Danny and I met Mitch for dinner on Wednesday night. We went to a little Italian place near home. The restaurant has booths that are tight, so you have to squeeze your way into the seat. As a result, you sit close to those on the opposite side of the booth. I was beside Danny, who was on the outside seat. Mitch was across from us.

After we ordered, while we eating our salads and talking. I slid my shoe off and put my foot up into Mitch's crotch. I rubbed my bare foot over his pants, inciting his dick to harden. His conversation with my husband was distracted due...