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Twelve-o-five
One morning in the office,
Text came from my wife,
“Come home for lunch today,
At exactly twelve-o-five,”
Whilst I thought that weird,
It wasn’t the strangest part,
“Avoid the front door, she wrote,
“Come via the backyard.”
My wife an accountant,
Quiet, straight-laced,
She ran her own business,
Our home was her workplace,
That this was untoward,
Was difficult to conceive,
But why exactly twelve-o-five,
Was a mystery.
And why via the backyard?
Yet another mystery,
Did she have a client?
Should I be discrete?
No further explanation,
Provided in the text,
Somewhat out of character,
I was quite perplexed.
Hours later I arrived,
Was nearly twelve-o-five,
Eschewing the front door,
I ventured down the side,
Spied something odd,
As I approached the back,
Bedroom window curtain closed,
Except for: one small crack.
Hearing movement from within,
Giggle from my wife,
Snuck upon the window,
To steal a peek inside,
Peering through the curtains,
Was shocked, I must confide.
Graphic lewd debauchery,
Couldn’t believe my eyes.
Peeking between the curtains,
Saw my wife’s angelic face,
Her lips around swollen cock,
Fingers round the base,
Barely a stitch of clothes,
With neighbour cross the road,
Coupling together,
She sucked him while he groaned.
Most surprising though,
My reaction to the scene,
No anger, rage or jealousy,
No disgust at the obscene,
Instead somewhat perversely
A guilty pleasure perchance?
Lustful fascination,
Stirred lewdly in my pants,
Mesmerised I watched her,
Plump scarlet luscious lips,
Sliding sensually up and down,
Tip to base to tip.
Astounded by her talent,
Expert at deep throat.
Could only watch and marvel at,
Her long delicious strokes,
Front doorbell rang loudly,
Was exactly twelve-o-five,
My wife perversely thrilled,
She really came alive,
Dashed through the bedroom door,
Lovely lusty run,
“They’re right on time,” she called,
“To come and join the fun.”
Wife opened the front door,
Ushered guests inside,
Obviously distracted,
Fornication on her mind,
She forgot the front door,
Focused on other things,
Accidentally left wide open,
A stranger could waltz in!
The young man from next door,
And his buxom blonde girlfriend,
And even more surprising,
They had brought a male friend,
Three newcomers in our bedroom,
In this bewildering affair,
Wondered what would happen next,
To guess: I did not dare.
Hastily removing clothes,
In seconds wholly stripped,
Sporting three erections,
And two fabulous sets of tits,
Five waste no time at all,
One couple are engaged,
And trio intertwined in bed
Scandalously arranged.
Buxom blonde riding high,
Behold her in a trance,
Every lusty buck and moan,
Induced swelling in my pants,
Breasts bounced bewitchingly,
More than I can take,
Drilled the man cross the road,
My cock so hard it ached.
My wife upon the bed,
In sordid lusty grind,
Passionately sucking cock,
While quim drilled from behind,
Meanwhile absentmindedly,
Unconscious-like caprice,
Pants around my ankles,
Erection found release.
Abruptly, positions change,
Three men surround my wife,
Blonde strangely vanishes,
But lechery still rife,
Wife right in the middle,
Perverse centre of the whole,
The men each taking turns,
Filling every hole.
Peeping through the curtain
When suddenly a shock,
Nude buxom blonde appears,
Grabs me by the cock,
“Naughty boy”, she said,
“Now won’t you come along”,
Steers me to the bedroom,
To join the carnal throng,
Wife lays upon the bed,
Three under her command,
Slaves to her instructions,
Each stood with cock in hand,
“I found this peeping Tom,”
The buxom blonde declared,
For how my wife reacted,
I was not prepared,
While eyeing my erection,
Gesturing at my crotch.
“Wanted you to play,” she said,
“But you preferred to watch”
“I think I know,” she pondered,
“What punishment would fit”
“You will watch these fine lads,
Come upon my tits”.
My wife’s bawdy declaration,
Spurred them into motion,
Cocks stroked vigorously,
With feverish devotion,
Spurts spatter sweetly,
Wife wallows wantonly,
Nectar spent on gleeful tits,
She glistens debauchedly,
Wife gestured me to approach,
Breasts oiled with hot come,
Orders me to clean them,
Using just my tongue,
Perky nipples sucked,
She sports a smutty grin,
Loving every sticky moment,
Salacious lady sin.
Lick down one side,
Venture over to the next,
Lapped up every salty drop,
From her heaving breasts,
Abruptly I change tack,
Southward bound I head,
Lightly brush her stomach,
Converge between her legs.
I dive into her centre,
Her moist and musky home,
Flicked my tongue, made her writhe,
Breathlessly she moaned,
Although somewhat distracted,
Felt sensation, oh so sweet,
Buxom blonde sucking me,
Silky velvet treat.
Wife upon the precipice,
So hot, so slippery wet,
Groans into orgasm,
A spasm-squirt duet,
Buxom blonde edging me,
One long stroke I’m done,
Her final glorious descent,
Bless her! As I come.
Moments later, positions change,
Partners quickly swap,
Wife drilled from behind,
Her lips arouse my cock,
Meanwhile buxom blonde,
Entertains the other blokes,
Two cocks swell and grow,
To slow deliberate strokes.
Heard a noise, someone called,
“So sorry I am late”,
Tall athletic brunette approached,
Wife’s smoking hot workmate,
Luxurious lithe long legs,
Long dark silky hair,
Long slim strong arms,
A mix of grace and flair.
Brunette tossed clothes aside,
Strode boldly in the room,
She wore not a stitch, except,
Extravagant perfume,
Those long limbs grappled me,
Yin-yang style embrace,
Lips wrapped round my cock,
Quim pressed to my face,
Sixty-nine blinded me,
Locked me in its vice,
Couldn’t see a thing,
But heard my wife come twice,
Heard the buxom blonde,
Scream our neighbour’s name,
Her wailing became so loud,
The whole street knew when she came.
Inevitably our gathering,
Was heard well down the street,
So, the local busybody,
Was quickly on her feet,
A matronly woman,
Curvy and thickset,
Angry and aroused,
Her serenity upset.
Matron marched to our house,
Determined to stop the din,
Found front door left wide open,
Much to her chagrin,
Matron knocked loudly,
Received no sane reply,
Just a wild cacophony of,
Lecherous moans and cries.
Not to be dissuaded,
She stormed in our abode,
With fervent pious purpose,
The matron brashly strode,
But once she came upon us,
Something clearly snapped,
The orgy on display,
Unleashed urges long untapped.
The matron stood agape,
Turmoil seethed inside her,
A raw primal urge emerged,
And rage turned to desire,
Heat erupted in her core,
Wetness between her thighs,
Exuding wild wantonness,
Lust shone from her eyes.
Matron ripped off her skirt,
Removed blouse and tight corset,
Dragged me from the clutches of,
The smoking hot brunette,
Although considered matronly,
With wide child-bearing hips.
Was surprisingly sexy,
Bequeathed with awesome tits.
She had me on my back,
Pinned onto the floor,
She climbed on top of me,
Rode me like a whore,
Bucked like a wild thing,
Let from out a cage,
With amazing stamina,
For someone of her age.
Soon everyone else stopped,
To admire this new scene,
Clearly when it came to sex,
The matron was the queen,
Her rhythm like poetry,
To which I had succumbed,
Enormous breasts swaying,
Like magnificent pendulums.
Caught beneath her bulk,
Between her fleshly thighs,
All there was to do,
Was hold on for dear life.
Bouncing heavily on my cock,
Her skill was unsurpassed,
With wonderful precision,
She rode me hard and fast.
The matron’s rhythm slowed,
She savoured every move,
Trembled slightly every time,
Plunged into her groove,
She became sopping wet,
Slipped along with ease,
Every long delicious stroke,
Was heavenly ecstasy.
She changed her rhythm slightly,
Her angle and aspect,
Inconsequential adjustments,
Had profound effect,
Soon she was breathless,
Pure pleasure upon her face,
That point of no return,
She began to chase.
I felt small trembles,
Then they would subside,
Small tremors came and went,
Along her fleshly thighs,
I could tell she was close,
Just about to blow,
Like a huge volcano,
Ready to explode.
Although warning tremors,
Squeezed my throbbing cock,
When she finally unloaded,
It was a mighty shock,
Vast reservoir of power,
Suddenly unleashed,
Years of repressed desire,
Found grateful relief.
She spasmed suddenly,
Rolled off to the side,
Jerking back and forth,
Convulsing as she cried,
She came so violently,
Squirted such a jet,
Her essence sprayed wildly,
Until everyone was wet.
Later I asked my wife,
“Why exactly twelve-o-five?”
“I needed five minutes,” she said,
“Before our guests arrived”.
“Five to see clients out,
My lunch break is an hour,”
“Fifty minutes for play,” she laughed,
“Five minutes for a shower!”
It should be said, without a doubt,
Our favourite guest by far,
Is the matron down the road,
Our queen and guest co-star.
So now days, once a month,
To enhance our rich sex life,
We invite her and other guests,
At exactly twelve-o-five.
Text came from my wife,
“Come home for lunch today,
At exactly twelve-o-five,”
Whilst I thought that weird,
It wasn’t the strangest part,
“Avoid the front door, she wrote,
“Come via the backyard.”
My wife an accountant,
Quiet, straight-laced,
She ran her own business,
Our home was her workplace,
That this was untoward,
Was difficult to conceive,
But why exactly twelve-o-five,
Was a mystery.
And why via the backyard?
Yet another mystery,
Did she have a client?
Should I be discrete?
No further explanation,
Provided in the text,
Somewhat out of character,
I was quite perplexed.
Hours later I arrived,
Was nearly twelve-o-five,
Eschewing the front door,
I ventured down the side,
Spied something odd,
As I approached the back,
Bedroom window curtain closed,
Except for: one small crack.
Hearing movement from within,
Giggle from my wife,
Snuck upon the window,
To steal a peek inside,
Peering through the curtains,
Was shocked, I must confide.
Graphic lewd debauchery,
Couldn’t believe my eyes.
Peeking between the curtains,
Saw my wife’s angelic face,
Her lips around swollen cock,
Fingers round the base,
Barely a stitch of clothes,
With neighbour cross the road,
Coupling together,
She sucked him while he groaned.
Most surprising though,
My reaction to the scene,
No anger, rage or jealousy,
No disgust at the obscene,
Instead somewhat perversely
A guilty pleasure perchance?
Lustful fascination,
Stirred lewdly in my pants,
Mesmerised I watched her,
Plump scarlet luscious lips,
Sliding sensually up and down,
Tip to base to tip.
Astounded by her talent,
Expert at deep throat.
Could only watch and marvel at,
Her long delicious strokes,
Front doorbell rang loudly,
Was exactly twelve-o-five,
My wife perversely thrilled,
She really came alive,
Dashed through the bedroom door,
Lovely lusty run,
“They’re right on time,” she called,
“To come and join the fun.”
Wife opened the front door,
Ushered guests inside,
Obviously distracted,
Fornication on her mind,
She forgot the front door,
Focused on other things,
Accidentally left wide open,
A stranger could waltz in!
The young man from next door,
And his buxom blonde girlfriend,
And even more surprising,
They had brought a male friend,
Three newcomers in our bedroom,
In this bewildering affair,
Wondered what would happen next,
To guess: I did not dare.
Hastily removing clothes,
In seconds wholly stripped,
Sporting three erections,
And two fabulous sets of tits,
Five waste no time at all,
One couple are engaged,
And trio intertwined in bed
Scandalously arranged.
Buxom blonde riding high,
Behold her in a trance,
Every lusty buck and moan,
Induced swelling in my pants,
Breasts bounced bewitchingly,
More than I can take,
Drilled the man cross the road,
My cock so hard it ached.
My wife upon the bed,
In sordid lusty grind,
Passionately sucking cock,
While quim drilled from behind,
Meanwhile absentmindedly,
Unconscious-like caprice,
Pants around my ankles,
Erection found release.
Abruptly, positions change,
Three men surround my wife,
Blonde strangely vanishes,
But lechery still rife,
Wife right in the middle,
Perverse centre of the whole,
The men each taking turns,
Filling every hole.
Peeping through the curtain
When suddenly a shock,
Nude buxom blonde appears,
Grabs me by the cock,
“Naughty boy”, she said,
“Now won’t you come along”,
Steers me to the bedroom,
To join the carnal throng,
Wife lays upon the bed,
Three under her command,
Slaves to her instructions,
Each stood with cock in hand,
“I found this peeping Tom,”
The buxom blonde declared,
For how my wife reacted,
I was not prepared,
While eyeing my erection,
Gesturing at my crotch.
“Wanted you to play,” she said,
“But you preferred to watch”
“I think I know,” she pondered,
“What punishment would fit”
“You will watch these fine lads,
Come upon my tits”.
My wife’s bawdy declaration,
Spurred them into motion,
Cocks stroked vigorously,
With feverish devotion,
Spurts spatter sweetly,
Wife wallows wantonly,
Nectar spent on gleeful tits,
She glistens debauchedly,
Wife gestured me to approach,
Breasts oiled with hot come,
Orders me to clean them,
Using just my tongue,
Perky nipples sucked,
She sports a smutty grin,
Loving every sticky moment,
Salacious lady sin.
Lick down one side,
Venture over to the next,
Lapped up every salty drop,
From her heaving breasts,
Abruptly I change tack,
Southward bound I head,
Lightly brush her stomach,
Converge between her legs.
I dive into her centre,
Her moist and musky home,
Flicked my tongue, made her writhe,
Breathlessly she moaned,
Although somewhat distracted,
Felt sensation, oh so sweet,
Buxom blonde sucking me,
Silky velvet treat.
Wife upon the precipice,
So hot, so slippery wet,
Groans into orgasm,
A spasm-squirt duet,
Buxom blonde edging me,
One long stroke I’m done,
Her final glorious descent,
Bless her! As I come.
Moments later, positions change,
Partners quickly swap,
Wife drilled from behind,
Her lips arouse my cock,
Meanwhile buxom blonde,
Entertains the other blokes,
Two cocks swell and grow,
To slow deliberate strokes.
Heard a noise, someone called,
“So sorry I am late”,
Tall athletic brunette approached,
Wife’s smoking hot workmate,
Luxurious lithe long legs,
Long dark silky hair,
Long slim strong arms,
A mix of grace and flair.
Brunette tossed clothes aside,
Strode boldly in the room,
She wore not a stitch, except,
Extravagant perfume,
Those long limbs grappled me,
Yin-yang style embrace,
Lips wrapped round my cock,
Quim pressed to my face,
Sixty-nine blinded me,
Locked me in its vice,
Couldn’t see a thing,
But heard my wife come twice,
Heard the buxom blonde,
Scream our neighbour’s name,
Her wailing became so loud,
The whole street knew when she came.
Inevitably our gathering,
Was heard well down the street,
So, the local busybody,
Was quickly on her feet,
A matronly woman,
Curvy and thickset,
Angry and aroused,
Her serenity upset.
Matron marched to our house,
Determined to stop the din,
Found front door left wide open,
Much to her chagrin,
Matron knocked loudly,
Received no sane reply,
Just a wild cacophony of,
Lecherous moans and cries.
Not to be dissuaded,
She stormed in our abode,
With fervent pious purpose,
The matron brashly strode,
But once she came upon us,
Something clearly snapped,
The orgy on display,
Unleashed urges long untapped.
The matron stood agape,
Turmoil seethed inside her,
A raw primal urge emerged,
And rage turned to desire,
Heat erupted in her core,
Wetness between her thighs,
Exuding wild wantonness,
Lust shone from her eyes.
Matron ripped off her skirt,
Removed blouse and tight corset,
Dragged me from the clutches of,
The smoking hot brunette,
Although considered matronly,
With wide child-bearing hips.
Was surprisingly sexy,
Bequeathed with awesome tits.
She had me on my back,
Pinned onto the floor,
She climbed on top of me,
Rode me like a whore,
Bucked like a wild thing,
Let from out a cage,
With amazing stamina,
For someone of her age.
Soon everyone else stopped,
To admire this new scene,
Clearly when it came to sex,
The matron was the queen,
Her rhythm like poetry,
To which I had succumbed,
Enormous breasts swaying,
Like magnificent pendulums.
Caught beneath her bulk,
Between her fleshly thighs,
All there was to do,
Was hold on for dear life.
Bouncing heavily on my cock,
Her skill was unsurpassed,
With wonderful precision,
She rode me hard and fast.
The matron’s rhythm slowed,
She savoured every move,
Trembled slightly every time,
Plunged into her groove,
She became sopping wet,
Slipped along with ease,
Every long delicious stroke,
Was heavenly ecstasy.
She changed her rhythm slightly,
Her angle and aspect,
Inconsequential adjustments,
Had profound effect,
Soon she was breathless,
Pure pleasure upon her face,
That point of no return,
She began to chase.
I felt small trembles,
Then they would subside,
Small tremors came and went,
Along her fleshly thighs,
I could tell she was close,
Just about to blow,
Like a huge volcano,
Ready to explode.
Although warning tremors,
Squeezed my throbbing cock,
When she finally unloaded,
It was a mighty shock,
Vast reservoir of power,
Suddenly unleashed,
Years of repressed desire,
Found grateful relief.
She spasmed suddenly,
Rolled off to the side,
Jerking back and forth,
Convulsing as she cried,
She came so violently,
Squirted such a jet,
Her essence sprayed wildly,
Until everyone was wet.
Later I asked my wife,
“Why exactly twelve-o-five?”
“I needed five minutes,” she said,
“Before our guests arrived”.
“Five to see clients out,
My lunch break is an hour,”
“Fifty minutes for play,” she laughed,
“Five minutes for a shower!”
It should be said, without a doubt,
Our favourite guest by far,
Is the matron down the road,
Our queen and guest co-star.
So now days, once a month,
To enhance our rich sex life,
We invite her and other guests,
At exactly twelve-o-five.
Published 3rd Dec 2020
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