The homewrecking bully has a nice ring to it.

"Too bad you're married," you say, sitting back down with the drinks and sliding one over to her. "Remember all the good times we had?"

"Yeah, too bad," she agrees, "And the times we had were just okay."

"You are such a bitch!" you say, as she begins to crack up with laughter. Then again, it was a little presumptuous of you to assume that the two of you would just hook up again after all this time.

You take a gulp of your fresh beer but almost **** on it, your body jolting as you feel something press up against your crotch. You look down to see Gemma's bare foot between your legs, her shoe kicked off on the floor underneath the table. You moan as she begins to stroke her foot up and down your rapidly swelling cock, staring you in the eyes with a smile while she takes a sip of her drink.

"You sure your husband won't have a problem with this?" you groan, unbuttoning your pants to free your almost fully erect cock beneath the table.

"We have a very open relationship," she smiles, running the ball of her foot down the underside of your shaft. "In fact, I regularly pick out really hot girls for him to fuck. Besides, we spend 80% of our lives floating in the ocean, screwing each other's brains out. A little healthy time apart is actually really beneficial for a relationship. It keeps things fresh."