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He looked deep within her eyes

Told her he loved her

She was not surprised

She felt an overwhelming need 

To moan so urgently 

And he smiled at her lust filled face

Felt her grip and her embrace

Sensed the pleasure 

as it flowed through her.

Could see the impending climax

About to rip through her being

He was enthralled by what he was seeing

His wife, his love, at the peak of lust

But it was not him who was making love

He was just the voyeur 

Witnessing the sex game

Enjoying the moment

She cried out in pleasure not pain

As she peaked harder once again

Because she also got turned on by this game

And only felt his kindness 

To let her participate

Without the need to feel any shame.