I have come here three times to share something but after a few paragraphs I deleted them and closed the browser. I come here to share something that I have recently found out about my husband and honestly I have so many emotions I don't know what to think?

My husband has always had a fetish for high heels and boots. He will never admit it but it's like a neon sign on his face whenever I put on a pair of high heels or my dress boots when we go out. The higher the heels the more his eyes are looking at me. Every morning before we leave for work, my husband always checks the heels I'm wearing for the day.

Our sex life is good, my husband has a lot to offer any woman in bed. Sometimes he buys me sexy lingerie and of course a nice pair of high heels to wear with the lingerie. Honestly I don't always want to wear them to bed. The boots are hot, the heels come off, my husband stops in the middle of sex to put the heels back on my feet. It wasn't until recently I found out how intense my husband's fetish for high heels and boots was.

My husband took a few days off from work to do some things around the house. I had told my husband I would do the same to help him, he said he would rather handle it himself. I was very busy at the office anyway and really couldn't miss any time from work with a upcoming meeting.

On the third day we caught up at work and the meeting went great, I decided to leave early and surprise my husband with a pizza from his favorite pizza place. I arrived at the house coming in the back door since it was unlocked. I put the pizza on the kitchen counter and was about to call my husband, but for some reason I just went to find him.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and I heard a sound coming from the upstairs. I didn't say anything I just removed my heels and walked up the stairs. My husband was going to paint the bedrooms, I could smell the paint. I walked down the hall and into our master bedroom, the light was on in the master bathroom.

I was about to say hello as I walked around the bed and I looked into the large bath. I froze as I looked into the bathroom. My husband stood facing the long double sink counter top and my mouth dropped open.

He was standing there looking down at four pairs of my highest heels he had placed before him now. He was wearing a pair of black thigh high boots with stockings and a pair of black lace panties. His cock, glistened with baby oil. I could see the bottle on end of the counter now.

His head was tilted back slightly, he was stroking his large cock slowly. Every so often he would reach down and pick up one of my heels and insert his cock inside the pump. He groaned with pleasure as he fucked my pumps.

He took turns fucking them, a black one first, then my white dress pumps. He had the pair of pink pumps that he bought for me, I would never wear them in public. He shoved his cock into the pink heels and moaned so loud I almost jumped where I stood.

He fucked them hard and fast, pushing his cock as far as it would go into. He almost lost his balance in his high heel boots. He put the pink pump back on the counter, his big cock was dripping with precum.

He stroked his cock again, his head lulled back for a moment. The sound he made, I knew it so well, he was about to cum. He opened his eyes and looked at all my heels lined up before him and ejaculated. His voice filled the bathroom, his big cock bobbed upwards and a solid strand of cum jetted out of his cock.

I put my hand to my mouth as the first stream of cum never touched my heels, it splattered all over the mirror in front of my husband. He grabbed his cock and aimed it downward, stroking feverishly another stream of cum landed on my pumps, he milked his cock all over my pumps.

I stood there glued to the spot and watched my husband milk his cock to the last drop, even squeezing the last few drops to the pointed toes of my shoes. He was breathing as hard, his spent cock still was rather hard.

Suddenly he turned, but lucky for me he turned to the right, reaching for a towel. I almost ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My heart was racing by the time I reached the kitchen. I looked at the pizza I had brought home, I wasn't sure now if I could eat or not.

I sat at the counter until I heard the shower, I went back upstairs and into the bedroom. I walked to the closet, my high heels were there but not as I had left them. I had so many pairs, my husband figured I wouldn't notice.

I closed the closet door and knocked on the bathroom door, letting my husband know I was home and I had pizza for dinner. I thought about walking into the bathroom but I was afraid of what I may find. Where did he hide the boots I saw him wearing, I would snoop around a few days later until I found them hidden in another closet in a spare bedroom with a pair of black stockings and those black lace panties.

So now I lay in bed with my husband at night trying to process what I witnessed. I never knew that someone's fetish was that strong they would do something like I saw. I was shocked, curious, appalled, somewhat excited. I never saw my husband cum like that until that day with my high heels. I had never seen my husband masturbate, I admit to see his big cock oiled that way was a bit erotic. To see that solid stream of cum was very exciting to watch.

So now I have to be honest with everyone that reads this. I will never understand what I saw and sometimes I think about wanting to see my husband again satisfying his fetish........