet Friday so he was holed up in his office all day. It was late in the afternoon and he was just wrapping up when his computer dinged. He was initially afraid it was an email from work, but it wasn’t. It was a notification from the hidden tab he kept open in the background, showing Jessica and Drew’s video profile. It was 5:00pm and the guests were supposed to arrive any minute, but Drew threw caution to the wind and clicked the notification. A new video had just been posted called “Sneaky Fun with New Vans!” He was immediately aroused and interested. He checked the door, turned down the volume on the computer, and hit play.
The scene opened with Jessica walking onto the screen, face hidden out of frame as usual, holding a red Vans shoebox. She was barefoot, but wearing short jean shorts and a tight white tanktop. Drew appeared from the other side of the frame wearing his, faded jeans, a white tshirt with a band logo, and his worn pair of gray lowtop Converse. John felt his face grow hot seeing Drew wearing a pair that John had cum in so many times. They began to kiss passionately. Jessica flipped the lid of the box open and revealed a brand new pair of classic black and white checkerboard Vans slip ons. She pulled one out of the box and they both began to smell it. Jessica’s hand began massaging Drew’s boner through his pants. Both of them took turns running their tongues up the soles of the sneakers, only just showing their chins and mouths in frame. They lapped up the bottom of the shoes leaving the rubber shining. Jessica finally set both shoes on the ground and slipped her feet inside. Drew pulled his cock out as she sat on a chair. The camera angle changed to show a close up of Jessica’s feet and new Vans squeezing Drew’s hard shaft. He held her ankles and pumped his dick between the rubber.
The camera angle soon changed again. Jessica was leaning over the bed, her shorts pulled down. Drew moved behind her and began fucking her from behind. She stood on the tip toes of the new Vans as he railed her. She fell forward onto her stomach so that she could lift her sneakered feet off the ground. The soles of her shoes wiggled in the air as Drew continued plowing her deeply. John watched enraptured. Finally, the camera angle changed one last time to show Jessica sitting up again, her knees tucked in, holding the soles of the Vans out toward Drew, who was quickly jerking his cock. With a grunt, he shot a few solid spurts of cum that splattered the bottom of the sneakers. Jessica reached down and slid them off carefully. They both held out the shoes toward the camera and moved their faces down just enough to see their tongues again. They both licked and slurped Drew’s cum off of the soles until they were sparkling clean, only showing a sheen of saliva. They kissed one last time and Jessica dropped the shoes back into the shoebox as the video ended.
John was snapped out of his daze by the sound of the doorbell. Swearing quietly, he closed the tab, saved his work, and sent the last email he needed to send for the week. Shutting his computer, he tucked his boner up into his waistband and raced downstairs.
Danielle had thankfully already gotten the house ready and was already in the front hall. John drooled a little seeing that she was wearing a mid-length flowy white sun dress with a cool black jacket and her hightop Chucks. Standing with her was Paige, looking as good as always in some loose black pants, a stylish striped sweater, and some white Adidas Sambas. There was also a tall, dark-haired man John didn’t know, but who must be Mark. He was wearing khakis and a golf polo and some generic brown dress shoes. He had the air of a businessman as he introduced himself, but John quickly felt comfortable around him. Mark's eyes were sharp but his smile was genuine and he was far more down-to-earth than John had expected based on how much money he had.
“I’m so glad to finally get to meet you two,” Mark said earnestly, “Paige talks about Danielle all the time and I’m always so glad when nice people move into the neighborhood. How are you getting settled? I hear you’ve already met Drew and Jessica?”
“Honestly it’s been great!” John said as they moved into the kitchen. Danielle offered them beer and wine and Mark took a glass of red wine. “We met Drew and Jessica on day one, actually, they helped us move in.”
“They’re great people, right?” Mark said sincerely. “Paige and I love spending time with them.” John once again had to fight to keep his face straight.
“Well we’re relieved that there are other folks our age in the neighborhood. We were a little nervous about meeting people when we moved to the suburbs.” John explained.
“Oh I know that all too well.” Mark said. “We used to be downtown too and Paige was so nervous about the ‘burbs. That’s why I had to build her that house!” He added, giving John a cheeky elbow nudge.
Just then, the doorbell rang again. Jessica and Drew had become comfortable enough coming over that they didn’t wait for anyone to answer and entered anyway.
“Sorry we’re late!” Jessica announced as she walked in, Drew right behind her. “Hope we haven’t missed anything. Oh Mark! I’m so glad you could make it home for this!” She hugged Danielle and Paige, and even gave Mark a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Mark greeted Drew with a handshake-slash-one armed bro hug and it occurred to John that they probably knew each other a lot better than he did.
What John quickly noticed, though, was how Jessica and Drew were dressed. Jessica had on the same tight jean shorts and white tanktop that she’d been wearing in the video he had just watched maybe 15 minutes earlier. Drew was also wearing the same faded jeans and white tee, and was still wearing the cum stained gray Converse. The only difference seemed to be that Jessica was wearing her sparkling white high top Air Force Ones instead of the Vans from the video. John’s dick quickly swelled once again.
They sat around for maybe an hour in the living room, drinking wine, talking about their jobs and favorite vacation spots and swapping funny stories about moving houses. The wine was flowing and everyone was having a good time. John was in the armchair while Danielle sat on the arm next to him. The two other couples were squeezed onto the couch but they were clearly pretty comfortable being close together. All of the women had their legs crossed and their sneakers were very visible. They bobbed up and down as the women talked animatedly.
“It’s time for gifts!” Jessica announced to the room suddenly. It was an hour later and they had just finished eating dinner. A new bottle of wine had just been opened.
“Oh my goodness you didn’t have to get me anything!” Danielle said politely, “I told you I just wanted a fun night with you guys!”
“Well we never pass up an opportunity to give gifts,” Jessica said a moment later as she returned from the front hall with a big colorful gift bag. “Go on, open it up!”
Everyone gathered around the table as Danielle pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. Her eyes lit up as she saw what was inside.
“You didn’t!” She exclaimed. Reaching in she pulled out a very familiar red box. John stared at it, recognizing it immediately. The Vans logo covered the sides of the box. He knew what would be inside before Danielle did.
“You totally needed some!” Jessica exclaimed. Danielle flipped the lid of the box open and, sure enough, revealed a pair of brand new checkerboard slip-on Vans. John looked, wide-eyed at Jessica and Drew. Drew gave him a wry smile, a nod, and a wink.
“Oh my god they’re so cute!” Danielle squealed, holding up the sneakers. John once again had to hold himself together. He had just seen their friends and neighbors using those sneakers as sex toys. They must have just filmed that video earlier this afternoon.
“Oh no, is Jessica getting you into sneaker collecting too?” Mark said with a joking air of warning in his voice. “Watch your wallet, buddy, this is just the beginning.” He said with a laugh and a playful punch on John’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe we didn’t get you anything!” Paige cried out. “Okay I’m definitely going to take you shopping now to make up for it.”
“Hey since these are your first ever pair of Vans, I gotta tell you the best part of a new pair.” Jessica explained with a gleeful smile to Danielle. “The smell!”
“Oh man, yeah, the smell of new sneakers is unmatched.” Drew said earnestly. John gaped at both of them silently.
“Really!?” Danielle said, laughing a little bit, but she shrugged and put her face down and took a big sniff out of the left sneaker. John almost fainted. His cock felt like a steel rod in his pants. “Oh my god you’re so right!” Danielle exclaimed. She took another big sniff. “These smell so good!” She held up one shoe at a time and buried her nose in them, taking deep whiffs each time.
“Right?” Jessica replied, a mischievous glimmer in her eye. She took one of the sneakers from Danielle and took a deep inhale herself. “I know it’s weird but I smell all my new sneakers. John, you have to try!” she added, holding the shoe out to John. There was a knowing look in her eye and John suddenly felt afraid. Did she suspect that he was on to them?
“New Vans are the best.” Drew chimed in, encouragingly. He was also looking at John like a hungry animal looks at prey.
“I totally know what you mean!” Paige said. “New Converse have such a distinct smell that I just love so much. It kills me when I start wearing them and it goes away. It’s like a new car!” John finally took the sneaker being offered to him and put his nose inside. They were right, of course, the shoe smelled fantastic. The rubber and canvas smelled fresh and new and somewhat sweet. But he also knew that Jessica’s bare feet had been inside just a few hours earlier, while she was getting fucked. And that these sneakers had been rubbed all over Drew’s cock and taken a messy cumshot on the soles. The evidence was all gone, of course. They had been careful. John only took one more sniff before handing it back to Danielle.
“Those are super cool, babe,” he said, trying to sound casual. Danielle was so excited to show off the new sneakers that she immediately went to the living room, sat down and started unlacing her Chucks. The women and Mark followed after immediately. John was so worried about his erection showing that he was a little slow. Drew also hung back.
“Was this your idea?” John muttered quietly to Drew as the rest of the group left the kitchen.
“Hey buddy, you said you wanted to see her in Vans!” Drew replied quietly, a wide guilty grin on his face. “I figured I’d help you out!” He clapped John on the back and John couldn’t help but smile. Secrets aside, the thought of his wife in a fresh pair of Vans had him very excited. Sure enough, when he entered the living room the black converse and white socks were laying on the floor and Danielle was proudly showing off her new Vans.
The rest of the night went quickly, mostly because John was so distracted staring at his wife’s feet. When their friends finally left, they were all laughing and in great spirits, not to mention a little tipsy. Jessica had invited them all over the next day to open the pool in their backyard for the summer, and Mark was telling Drew and John how they needed to come over and watch the football games in his home theater.
When everyone had left, Danielle had swaggered up the stairs in her new sneakers saying she needed a shower, but asked John to clean up before they went to bed. Disappointed, John went around the room picking up glasses, loading the dishwasher, and turning out lights. As he walked across the living room his foot hit one of the black Converse. Picking them up he glanced around before sticking his face in them and taking a deep whiff. They were heavenly. All of the fresh newness of the Vans he had smelled earlier, but with the sweet funk of his wife’s sweat. He rubbed them on his crotch through his pants, but felt too much like he was going to cum so he quickly stopped. He set them near the stairs and finished cleaning up until he heard the shower turn off.
Walking into the bedroom he saw Danielle’s clothes and new shoes on the floor. He carefully set the black Chucks next to the Vans out in the middle of the floor, but picked up her clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper.
That night John spent a long time going down on Danielle. It was a normal birthday tradition that he would eat her out multiple times, but he knew he was too turned on for normal sex. After multiple rounds Danielle finally knelt to give him a blowjob. He sat on the edge of the bed facing the sneakers and when he came, his eyes were locked on the two pairs of shoes in the corner, streams and streams of cum pumping down his pretty blonde wife’s throat.

The Neighborhood

Chapter 5
The next day John was back in his home office. Working on weekends wasn’t unusual when he had tight deadlines. He was also a bit absentminded. He could barely stay focused on work with the thought of his wife and her friends smelling her new sneakers the night before.
It was just after noon and the weather was beautiful. John was lamenting being stuck in his office. A knock on the door snapped him out of his daze. As his office door swung open he was met with the sight of Danielle, wearing nothing but a strapless bikini with black bottoms and a black and white top, and her brand new checkerboard Vans with no socks standing in the doorway.
“Hey sweetie, still stuck doing work?” She asked. John felt himself getting hard again as usual.
“Yeah I have to finish this assignment, but what are you all dressed up for?” He asked, a sly grin creeping across his face.
“Jess invited us over to their pool, remember?” Danielle said, walking over to him. She massaged his shoulders in his office chair. “It’s a shame you won’t get to appreciate my new bikini” she said teasingly into his ear.
“Well maaayyybeee I can make it after all,” John said with a smile.
“Oh no you don’t,” Danielle said, jokingly serious. “You’ve got work to do. I can put this back on for you later. Get that assignment done and come meet us for dinner later.” She gave him a quick kiss before hustling back out of the room. John watched the heels of her new Vans disappear around the door as she shut it behind her.
Sure enough, about 10 minutes later he looked out the office window and saw Danielle, with a towel over her shoulder, walking across the yard and over to the pool behind Jessica and Drew’s house. As he looked over he realized he had a perfect view of the whole pool area out his desk window, in addition to the view he had into the closet window where he’d seen his neighbors the first night.
Jessica soon appeared out the back slider to meet Danielle. She also had a towel over her shoulder and was wearing a pink bikini with spaghetti straps, and a pair of sparklingly white Keds. John drooled. Her red hair was up in a ponytail and she had large sunglasses with white frames. The two ladies set their towels down by the two lounge chairs that faced the house, which thankfully kept them in plain view of John’s window. John watched excitedly as they helped spread sunscreen on each other’s backs, and he definitely noticed them comparing shoes, to his delight.
John was especially delighted that when the ladies laid out in the sun on the lounge chairs, neither of them took off their shoes. A few minutes later Drew appeared out the back slider carrying a tray of drinks. Drew was also wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks and some blue and white Jordan hightops. As he chatted with the girls, John saw Mark and Paige appear from around the other side of the house. The rest of the group greeted them happily. Mark was wearing plain swim trunks, flip flops, and an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt. Paige was in a long flowery beach skirt and a light purple tanktop and was sporting her white platform hightop Converse.
Mark took a drink from Drew and sat in a chair near the pool, pulling out a tablet from his bag and beginning to scroll through it quietly. Paige grabbed another chair near the girls and they all started talking and laughing together. John noted once again that they seemed to point out each other’s shoes.
Maybe half an hour later, John was just finishing his work when he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. Danielle looked to be asleep in the lounge chair and Jessica was next to her reading a book. Paige had stood and grabbed her bag. She asked something in Drew’s direction and Drew smiled and nodded, gesturing toward the door. Paige walked in through the back slider and Drew followed after. John thought nothing of it and turned back to hit submit on his email and finish the work assignment for the weekend. He was excited to join the rest of the group by the pool and thought the water looked like a welcoming refresh from a long week. That was when he saw movement in the closet.
Paige appeared in the window of the walk in closet and was giggling at something. She shushed whoever was behind her and to John’s surprise he saw Drew following after, putting his hands on her hips. The two were clearly up to something. As John watched, Paige reached out and took a dirty old black Chuck from the shoe shelf and held it up to her nose. She sniffed deeply and wrinkled her nose, but kept doing it. Drew watched with a gleam in his eye. To John’s surprise Paige reached out with one hand and begin feeling up Drew’s crotch through his shorts. She kept smelling the sweaty old shoe as Drew untied his swim trunks, and quickly pulled them down. He stepped out of them and was now only wearing his Jordans. His cock was thick and hard and standing at attention. He put his hands on his hips expectantly.
Paige sank to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. John stared in disbelief. Her head bobbed as she took his shaft into her throat. Drew said something and Paige brought the shoe back up to her face, smelling it again while Drew’s dick slid in and out of her lips. Drew grabbed her hair roughly and began fully fucking her face. The shoe smashed against her nose repeatedly, but she never moved it away. When he pulled his dick away her mouth remained open and her tongue lolled out, drooling visibly. John couldn’t help but pull his dick out of his pants at this point and start jerking off at the sight.
Drew looked along the shelves for a moment and grabbed one of his old white hightop Converse that looked especially worn. Holding Paige’s ponytail, he pulled her head back and fed her the toe of the shoe. She put her mouth on it and sucked eagerly, looking up at him the whole time. Removing the toe from her mouth he said something and held the sole out. Paige began licking the dirty sole of the shoe desperately, like a starving animal. When Drew was satisfied he gave another order and Paige sat back on her knees obediently. She unhooked her skirt and pulled off her shirt to reveal her bare breasts. Drew opened the tongue of the shoe and loosened the laces a bit. Placing the opening of his old dirty white Chuck over her entire mouth and nose, he ran the laces around behind her head and tied them above her ponytail. He seemed to ask her something because she used one hand to briefly adjust the shoe on her face slightly before nodding and giving a thumbs up.
As Drew stepped back she leaned forward onto all fours and crawled to the middle of the large walk in closet space. John could clearly see her own white platform Converse on her feet now. She waited there obediently like a well trained animal. Drew circled around and pulled down her bikini bottoms before licking his fingers and running them along her crotch. Kneeling behind her, he stroked his dick a few times before lining it up and thrusting inside her. Even from his vantage point, John could see Paige’s eyes roll back in pleasure as Drew began relentlessly fucking her from behind. The shoe tied to her face bobbed with each thrust as Drew pounded her like a fleshlight.
John was still in shock at the sight of his buddy fucking his neighbor’s wife, but his own dick was in his hand and he pumped in time. It was then that John saw more movement from the back yard. Mark had stood and set down his tablet on the table. He looked toward Jessica and asked something, pointing toward the house. Jessica shook her head and smiled politely before replying politely that she didn’t want whatever he was offering. Mark turned and began walking toward the door to the house. John’s heart somehow raced even faster.
In the closet, Drew was still railing Paige from behind. The soles of their sneakers were visible trailing out behind them as they knelt. Drew grabbed the sneaker tied to Paige’s face and used it for leverage, pulling her face deeper into it and forcing her head back as he thrust. The door was clearly open to the closet and what they were doing didn’t look particularly quiet.
Mark disappeared into the house and John froze in panic. He didn’t know if he should cry out, bang on the window, try to distract them somehow or warn Drew that he was about to be caught. All he could do was watch in terror.
With that, a pair of legs appeared in the door frame that he could see beyond the cheating couple. Mark stood in the open door of the closet, his hands on his hips. John stood, knocking his chair over, prepared to have to call 9-1-1 for what was going to happen. To his amazement, Drew never stopped fucking Paige. He kept plowing away at her pussy from behind, forcing her to smell his dirty old shoe. That’s when Mark did the last thing John possibly expected. Stepping forward, he crouched in front of his cheating wife, reaching out and grabbing her chin. He said something to her and she did her best to nod. Stepping back Mark unlaced his own swim trunks and his own hard cock sprang free. Drew backed away from Paige’s ass, but didn’t seem to be afraid or unsure at all. He continued to stroke his own dick as Paige turned toward her husband.
Mark reached a hand out gesturing to Drew, who immediately nodded. He grabbed a pair of his wife’s pink lowtop Converse off the shelf and handed one to Mark. Drew took the other sneaker and slid it over his own dick, still wet with Paige’s juices. Paige reached out and took the sneaker on his dick in both hands and began to massage it. As she did so, she stuck her ass out toward her husband, who wound up and smacked her ass hard with the pink sneaker. She jumped but didn’t stop jerking. Mark brough the shoe down three or four times on her ass with a lot of force before Drew shuddered, having clearly just flooded the sneaker with his cum. Paige removed it and carefully set it aside. Turning toward Mark, she took the other shoe from him and placed it over Mark’s cock.
To John’s surprise, Drew also knelt in front of Mark. Both he and Paige together reached out and started jerking the pink Chuck on Marks dick, who stood there authoritatively and watched with little reaction. There was only a small shudder when he came into the other sneaker. Both of the cummy pink Chucks were set aside and Drew stood, smiling. Mark quickly re-laced his swimsuit and Drew pulled his back on as well. Mark cracked a smile as well, reaching out and pulling Drew into a bro-hug and patting his back. He then leaned down and carefully helped remove the sneaker from Paige’s face, who looked relieved and satisfied. Mark gently ran his hands over her red cheeks and they kissed lovingly as she stood. He helped her up and helped her put her skirt wrap back on as she replaced her bikini top.
John was completely stunned at what he had just seen. When he glanced toward the back yard, he saw Danielle still apparently napping in the lounge chair, but Jessica was nowhere to be seen. Snapping back to the sight through the window, he saw Jessica appear in the doorway as well. She grinned with evil glee when she saw everyone very obviously getting redressed, and John could immediately tell from her body language that whatever was going on, she was in on it. She gave Mark a peck on the cheek and Paige a gentle slap on the ass as she shooed them out of the closet and back toward the backyard.
Soon the four of them slipped quietly back out the back slider. Danielle began to stir and she looked around as Jessica and Paige talked as though nothing had happened. Mark carried a tray of drinks and snack food as they all returned to a seemingly normal summer afternoon.
John raced to his own closet and grabbed his wife’s black Converse. He needed a release and it only took him a few moment before he was splattering the inside of the toilet bowl with cum as he held one of Danielle’s hightops to his face. He was still trying to figure out how to proceed next when his phone buzzed. It was a text from Drew.
“Hey man, you finished with work yet? You should come over! The gang misses you.”
A few moments later he sent another.
“Hope you enjoyed the show. Let’s chat later.” followed by a winky face emoji and then a sneaker emoji. John felt all the blood drain from his face.
It took John nearly 30 minutes to get his head straight, shut down his work, and change into a swimsuit. The sun was still bright and it was still early afternoon when he put on his borrowed Nike Blazers and walked next door.
Drew and Mark were in the pool, floating on noodles and talking about football, when John arrived. The girls were still on the lounge chairs and still wearing their sneakers. It was clear none of them had gone swimming yet. They were laughing and drinking some bright fruity cocktails.
“You girls haven’t even gone swimming yet!?” John said as he walked up. They all turned and cheered at his arrival.
“You made it!” Jessica said, beaming at him. “All finished with work?”
“Yeah, uh, just had to wrap a few things up”, John replied nervously.
“Can I get you a drink?” Drew asked, pulling himself out of the pool dripping and walking over to the bar counter.
“Yeah I could use a beer.” John said. Drew tossed him a cold can.
“You know, he’s right.” Mark said as he climbed out of the pool and gave Drew a sly look. “The ladies haven’t even gone swimming yet.” Drew caught his eye and walked around with him toward the side of the pool where the girls were sitting.
“Doesn’t the water look refreshing? How about a DIP” Drew shouted the last word as he and Mark pounced on their wives. They scooped up Paige and Jessica off their chairs and held them in their arms as they jumped into the water. The women screamed with surprise but didn’t have time to resist. They plunged into the pool, sneakers and all.
“You bastards!” Paige shouted as she came up spluttering. “These Chucks were brand new!” she was frazzled, but not actually angry. Her skirt wrap drifted around her in the water. She splashed water at Mark, who laughed.
“Oh no, your shoes!” Danielle exclaimed from her chair.
“Ooooh they’re soaking up water slowly!” Jessica said gleefully. She floated on her back and lifted her Keds-clad feet out of the water. Liquid poured out of them. “It feels kinda nice, actually.” She admitted.
“Oh I can feel the canvas getting heavy” Paige said giggling. She also kicked a foot up and let the water come rushing out of the white hightop platform Converse. It poured out of the eyelets in the sides and the white canvas glistened in the sun.
“They aren’t ruined are they?” Danielle had rushed over to the edge of the pool to check on them.
“Oh god no, this water is clean.” Jessica reassured her as she grabbed a noodle and laid back on it. “They’ll be fine.” She said. Danielle didn’t catch the wink aimed in John’s direction. He took the hint. With one swift push he sent Danielle and her new Vans straight into the deep end of the pool with a squeal.
“God dammit how did I not see that coming!” Danielle squealed after she resurfaced and spat out a mouthful of pool water. “Ooooh no I feel it soaking in!” Her face scrunched up as her new Vans absorbed the pool water into the canvas and foam padding.
With a running start, John cannonballed into the middle of them, splashing everyone again. By this point everyone was laughing and having a good time. They spent the rest of the afternoon floating around the pool. None of the girls took their sneakers off, and occasionally talked about how funny it felt to have soaking wet sneakers on underwater.
Around 6pm Drew announced he was going to fire up the grill, and they all hauled themselves out of the pool. John noticed that as Paige climbed out, the skin on her ass was covered in bright red marks that were very obviously from the sole of a Converse sneaker. Mark quickly helped adjust her skirt wrap to cover it before anyone else saw. The girls all giggled as they sat and let the pool water seep out of their sopping sneakers. They stomped around the pool deck leaving wet sneaker prints, and water squished out of their insoles with each step.
They spent dinner sitting around eating burgers from the grill while water dripped from the ladies’ shoes. It was a great, laid back time for everyone, but John still felt the weight of Drew’s text from earlier weighing on him. When they were finished, Mark announced that he had a late conference call with an overseas client and had to get home. The girls poured themselves another glass of wine, so John helped Drew collect the dishes and followed him inside. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen when they first walked in. John made sure the door was closed behind them.
“How long have you known?” he asked quietly, barely looking at Drew.
“Oh about your view into our closet? Since the day we moved you in, dude” Drew said with a laugh. “I put a bunch of boxes in your office and looked out the window. And as soon as we hung out the second time you couldn’t take your eyes off Jess’s sneakers. I put 2 and 2 together. Also there was so much cum in those gray Chucks you borrowed.”
“I’m so sorry, man, I swear it was an accident.” John said, horribly embarrassed.
“Shit, man, don’t be!” Drew said, giving him a pat on the back. “You saw the shit we got up to today. We aren’t shy or embarrassed about it. I’ve been trying to help you out, dude! Nothing to worry about.”
“So you and Jess and Mark and Paige?” John asked.
“We play around a little, for sure. Mark is a hardcore dom, and Paige is a huge sub. I’m not usually into the degrading stuff but that shit just makes her gush. Mark gets off on sharing her around.” Drew said casually. John was surprised he was so matter-of-fact about it.
“And Jessica?” John asked, curious. Drew let out a laugh.
“Jess is a certified freak.” Drew said. “A total sneaker slut in every regard. God I love her so much.”
“Jesus, dude, what a life.” John said with a chuckle. “Sounds like you’re living the dream!”
“Oh for sure,” Drew replied as he loaded dishes into the dishwasher. “I’m just glad we don’t have to pretend around you anymore.”
“Well, not around me, no.” John added. “But Danielle might get a little freaked. She’s really close with those two.” Drew nodded with understanding.
“Well I’m certainly not going to say anything to mess up your relationship” Drew reassured him. “So if you want to keep the sneaker stuff between us that’s no problem.”
“Thanks man.” John said. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted, and now the kinky possibilities were beginning to dawn on him.
“Hey, by the way, are you the one who has been liking all of our video clips lately?” Drew asked, curious.
“Oh shit how did you know?” John replied, surprised.
“Well we get pretty consistent traffic but in the last few weeks we got a new account favoriting all of our videos.” Drew said. “Also I figured it was you after we posted the video with Danielle’s Vans and we saw your reaction. You like that one?”
“Shit! Yes oh my god.” John said in a loud whisper. “It was so hot. It’s basically all I can think about when I see Danielle in those Vans.”
“Well in that case, I think we can help you out.” Drew said. “Let’s get back outside. We can text about this later.”
Outside the bugs were just starting to come out and the girls were starting to wind down the conversation. Paige had already said her goodbyes and left across the yard to her own house.
“Hey babe, you should give Danielle some shoes to walk home in that aren’t all wet.” Drew called to Jessica across the pool.
“Oh you really don’t have to,” Danielle reassured, “It’s only like 100 feet to the door.”
“Of course!” Jessica exclaimed. “I’ve been meaning to let you borrow some forever! Give me a sec, I know just the pair.” Jessica rushed off and Danielle looked slightly embarrassed, but also excited at the same time. A moment later Jessica returned holding a familiar pair of pink lowtop Converse.
“I just think you’d look SO cute in these.” Jessica gushed. John’s eyes widened and Drew gave him a knowing smile.
“Oh no the pink is so cute.” Danielle said. “Are you sure? They look so new.”
“I have like 3 pairs of pink,” Jessica reassured. “You gotta try them on!”
Not needing any further pushing, Danielle excitedly kicked off her damp Vans and leaned down to slide her feet into the pink Chucks. John felt his cock begin to throb at the sight of his wife’s feet sliding into the sneakers that he had watched the other two men cum inside of earlier that day.
“They fit perfect!” Danielle said, wiggling her toes for everyone to see. “Oh they’re so cute!” Her face scrunched a little and her eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “Huh, guess my feet were still wet because these feel a little damp now.” she added. John gulped.
“Oh I get mine damp and sweaty all the time working outside,” Jessica quickly assured her. “Just leave them open overnight and don’t put them in the dryer. They’ll be good as new in the morning! This week we’ll look at some other styles you might like too. I think you’d look great in some Adidas” She gave Drew a mischievous look, who passed that look on to John.
John and Danielle walked home across the yard hand in hand, Danielle’s wet Vans swinging from her off hand, both of them looking down at the new pink sneakers.
“We have the most wonderful neighbors.” Danielle said dreamily, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder.
“We sure do.” John replied, envisioning all of the fun possibilities ahead.

What a story! Bravo!

I'm so glad you reposted these. Hopefully many more chapters to come!

Thanks! I'm pacing myself on posting them here so that I don't overwhelm everybody, but I just finished writing chapter 8 last week. I think this whole story is gonna be an even 10 chapters when it's done.