The Shock To Make You Hard

Fumbling through the cobwebs of a confused morning,
he discovers Annalise curled up inches away
on the adjacent sofa,  
a soft murmur escapes her lips
alerting him to her presence.
 
Her plump body, curled up;
her pants on the hardwood floor,
squeezed into a beige tank top,
almost sheer,
blessing him with an ample vision
of her rounded shape.
 
Her black panties,
not so generous
to gift him with a voyeuristic peek
of her divide.
 
He can feel his cock stir
in the novelty boxers,
but he is more concerned
about locating his spouse.
 
After hydrating himself to conquer the cottonmouth,
he travels up to their bedroom
and finds his wife snuggled up to the back of Nelson,
alarmed to see her hand wrapped around his naked prick.
 
An instant jealously collides with a wave of arousal.
 
Did she let him fuck her? he wonders.
Did she put it in her mouth?
Maybe just a hand job, he reasons.
 
His cheeks feel hot, and he is overwhelmed
to feel himself harden despite the initial shock.
 
They are not an attractive couple,
but aesthetics have no role in the fabrication
of the dizzying surge of lust
crying out to cum.
 
He scrambles downstairs,
unaware of his intention,
to gently wake Annalise,
"I need you upstairs." he pleads.
 
She is up and moving,
her shapely ass,
unintentionally fuelling his aching need
with each step.
 
Her discovery and subsequent reaction,
"We can play that game."
 
She turns to him and reaches into his boxers,
pulling him to the bed.
 
Any such perceived misery,  
being handled by her willing mouth.