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TIFU by finding out my bf has a foot fetish

I am at a loss for words guys. Me and my bf are very open with each other with all things. We are into some things that aren’t vanilla at all so it’s not like I’m shaming. So the other week my bf and me were goofing off and as a joke I touched his “thing” with my feet. I was giggling expecting him to push them off or say ew or something. But when I looked at him his face was bright red. I moved and asked what was wrong he said nothing and covered himself with a blanket. I was concerned but didn’t say anything. The next day I was looking something up on the computer and I was already suspicious of him so I was checking the search history. I actually didn’t find anything but I decided to check his phone. I had it while he was in the shower and in his private browser he had 4 TABS OF FOOT PORN/FETISH SITES OPEN. He was also subscribed to someone’s only fans who only posted feet pics. Its been a few days and i have no idea what to say to him. I now notice how much he looks at my feet. I’ve started wearing socks more because it makes me uncomfortable. What the hell do I do. TLDR- I put my feet in my bfs ring as a joke. He got red and acted suspiciously and didn’t tell me to move. I checked his private browser and found for porn among other things. I haven’t talked to him. What do I do?

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