She nearly got orgasm then. It was such a sexy foreplay that I gave her. I massaged her pussy for about next 5 minutes and started to crawl up my hand...like a snake from inside her Tshirt. She was like- aahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, Wooo hooo, faster faster.I began massaging her small tits as her lovely nipples were erect and hard. That moment was Wow Wow Wow Wow Wow and more Wow to me. I just didn’t care how big or small her tits were. I had nearly covered her every inch of her body. She started. Yes, I am married and my husband does not know about it yet but he might soon if I decide to tell him. I have to tell you, I feel so happy. He did not agree to be a cuckolded, it was not is wish or desire. He did not want to watch while his wife got a good fucking by another man. I do not blame him entirely for my actions and I take my fair share of responsibility but at the same time I am not sorry or ashamed of what I have done, I enjoyed it and will be doing it again in all likelihood. It. So, during that break, she messaged me while I was at work, and asked me why I was being weird and different. I told her that I was scared to be around my uncle and stuff. She said that I did nothing wrong. That it was totally fine. It kind of gave me some confidence.Later that night, she started sexting me, from a fake FB account she created. She was a dirty talker. She sends me audio sounds of her orgasms and sends me photos of her tits. I wanked over those for a while.When I tell you that. I lifted my hand out and moved the gusset of my panties to one side, giving him a free view of my slippery pink cunt. He reached for his hardening cock and began to rub the foreskin as I slipped two fingers into my pussy. I moaned from my self pleasure, which was increased by my witnessing Phil’s masturbation. His eyes were beautiful as he gazed into mine, wanking himself mechanically. I was equally pleasuring myself dreamily as if we were somewhere else, unconcerned by our location. All I.