He takes it slow

Hunter looked at her, seeing her bite her lip and quiver as his gaze locked on hers. He was aware of Jess and Lyndsey watching, his wife squirming gently beside him. With a slow movement he put his hand out and stroked Erica's foot, making her gasp, her eyelids fluttering. She started to pull her foot away, then pushed it towards him, her face full of needy invitation.

Still looking at her eyes, he rolled the ankle sock off her foot, kneading and squeezing her flesh as she stifled a moan. She barely seemed aware of the other two women, her gaze riveted on Hunter's face. He could smell the rising aroma of her arousal, and she squirmed to display more of her pussy, the nectar shining on her lips.

Hunter felt Jess gripping his arm tightly, her breathing thickening as her own excitement grew. He could hear Lyndsey squirming in her chair, both women growing aroused at the scene developing in front of them. He peeled off Erica's other sock, squeezing her cute little feet as she moaned softly, biting her lip anxiously, her eyes wide. Somehow she tore her eyes away from his, glancing quickly at Lyndsey and Jess before looking back to Hunter, the doubt in her face being overwhelmed by her **** need.

When Hunter grinned at her he felt her shudder in his hands, and she reached an unsteady hand out to put the wine glass down, almost spilling it in the process. He stroked his hand further up her leg, caressing her ankle, his fingers teasing her supple flesh. She gave a sharp gasp, then pressed her lips together, her breasts wobbling under her sweater as her breathing became ragged. In what appeared to be a last attempt at self control, she shook her head at Hunter, trying to pull her legs away from him.