A dangerous bet

One of these days I told my wife how lucky she is to be "socially allowed" to wear high heel shoes.I've told her that if they were "available" for men, I'd wear them all the time.

She defied me to walk one hour with high heel shoes (she doesn't know that I already wear them in secret... at least I think that she doesn't!) and to make at least the same time (measured with a stopwatch...) as herself, to cross the most important street of a nearby city.

If I succeed, she will offer my a pair of high heel shoes! I've accepted the challenge and am free to choose the day and hour.

I'd love to do this with my new 5" boots, as my wife doesn't wear anything higher than 4". Here's a pic of the boots:

They are from "Morgan" and they are really higher than what they look.
It's just like walking on your tip toes! :-D
Yet the feeling is great and I'd really like to be able to "race my wife" with these one.

To be continued...