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She came home to her living husband

Flustered and yet bubbly,

He knew what this meant and what she’d been up to

And as always he found it exciting and tantalising,

He liked her free spirit and her sense of adventure

He asked how the night went without any censor,

She explained how a friend drive her

And how they made out hard in his car,

And no matter how much she did

This friend just kept getting hard,

So she rode him grinding and writhing

Then he bent her over between two seats,

And pounded out a rhythm just like a musical beat,

Then laying back on the back seats,

He gripped her by the hips and then thrusts

Deep and slow then slow and fast,

Sensually he just could not stop

In a state half clothed she moaned loudly,

As he took her time and again,

She told her husband all the details

With love in her heart and no shame,

For her husband could not give her what she needs,

He knew this and wanted her to be happy

So he let her have her fun and pleasure,

And sat back and enjoyed her stories,

That filled his mind with fantasies.