Foot fetish with my wife's friend

I'd like to share a recent story that happened to me last week. My wife and I invited her best friend, Lena, over to our house for the evening. The reason was simple – to hang out, have a drink, and chat about life. Lena had recently broken up with her boyfriend, and my wife decided to cheer her up. To be honest, I've always secretly glanced at Lena – she's tall, slender, with long legs and well-groomed feet, which she loves to show off in open-toed shoes. I've had a foot fetish since childhood: I adore beautiful women's feet, pedicures, and massages – that's what turns me on the most. We sat in the living room and opened a bottle of wine, then a second. Conversation flowed easily, jokes, reminiscing. My wife, Masha, got drunk faster than everyone else—she's a lightweight when it comes to that sort of thing. Lena held out longer, but she, too, was flushed and giggling at my every word. At one point, Masha said she'd go lie down on the couch in the bedroom because she was feeling dizzy. Lena and I were left alone, finishing our wine and moving on to more personal topics. She complained about her ex, and I, tipsy, confessed that I have a "little weakness"—I love women's feet. Lena was surprised, but she didn't flinch. On the contrary, she took off her shoes and stretched her legs out on the coffee table: "Well, look at mine, how are they? I got a pedicure yesterday." Her feet were perfect: smooth, with bright red nail polish, high arches, and soft skin. I couldn't resist; I took one foot in my hands and began massaging it—first the toes, then the heel, moving up to the ankle. Lena closed her eyes, leaned back, and sighed softly, "Oh, how nice... Keep going." The alcohol bukvoeb.run had done its job, and I grew bolder—I kissed her toes, then licked the sole. She giggled, "Are you seriously a foot fetishist? Cool, I've never tried anything like that." My dick was already hard from this, and she spread her legs a little wider, her dress riding up, revealing her lace panties. Then Masha came out of the bedroom, sleepy but not angry, saw us and grinned: "What, is my husband up to his old tricks again? Lena, don't worry, he's a master at this." Instead of being jealous, Masha sat down next to Lena, took off her slippers, and offered me her feet: "Come on, show your friend what you can do." I was shocked, but in a good way – I began caressing both of them: kissing Masha's feet, sucking Lena's toes, massaging their feet in turn. The girls relaxed; Masha even reached under her skirt, and Lena stroked my head. "Want me to help you?" Lena whispered, and she lowered her foot to my groin, starting to rub it through my pants. I couldn't resist, unzipped my fly, and Lena took my cock between her feet—it was heaven: her warm, soft soles slid up and down, her fingers squeezing the head. Masha watched, getting excited, and began kissing Lena's neck, then her lips—they passionately kissed while I fucked Lena's feet. A couple of minutes later, I came, splattering her feet with cum. "Wow, that was hot," Masha said, licking her friend's feet. Then they both stood up, pulled me into the bedroom, and the night continued—I licked their pussies while they stroked me with their feet, and then fucked Masha, feeling Lena massage my balls with her toes. The next morning, everyone woke up hungover, but without regrets. Lena whispered, "Shall we do this again sometime?" And Masha winked, "Of course, my foot fetishist deserves it." From then on, our evenings with my friend became regular, and each time, feet were the center of attention.