"Crap" I muttered hoping they wouldn't find my clothes."Nope not in the bedroom or in the bathroom," I heard my wife say."Maybe he did come back down,... my shoe sister said.With that their voices began to fade and I was still standing there bythe door waiting for silence. I had let out a sigh of relief when Iheard nothing. I had my back against the wall and I just stood there andbreathed in and out. I also noticed how my chest rose and fell with eachbreathe. I opened the door and made my way. I closed the door behind us and sat her on the edge of the bed and stripped off. I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her but first there was something I wanted. After I'd removed my shirt and slacks, I knelt down at the side of the bed in-front of her. I reached under her and took hold of the top of her panties and tugged gently and, as Hazel raised her hips, pulled them down her legs and off over her feet. I could feel how wet they were and put the soft, wet material to my. Laying my tongue flat against her bright pink opening, I swiped upward to her clit. She gasped. A tongue twirl round and round. She hissed and humped her hips hard. Her hands flew to my head. Her squeezing thighs clamped her hands tighter on my ears. My tongue probed her slick folds, her belly muscles tensed and she began the journey to orgasm. I sucked her clit hard and swiped my tongue back and forth as fast and hard as I could. That did it. I heard a muffled screech and her tense, vibrating. I was in heaven the first day she wore a pair of open-toed sling backs as being the office foot guy this gave me the first ever peek at her neon-polished toes and soft heels. Ah, Amber’s toes, those bright orange neon painted beacons of perfection. Unlike most of the long, boney-toed behemoths that walked the halls of the bank Amber’s toes were works of art, petite and slender, with deep nail beds, just yearning to be sucked. I took every opportunity to gaze in wonder at them on those warm days.