Her eyes locked on his for a number of seconds with a deep stare under heavy eyelids, all the time her belly danced only a hand reach away. Her thin p...tite hips swing in rotation. Soon after the video stopped running and the music cut off, felicity was back in the room. Reality seemed to take hold and bring her round again, a little embarrassment overcame her as she realised she had flirted to get the man close to her, he was never the kind to fall into her fantasies or dream guys, but she. They stink of sex, Pete. They stink of Will’s cum and my juices and…”“Oh, my Goddd… Aaahhhhh!”There was a loud sigh of relief over the phone which went on for several seconds and was followed by complete silence from my husband.“Have you just cum Pete? Have you been masturbating as I told you all this?” I asked accusingly.“That was amazing,” was all the reply I received – that and some heavy breathing.“So it seems,” I replied.A feeling of relief washed over me too. If Pete could actually. My clothes, arms and legs are partly covered with wet sand. It feels wrong.We have shared so many moments together during our marriage, but this one is by far the strangest. Guilt and shame strike my mind. I can read from her face similar feelings. She was living a hot dream until I woke her up.Suddenly, her face expression changes. She closes her eyes and bits her lower lip. I know the reason, though I can't see it.He bends her over again and starts pushing with his cock. I can't see much. My legs were getting weak from the pussy pounding I was experiencing but that didn’t stop me from leaning back and taking that cock for an incredibly hot and hard ride. He slid out of me with a big schlop of pussy cum and rubbed his cock across my pussy lips, gliding back and forth across my already pounding clit sending shivers of electric pleasure all through my body. His cock was huge and felt so good in and on my pussy, and his hands felt great massaging my breasts while we fucked in rhythm.