That tone. Phillup had rarely, if ever, used a sharp tone like that with her. Kate’s cheeks flushed brighter than ever and she darted her eyes to Simon in a guilty way. She cleared her throat and lifted both of her hands to lay on the table. She looked back at her husband, the man she loved. The look on his face was so firm and commanding, she had seen it so rarely and virtually never towards herself. Her heart pounded and she felt the way her mouth twitched into a tiny smile before she lowered her eyes, biting her lip. Between her thighs an ache began, a need like she’d not known in a long time. This physical reaction was much more complex and was shockingly intense.<br/><br/>The feel of his foot behind her startles a small sound from Kate’s lips again but the tugging and pushing at her, get her shifted a little. In the end, Kate sat so that her hips were tilted differently, Phil’s nudges almost opening her up to him. His foot returns to her and Kate can’t stop the sound she makes. Purely wanton sounding and louder than she would have preferred. Her eyes dart around again, nervous and one of her hands slip from the table top for a second before returning. The way Phillup’s toes move over her, Kate can tell she is far wetter than she was before. Eating is going to be a challenge.<br/><br/>The men seem to have no problem enjoying their food. Kate attempts to follow suit, picking up her fork though she shifts a little, gasping now and then for the teasing between her spread legs. Her eyes come up quickly to her husband as he explains to Simon. Kate felt the ache between her thighs grow as Phillup posed the question to Simon. It was almost like intoxication, the dizzy sort of excitement she felt at having handed herself over to these two men. Kate realized there really may have been something missing from her marriage and wondered if she would continue to feel as excited as she was now.