The day before I went to a masseur who gave my feet such a perfect massage that I practically had an orgasm on his stretcher. But he is my husband's friend and I couldn't carry out my will at that time. The next day I returned, disguised, wearing glasses and a wig, and as soon as I sat down on her stretcher, I made my intentions clear. He was taken aback by the beauty of my feet in that sexy clog and simply offered the dick to be stepped on. I stepped and my soles pressed his cock against the clog hard and he looked at me wanting more and more. I only stopped when his dick spat cum in my clogs. If I cheat on my husband? Of course yes! Do you think marrying a goddess is trapping her? I am free to footjob whoever I want, whenever I want. As I was leaving he said "I know who you are". And I thought "great!"