Spend lunch edging

Rachel’s outfit is still fresh in my mind and I can't wait to start fapping. As soon as I’m clear to take my lunch, I head for the restroom, taking a minor detour to get a quick glance at Rachel again.

I catch her walking to the break area to microwave her meal. I follow thirty feet behind her to watch her ass gyrate below the corseted waist. Her long hair sways, the curls springing up and sown gently. She has stockings on that almost match her skin tone, just a hint of the lace tops peek out from her skirt. Her short-heeled shoes are sensible.

I follow as long as I can before turning to the restroom. One other person is inside. I enter a stall, drop my pants, and wait for them to leave before fantasizing...

Rachel is on a dinner date wearing the same fantastic outfit. Her makeup was already flawless, but is now enhanced by the candlelight flickering from the center of the small table. She has an expression of loving concern. She leans forward and reaches out to clasp hands.

“I know you've had a rough week, baby. I thought a date at our favorite restaurant would help cheer you up. What are you in the mood for?” I look down at the menu. I have a hard time reading it. Rachel smiles, “Would you like me to pick something to start?” I nod.

An attractive server appears next to the table. She is tall and poised, dressed all in black. “I'll be your server tonight. What can I get for you?”

Rachel answers while keeping her eyes on me. “We want to sample some appetizers tonight. My husband would like this one,” she says pointing something out on the menu. “I’ll take this... And we will split one of these.” She bats her dark lashes at me and turns in her chair to swing her legs out from under the table. She crosses her legs, raising her foot to the server, who crouches down, loosening Rachel’s heel, then gently lifts the shoe away. Rachel wriggles her stockinged foot, then switches her legs languidly. The server removes the second shoe with care, this time caressing the calf before standing up.

“I’ll be right back with the rest of your order.”

Rachel sits straight again, picks up her wine glass, then gives me a dirty smile. I pick up my glass as well and we drink in unison. I feel her toes slide up my ankle, into my pant leg. Her nylon stocking rubs against my bare shin. Her little toes spread and flex to feel along the curve of my calf as far as she can reach. My breathing picks up when her other leg finds my inner knee and follows it to my crotch. “What do you think, honey? Can I make your week better?” She is leaned back in her chair as her feet converge on either side of the bulge in my pants, gently racking my balls. I nod emphatically. “Good. That’s why you married me, right? You love how I take care of you.” She massages my bulge, feeling with her toes to isolate my shaft, and using a series of gentle wedging motions, manages to flip it upright in my pants. We smile at each other as she runs the flat of her foot up and down on the sensitive underside of my cock.

Two servers return, the same attractive woman and a similarly dressed, muscular man.

The man stands behind Rachel and the woman stands behind me. They each gently place a hand on the back of our respective necks, after a few seconds they slowly place both hands on our shoulders, they touch us the way a masseuse starts with a few minutes of neutral contact to allow both parties acclimate to the intimate space.

The woman leans down, her mouth next to my ear. Her hair brushes my cheek and tickles my neck. She speaks in a low, smokey voice. “Your wife ordered the Dirty Whispers for you tonight. Shall we begin?” I nod. Rachel winks from across the table. My cock wants to be free very badly. “Very good. And might I add, you look very handsome tonight.” Her fingernails tease the back of my neck, sending tingles down my spine. “It looks like your wife got you hard already. I love a man with a hard cock. I can’t wait to see it... May I?” I nod, looking down. Rachel’s feet continue to trace the contours of my rigid member. The server unbuckles my belt expertly with one hand. “Oh, I fucking I love cock. Do you think if I do a good job your wife will let me taste it?” I groan. “God, you are both so sexy. Just look at her.”

I look back across the table to see my sexy wife, the muscled man massaging her breasts through her green satin shirt. Her head is leaned back against his shoulders with her eyes closed and lips parted. His big, strong hands still look small compared to her generous gifts. His strong fingers sink into her soft flesh enough to pull wrinkles across the already tight satin. A light moan escapes her with each exhale. “Look how much she enjoys that. Your wife must have sensitive tits.” The woman unzips my fly and pulls my rod out. She stares at it, then at me. “Ooo... the sight of your gorgeous cock is making my mouth water. It is so fucking big. I would gag if I tried to take it all." She leans in so close I can feel her cheek against mine. "I’d love it if you gagged me.”

Rachel’s feet are only squirming absently around my groin, so the horny server grabs the feet with both of her hands and helps guide them up and down the length of my naked pole. She becomes intensely focused on her task of keeping a steady rhythm, only occasionally remembering to look at me to be sure I am enjoying it. She drops a hand between her own legs and rubs the gusset of her pants. "Am I doing good enough to get a reward?" She opens her mouth to show me her throat. Her tongue undulates to show me how much saliva she has ready for me. “I’m such a horny cocksucker. I can’t help it.”