The out-of-this-world fuck we’d just shared in the club, bent over that table, had my legs trembling still. Anticipating another round quickened my ...ace. Tipsy and excited, I thought maybe we could push the boundaries a little further and let my husband and Chase enjoy each other this time. I didn’t say that out loud, afraid to scare him off, but I knew my husband would be all on board. In the past, he has indulged in play with other men, all with my knowledge. Hopefully, Chase would be open to. "Do you want to take a shower before we go?" I asked. "No," he said. "Thanks. I showered while you were still asleep." "Well why don't you make yourself at home, while I get ready for work?" He nodded again and went through to the living room with his coffee. He sat down on the sofa and I went to get dressed. I decided on a pink silk blouse and a short black knitted lamb's wool skirt; sheer black stockings and black suede ankle boots with a three inch wedge heel. I wore dark red lipstick and. ."As I said this to her I began to press my sex against her foot. She struggled to get away but in the drooping hammock, and armless, she had little ability to maneuver, and so there was little she could do to prevent me from pulling my skirt over her leg and then pressing her toes up against my pussy. That organ quickly dampened as I rubbed it over the big toe, which slid inside my folds readily. She resigned herself to this act, and began to frig my cunny with her foot, the big toe going. Can I get you something?" Uh, no thanks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were.