On a dark and stormy evening,
our guest us both receiving,
for a night of heavy breathing,
behind our chamber door.

His form, tall and solid,
his face with tension florid,
his cock yet still flaccid,
he came tapping at our door.

He entered without trepidation,
with intent of insemination,
with hopes of observation,
by me sitting on the floor.

With wine she did ply him,
as she sat so close beside him,
taking kisses boldly from him,
as she acted so the whore.

His cloths she did him out of,
her own shed as smooth as a dove,
their bodies clenched in love,
their raptures soon began.

She grasped him firm and forceful,
her hand much more than full,
her eyes saw his cock full,
and thought "Oh, what a man!"

Her robe so quick divested,
she stood pale, bare chested,
he watching unmolested,
her sink upon the floor.

His cock she did then kiss,
as shy as any young miss,
me watching each move of this,
from my seat upon the floor.

On his erect cock she did sup,
as his ass with slim hands she did cup,
his cock in her mouth he did fuck
her face with firm quick stroke.

His hips began to buck,
the result of her firm suck,
and soon he did move to fuck,
her there on the chamber floor.

Her thighs she swiftly did part,
his cock put in with swift art,
feeling as though piercing her heart,
he screwed my lovely whore.

She cried out in her pain,
taking him inside for her own gain,
His cock splitting her in twain,
as he pinned her on that floor.

He breathed so deep and quick,
as he filled her with his dick,
she impaled upon his prick,
now crying out for more.

He rammed her and he rode her,
as his long form had bestrode her,
her firm thighs she did spread her,
fucking on that floor.

An end to things there must be,
as he spurted deep within the
silken confines of her pussy,
her cunt filled as seldom before.

And then I came slinking,
to her cooze both wet and reeking,
to their seed as it came leaking,
from her tender Venus door.

There I did lap and dine,
 and lost myself for a time,
in her taste and scent sublime,
as I cleaned my luscious whore.

So the moral of the story,
when your wife is feelin' whorey,
and you can't bring her that glory,
let her cuck you just once more.