Playing with his cock under the table

They were halfway through dinner when Rachel started to test John's boundaries. It started by playing footsie under the table. She casually stretched her legs out, inching her foot towards John's until one of her toes was sliding up his pants leg. Beside him, Penny sat drinking the red wine Rachel had brought, entirely unaware.

John didn't make a move away, he was either too nervous or too intoxicated by Rachel.

"This is delicious," Penny exclaimed. "Thank you so much for bringing it over."

Rachel nodded, taking a sip of her own glass nonchalantly as her foot traveled further up John's leg.

"Can I have some?" Eve asked petulantly.

"Absolutely not," Penny replied. "John, tell her."

"Ah," John cleared his throat. Rachel seized this opportunity to lift her foot up even higher, gently stroking his crotch with her toe. "Eve, you're not allowed to—AH!"

Rachel smirked a little bit at the way John's face went red, the bulge beneath his jeans twitching slightly at her touch.

"John, honey?" Penny put her hand on her husband's. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Rachel added dumbly. "What's the matter?"

John's eyes narrowed on Rachel as he composed himself, and Rachel just smiled sweetly back. Her feet had retreated to John's ankles, casually rubbing herself against him, teasing him just so. She didn't want Penny getting suspicious this soon.

"Nothing, I just..." John swallowed. "Had a bit of heartburn."

"Awww," Penny said sweetly. "Let me get you some Pepcid."

"Whatever," Eve said, pushing her chair out from the table. "I'm going to my room."

"Eve, wait!" John said, as if not wanting to be left alone with Rachel.

Penny just sighed. "Oh, let her go, John. She won't be a teenager forever."

With that, Penny left to fetch John some medicine, and Rachel was left alone with him once again.

She wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, leaning forward so far that her breasts threatened to fall out of her skimpy red dress. "You've been eyeing me all night, haven't you?"

"N-no," John said, unconvincingly.

"You want to fuck me," Rachel rolled her tongue seductively over the words, "don't you?"

"No," said John, more firmly this time. "I love my wife."

"Oh, yeah?" Rachel leaned back, sending her feet back to John's crotch, sliding over the obvious tent in his jeans. "Are you rocking a hard-on for your wife right now?"

John looked as if he was about to bolt when his wife made her sudden reappearance, caring a bottle of pills. "Here, John, try one of these!"

Instead of bolting, John scooted further into the table, hiding his lap from prying eyes. He took the bottle of pills as if in a haze. "Uh, thanks."

Rachel was not to be deterred. John's cock was practically bursting at the seams of his pants, and the movements of Rachel's feet sliding over it were not helping matters. Rachel could tell John was seconds from letting a moan escape, and she briefly wondered what excuse he would think up to cover for that.

"That dinner was delicious, Penny." Rachel shot Penny a brilliant smile, loving how the housewife had no idea her husband was practically receiving a foot job not inches away.

"Oh gosh, thank you! I have the recipe right here actually, it starts with preheating the oven to 425..." Penny's high voice faded to the background as Rachel focused on her movements under the table.

Fortunately, Rachel was well practiced with her feet, and before John could move away or protest, she had his pants zipper by the grip of her toes, and was slowly tugging it down his crotch. Half a minute later, his cock was free of his boxers, springing free to meet the fresh air.

Rachel's smile grew wider as her feet slid up and down John's already slathered cock. He'd been leaking pre-cum since she walked in that night, Rachel surmised, which meant he was likely only a little bit of friction away from cumming all over the underside of the dining room table.

Penny droned on with her recipe as John grunted, straining not to reveal his predicament. But he didn't push Rachel's feet away. No, his cock was throbbing, **** for a hole to fuck as Rachel's toes curled around his shaft, pumping and pumping.

"That sounds so good," Rachel finally said. "John, your wife is amazing. You must love her very much."

John gaped a little, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was stuck, he couldn't move without revealing his infidelity. But at the same time, the delicious pressure on his cock was making it hard for him to form words. "I-I do," he stammered finally. "I love her so much."

The words seemed to make his cock throb harder. Rachel felt it between her feet, the way he jerked and spasmed, on the very edge of orgasm, brought there by the perverse action of professing his love for his wife while another woman jerked him off, with her feet of all body parts.

"That is soooo sweet," Rachel said.

"Ooh," Penny said, "let me prepare dessert!" She scampered off to the kitchen, unknowingly leaving her helpless husband to the wolves. Well, one wolf in particular.

Rachel leaned in again, wiggling her toes, feeling how slick they were with pre-cum. "Aren't you about ready to pop, Mr. McCormick?"

That did it. John leapt up from the table, his strings of pre-cum stretching from Rachel's toes to his cock. He looked towards the kitchen cautiously as he stuffed his cock back in his pants, though it barely fit with how bad it was bulging. Rachel smirked as she watched him put himself back together. She hadn't expected his undoing to be this easy, really. She'd picked a weak man to start off her neighborhood conquest. Pity, really.

"I-I have to go." John turned, exercising the most willpower Rachel had seen from him thus far to walk into the hallway and shut the bathroom door behind him.

Rachel waited for the click of a lock that never came. Well, that was certainly an invitation. On the other hand, Penny was all on her own in the kitchen now. Rachel was curious about the woman. Mostly about what she looked like naked, but also what it would take to start corrupting her as well.

Decisions, decisions...