With a wicked glint in her eye, the wife guides her husband's throbbing member between her smooth, pedicured feet. She leans back, enjoying the sight of him, fully under her control. Her feet work expertly, the arch of her foot rubbing against the sensitive tip, her toes curling around his length. She can feel his pulse, his heat, as he grows even harder. He lets out a groan, his hips bucking slightly, but she maintains her grip, her feet moving in a steady rhythm. She watches his face, loving the power she has over him, over his pleasure. She knows he's close, his breathing ragged, his grip on her ankles tightening. She smiles, ready to bring him to his climax with just her feet.