I took the liberty of looking you up on twitter {i.e. X} and after a rather quick perusal it is obvious you love both feet and your wife Riece.  That's really nice to see in a world full of divorce and hatred.  Good for you and Riece.

Your story is nice to read, though it does lack in details.  Perhaps you could include more intricate details in any future chapters.  As an example, you obviously have a foot fetish, as do I, and have experienced the extacy of your wife Riece's feet up close and personal.  Without violating the sacred intimacy of your relationship, perhaps you could incorporate some of the joys you feel at Riece's heavenly feet into your story.

As an example, the first time I smelled a woman's dirty feet {her water heater was out and she had not showered in a week.  Her feet absolutely stank.  Her feet had the most intoxicating, beautiful fragrance of rank odor; I loved every whiff.} I knew at that moment I was fully dedicated to female foot odor {not to ignore my even bigger fetish for a female's asshole bouquet}.  You get the picture.

Hopefully you continue this story, or perhaps continue writing with Riece as the primary antagonist in your stories.  What ever may be, you should consider some details brought upon by your experiences with Riece, though without betraying anything too personal between the two of you.

Nice story.