My heart was racing and my pussy was on fire. "H-h-h-how?", I asked. She explained what I needed to do to have "sleepy-time sex" with her husband. "Wh... would you do this? Or let him do this? Or let me do this with him? Don't you love him?" Of course I love him. And I love you. That's why I would share him with you and you with him. I used to get what I wanted by being a bitch. Then something changed in Charles and I almost drove him away. Now I get what I want by being generous with what I can. I began to react to her probing toes, and returned the favor to her. She moaned loudly once again, and my head fell back on the arm of the couch. I was completely giving in to my impending orgasm. I felt my s****r sit herself up slightly, and her foot job became more intentional on my aching clit. She grabbed on to my bare foot, sliding it higher on herself, moaning her approval as I must have made better contact to her. There was no doubt she was awake now, and I didn’t care. My orgasm was. Disappointed, she said we will have to eat at home today and invited me to her place. She guided me to the guest room and said I could use the washroom there to freshen up. She went to her room for the same and came out in a pretty night suit.I could see the disappointment on her face that we could not go out for lunch. She was absolutely not in the mood to cook. Sensing this, I offered to order food for the two of us. To cheer her up, I also ordered some desserts. While we were waiting for. I was captivated by the whole room before I heard Emily’s voice.“You can close your mouth, it’s not that grand a place.”I hadn’t realised that my mouth was open, but she was right. “It’s beautiful, elegant and simple. I would love it here,” I remarked.“It costs, but I can afford it,” she replied.I nodded, at her rates, I knew she could.A waiter, yes, a waiter approached us with two glasses of champagne. We both took a sip before Emily motioned me to the table. Just beyond it was a vast window.