Her husband's cock is in my hands; I masturbate him upon the sand,
Sun so warm, a burn may occur, I sunscreen his dick and hear him purr,
Other women watch with narrowed eyes as I stroke his manly prize,
Her husband pledged his cock to me on the beach of Waikiki.

I honor his gift repeatedly and often stroke him publicly.
With excellent husbands such as this, I'll provide a sun-warming flick.
Her husband is a jewel of a man; it's why I masturbate him upon the sand.
Single men probably wish they were him, but they've girlfriends with shaven quim.

Her husband is simply one of a kind. The kind of man that's hard to find.
I accept his stallion to my mare; his wife completely unaware,
His true self's always shared with me; his wife receives the married He.
He's not the first 'n not the only; I collect husbands, ones who are lonely.

The special ones? Best-of-breed? My pussy willingly accepts their seed,
But the ones that are something less, my hand provides a loving caress,
And as I caress my stallion's cock, he keeps his eye on the cellphone clock.
A rapid stiffening of his muscle-bone reminds me soon he'll be going home.

I feel his passion upon his release, a flood I call a masterpiece!
He grunts, he moans, his spurt occurs! I bet she wishes it was hers.
Will the she-wife miss one carnal spurt? I lick the evidence of his flirt.
There's no malice in my thought; we should all do what we ought.

I love her, though, for marrying him, and I love to be here standing in.