Her Secret Cam

The discomfort of feeling uncomfortable
Turned her into a spy for her own cause
The constant image of him with another
Inflicting wounds of pleasure
With his fingertips
And the sipping of her lips
With soft touches
And pink blushes
She could feel chills down her spine
Although not the one to which he was being kind

The image played on a loop
Only a fraction she could scoop
As he kissed another woman deep and passionately
Her rage grew into a mountain of crazy
As he willingly plants kisses on her moist lips

She watched as he rubs her hidden places
In the darkness of her room
Unconcerned for who treats him special
He was enjoying another woman’s sweetness
While she suffers from lack of satisfaction
Begging each night in her mind for his touch
Touching him softly hoping he would stay close
Now she watches him making her orgasm the fourth time

She saw his fingers go into places
Places that make her places want to go places
His fingers fit into other places
And the faces were of pleasureful aces
Sliding freely in and out of slippery places
While the wife is left to be as tight as new braces

She cried as his tongue explores her clitoris
In small gentle circles
She had begged him to try this but he wasn’t interested
Now she thinks she is not worthy of such pleasure
Which he gives to another while she watches off-site
Her flaming magic button throbs all night
As he takes his time to search for another orgasm
And another she got as he savors the taste
Of her juices another time with a grinning face

He got lost in her presence
Deep into her reverence
A sign he wants her more than his wife
She wants him more than any other man
Even after seeing his exploits first hand