Laying in bed in the early hours I fondled my hard cock as I devised scenarios where I could explore his skinny body and be more intimate than my cock...worshipping secret life might suggest I desired. Next morning I was elated to see a message waiting for me. It was’t the usual instruction from Nick, it was from Harry. He wanted to be friends and a little green dot told me he was online now. I accepted and messaged him straight away then waited hoping for a chance to chat with him.“Morning” He. I timed it so by the time my husband came home, we'd certainly already be doing it. It would be the surprise of his lifetime. I felt a sinister and horny pleasure at that thought.The guy came over and we talked a little in the kitchen. I decided to be transparent about the whole thing and told him about the whole cuckolding-situation. The guy wanted to see a picture of my husband and when I showed him, shrugged and started kissing me. He grabbed my dick through my pants after a few seconds and. . It was, in my opinion, the perfect feet in my opinion, absolutely clean, pure milky white with nail polished cherry red.. I felt I could spend rest of my life on her feet..Sunita’s husband asked me to drop off my jeans and go topless. I looked at Sunita with amazement, she winked her eye, I got my signal and was now sitting on her feet with just my underwear on which was partly wet by now showing my huge bulge.. My excitement brought a smile on both of their faces. Sunita and her husband. While I was putting my luggage up, I looked around at everyone, especially at the woman who I would be sitting beside for the next 12 hours or more. We were in the last seats in the row, with a pile of overstuffed bags and a wheelchair in the space behind us. There was an extremely elderly couple in front of us, and a heavyset man snoring loudly in the seat across the aisle. My seatmate, in contrast, appeared to be an attractive young professional woman, I guessed in her mid-20s. She was.