Vicki's smile faded as her interest piqued.  Rather than give begrudging pecks to her toes like one might kiss an old aunt, Fredrick adored her feet, his eyes rolling up in reverent ecstasy.  No doubt he liked what he could see from below: her nude-colored garter belt and white panties ringing her thighs cloaked under her dress.<br/><br/>Vicki tried to laugh, tried to think of some playful, ridiculing remark to let her husband and her friend in on their gag, but Vicki soon realized there was no joke.  Fred was worshiping her feet with all the intensity he had given her lips, treasuring every part of her with equal desire and rapture.  His soft lips kneaded upon her sensitive toes, sending ticklish, resonant tremors through her body.  She had never been kissed like that there before, and the neglected, delicate skin reverberated responsively in a way she had never imagined.  Knowing that he had begun the passionate act on such a lowly part of her body and at her insistence in front of everyone made her lips part and eyes dilate in unmistakable arousal.<br/><br/>After a few infinite moments of this, Vicki turned her attention back to her husband.  "Has... Has it been long enough, you think?"