The view from the door

He came home earlier than expected one day

It was his plan, what can I say,

He kind of knew what to expect

He let himself in to see whether more or less,

What he and his wife agreed

And as he went up stairs he wasn’t surprised to see,

As he glanced in through their bedroom door

There was her friend giving her do much more,

Than he ever could and he didn’t mind

He wanted her to be happy all the time,

He saw her riding hard and fast on top of him

She was writhing and moaning,

She was using her body to its best

As he kneaded, squeezed, caressed her breasts,

And as they peaked and climaxed hard,

He then rolled her over and took her deeply and with rythm from behind,

He was certainly blowing her mind

He could see the pleasure by the obvious signs,

Her heard her begging him for more and not to stop

He could feel the heat and enjoyed watching a lot,

After a time he finished with a loud cry

Then his friend gave it one last try,

He laid her on her back and laid between her legs,

She wrapped them around him and gripped him, both were soaked in sweat,

He pounded her so very hard

Kissing and squirming there was no holds barred,

She saw her husband looking from the door

Over the friends shoulder and murmured this she adored,

Her husband smiled and she tried even more

Arching her back moaning make me climax to my very core,

Harder faster and deeper the friend went

Until all his energy and essence was spent,

They both finished hard after a session so intense

So her husband, downstairs he went,

She came down later and give him a long lingering kiss

And said she was glad he didn’t miss it,

He said he felt the same way too

The friend had left and she asked if he was ok in truth,

And he smiled and said let me show you

And back upstairs he took her, to see what now he could do,

And she smiled and said make it lewd and make it rude

And show me what you learnt from what you viewed.