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One Saturday morning I was sitting at the breakfast table alone. My husband had to work. I was feeling a little aroused. I had slept in and when I got up I put a pair of 5 inch heels on for no reason other than they felt good. These were white patent and were one of my favorite pairs. I had been fondling my boobs and remembering the night before. It was great but I was getting more worked up all the time. I decided I better find some other way to spend the day. I decided to go shopping the second hand stores for shoes. I prefer this to shopping for new shoes because sometimes you get a sales person who is another fetishist and they like to fondle your feet. I like this but I don't like getting my underwear all wet and not being able to change. I got to the first store and was browsing the rack. I found a pair of Mary Jane's with 2 inch heels and 1/4 inch platforms and they fit perfectly. That was all there was in that store. I like Mary Jane styles in all heel heights and have several pairs with 2 and 3 inch heels. I went to another store and hit the jackpot. They were just putting out a whole bunch of shoes on the rack and they were all my size. They were all what I call, theatrical (fetish) type shoes. Nothing with heels lower than 5 inches. Sandals, pumps, T-straps, pointed toe, round toe, black patent, navy blue calf and just about everything else. I went and got a shopping cart and proceeded to try a few pairs on. They all fit the same. Just a bit tight but they were all quite new with very little wear. I bought everything that looked like it might turn me on (some already had) and headed home. I spent the rest of the day just trying on different shoes and wearing them around the house. There was one pair of black patent 5 1/2 inch heel pumps with extra long needle toes that just drove me into a frenzy. They had a small strap that went around the ankle that had a small padlock on it. The lock was closed and there was no key but my husband fixed that later. The shoes had belled, or Louis style heels and had been sold by Frederick's of Hollywood originally. They were so comfortable I just didn't want to take them off, so I didn't. Since my husband wasn't home to help me, I finally had to lay on the bed and juice my underwear. There would still be plenty when he got home. He usually knows when I've been shoe shopping. I'm so worked up when he comes in the door he hardly has time to get his coat off before I'm all over him. Here's a little thing that happened to us over the weekend. My husband and I went to a 50' 60's party at a big city near here. The band was VERY good on the old stuff. My husband and I actually wore 40's clothes and we won the contest for costumes. We didn't tell anybody! For shoes, I wore a pair of ROUND toe saddles. Now if you are not into saddles, these are from the 40's. In the 50's and later, they made the toes more pointed. (Not real pointed like today) Well anyway, when we were eating our desert, a man across the aisle (who I had noticed watching my shoes with more than a casual interest) came over, introduced himself and proceeded to give us a line that we had both heard under similar circumstances before. He had noticed my shoes and was wondering where I had gotten them. I did what I always do when this happens. I said, I was a shoe fetishist and had been ever since I was 12 years old and I bought them new in 1947. At this, he looked at my husband and asked if he could sit down and talk a bit about this. We ALWAYS get a kick from this and naturally my husband said yes and we would buy him a drink if he wanted. He said yes but the drinks would be on him. Fine. (It's always this way) He told us his wife went along with his shoe fetishism but was only into it to please him. I said, well, that's better than a poke in the face with a sharp stick. He said he liked all kinds of women's shoes and had a fairly large selection in his closet. He wore them whenever he could, mostly in the bedroom and sometimes around the house before bedtime. He asked if I noticed his shoes? I said, no. He stuck one out from under the table. I recognized it immediately as a "Soft Spot". He asked if I knew what it was. I said yes, that I had 3 pairs of them. They are an EXTREMELY comfortable casual shoe. He said he wore them all the time except when he went hiking or something. He said he got a big thrill from wearing women's shoes all the time, and nobody seemed to know. I said, probably, only a shoe fetishist or a factory rep. would know. All this time, I had noticed he was squirming slightly (ever so slightly) in his chair. It had not gone unnoticed by my husband also. He admitted that the shoes that turned him on the most were,(get this) used, FLAT HEEL, black patent, skimmers with round toes. Preferably, smelly. What a great evening it was!!!