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I laid another 10 minutes by myself in the lower-level of the house. Brittany had turned the TV off, so I sat in silence aside from the music Brittany was playing upstairs, waiting for today to be over. Between her smile, and the words coming out of her mouth I was suddenly very interested… and aroused.

You’re such a liar” Brittany laughed. She used her bare foot to nudge my cheek and pull at my hair, “I think you’re having a great time!”

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Brittany began winding rope every-which-way around my hands. She looped it around one wrist, cinched it off, did the same with the other wrist, then tied my hands together, then wrapped rope the other direction, between my hands. Finally, she tied it off and my hands were securely tied to each other, I couldn’t separate them an inch if I tried. I once again resigned myself to my fate and just laid on that coffee table while Brittany’s foot rested against my face. Whenever I tried to move my head to face the TV, she would loop her foot around my head so that the top of her toes brushed against my taped mouth and would yell at me, “face me, or I’ll make this worse of you!” Robin pulled-up the single-seat chair that matched the couch. She positioned it at the side of the coffee table, right in front of my face. Now be a good boy, and smell my stinky feet. No complaining!” Robin rubbed a foot up and down my face a couple of times for good measure, then just rested them both on the table, pressing them into my face.

Nah, he’s not too mad. I making him smell my feet though, I don’t think he likes it, but it’s hilarious” MMMPH!” I tried to move my head away, but her foot followed – not that my head could really move that much anyway. I had dated Brittany for about 4 years; she was a cute girl, blonde, 5’10 and kept herself in pretty good shape. At the time of this story, we were both 23. We were watching some cooking competition show in her living room and we were both complaining about how bored we were. She was wearing a tight fitting pink t-shirt that complimented her curves, and jeans that hugged her ass. She was definitely attractive. After 2-3 minutes of just staring into the soles of her feet and being tormented by their odor, I mmmphed at her.

Next was the manicure and pedicure, which we got done together. Again, it actually felt pretty nice and the woman doing it was very nice and thought this whole situation was great. Not surprisingly, my wife decided on light pink nails for me. Robin took her hand off my mouth, and I heard her moving a little. After a few seconds my curiosity got the best of me and I asked “what ar-MMMMPH!” MMMMMMPH MMMH MMMMMMNPH!” I shouted in protest, hoping Brittany would hear me upstairs. But between the excessive use of tape, and Robins foot pressing against my mouth, hardly any sound at all came from me. She just laughed and said “haha, I love you too much to make you do THAT. But you better hope we never split up! Haha” Nope. What, do you do this shit for fun or something?” I asked – legitimately curious where she learned to truss someone up so thoroughly.

I complied, and rubbed her foot while smelling the other. Finally, Brittany got to a point in her phone call: Suddenly, Brittany sits-up on her knees and turns to me all wide-eyed and asks “you wanna make a bet?!” Unfortunately, I have stumbled upon this forum and am looking for some support, if you'd be so kind. After a few minutes I was taking deeper and deeper breaths of her shoe begrudgingly. Finally, she was finished and I was worn out and breathing heavily thru the shoe, not even bothering to mmmph my disgust. Bad news is…” she said as she walked towards me, “you have to smell my shoe!” and she suddenly pressed the opening of the shoe over my nose and wrapped tape once around my head to hold it in place. Thanks to the tape hold my head secure, she really didn’t get much of a struggle from me.

I mmmphed, moved my lips and looked down towards the tape on my lips, pleading with her to take out my gag. I squirmed and tried to mmmph at her, trying to get her to let me go early, but she just continued to laugh. Oh, come on!” Brittany laughed, now rubbing her foot up and down my face, “they can’t be that bad! I just showered last night!” Then Robin’s eyes got real big and she smiled, as if she hadn’t planned this from the beginning: “HEY! Do you want to smell them?!” I gave my best attempt at moving and failed miserably. I couldn’t move my hands/arms at all, and while I could move my legs a little, they were tightly tied to my immobile hands. Most of the knots were out of my reach, and even the ones I could feel with my fingers, I would have no idea how to even start untying.

I mmmphed again. Robin lifted one foot slightly and pinched my nose with her first two toes. For a good 10-15 seconds I couldn’t breathe, and starting to panic. She finally let go and pressed her toes to my nose while I took deep breaths of air, half gagging at the stench. I moaned in a mix of pleasure and disgust as I was enjoying the sensation down below, but was disgusted by the smell of the shoe. Brittany apologized to me, “awww, I’m sorry I didn’t hear her come in, baby. I know she can be kinda mean sometimes. Hopefully you weren’t suffering for too long.” Because we’re BORED!” She exclaimed. “We could each predict who’s going to win at the end of the episode, and the winner gets whatever the stakes are, that way the episode is more interesting for us” Brittany reached over and pushed Robin’s feet off my face, and said “Go upstairs, dinner’s almost ready”UPDATE POSTED: https://www.reddit.com/r/survivinginfidelity/comments/9b06by/update_my_wife_of_nearly_3_years_has_done/