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Spouse�s Sordid Story

Salacious wife in sordid splendor,
Invites that smutty sweet surrender.
Pliant, patulous, palpable,
Vivacious, voracious, vulnerable,
She moves with that sultry allure,
Yet also strangely soft demure,
A perversely perfect paradox,
Beautifully, wonderfully stuffed with cock.

Wait. Hold on. Stop. Rewind.
What provoked this lusty grind?
How did my wife end up here?
With smutty smile from ear to ear.
Entwined with her new swinger friends,
Filled with cock from either end,
Orgy groomed gluttonous glory,
Behold, my spouse�s sordid story.

Began through conversation with my wife,
On how to enhance our: plain sex life,
Positions, toys, lingerie: all dead ends,
Perhaps invite her hot girlfriend?
Her best friend came around one night,
To dabble in debauched delights,
Whilst we enjoyed the raunchy ride,
My wife was not quite satisfied.

Three together was better than two,
So imagine what one more could do!
The permutations this would permit,
Were lovely, smutty, sinful, sick,
Searched high and low, near and far,
Our aim: expand our repertoire,
Soon stumbled on a swingers site,
Promptly received a warm invite.

Met handsome stud with buttercup,
Began with drinks, then hooked up.
Remember fondly: one sordid scene,
Buttercup turned solo queen,
Wife sucked and sucked my cock til dry,
While lusty stud drilled from behind,
Wife was wonderful wanton whore,
But she was wanting, craving more!

Fast forward to the present day,
The fervid, fornicating, fray,
I�m exhausted, worn, sated, spent.
Wife still going, while I�m absent.
She�s a joyful, jiggling jezebel,
In a crazy carnal churning swell,
All decorum gone, long departed,
Yet she claims: she�s just getting started!

I take a break, a drink, refresh,
Return to see my wife enmesh,
In a hot, horny, heaving horde,
A salacious, sordid, smorgasbord,
A convolution of body and limb.
A lewd mixed salad of cock and quim,
And writhing naked on the floor,
My wife the most debauched of all.

Enter young stud running late,
Sporting huge erection, thick and straight,
My wife intrigued, admired his size,
Caught his gaze with bedroom eyes,
Spouse�s sultry siren song,
Lured him from the merry throng,
Wife�s wild, willful, wanton need,
To have him fill her with his seed.

Wife knelt down, gauged girth and span,
Grabbed him firmly with both hands,
Kissed his shaft from base to tip,
Anticipation, she licked her lips,
Well hung stud, spellbound, bewitched,
Massive member strained and twitched,
My wife engulfed, swallowed whole,
One fluid motion down his pole.

Wife slides back up, licks his knob,
Then settles into rhythmic bob,
Steamy, spicy, saucy scene,
My spouse a cock sucking machine,
Cock spat out, then pressed with flesh,
Squeezed lovingly between her breasts,
One last stroke, the one that matters,
Spurting seed sweetly spatters.

Wife glistening, slick with come,
Far from finished, far from done,
Desperate for a lewd encore,
Strokes him, makes him hard once more,
Wife reclines, she�s on her back,
Provoking his aroused attack,
Knees akimbo, beckoning,
Offering hot slippery quim.

The first stroke took her breath away,
As he drove up her fairway,
The young stud�s enormous rigid pole,
Drilled my wife�s wet gaping hole,
Prodigious, pulsing, python, pounds,
To sloppy, sordid, squelching sounds,
My wife wiggled, wetly, wantonly,
Her pussy stretched so wonderfully.

Pouting pussy pounded fast,
But wanton wife you can�t outlast,
Stud spasms, spurts, and creams,
Finished, spent, run out of steam.
Yet wife still craves hard cock inside,
Determined: she won�t be denied,
But everyone else is finished, done,
She turns to me for one last run.

My wife by lust possessed,
Just one thing on her mind,
Stamina unbelievable,
She had come eleven times!
�Will you be my lucky twelve?� She said.
Pouting coyly to me,
�Would you like me to beg for it?
Get down on my knees?�
I did not respond straight away,
It had a strange effect,
My wife more aroused and desperate,
She became far more direct,
�I want you deep inside me,
I want to feel your thick hardness.�
�I want to taste my pussy on your cock,
Mixed with your saltiness.�

�Dance for me,� I said at last,
Knowing: she�d enjoy the task,
Strutted, cupped her breasts,
Seductive sway, sultriness,
Turns away, a lusty grind,
Offered entrance from behind,
Can�t resist, I�m now inside her,
Feverishly I roughly ride her.

Her pussy soft, silky, warm velvet,
Filled with come and sopping wet,
Sordid, sloppy, squelching sounds,
Her moans intense, guttural, loud,
I feel that hot feverish burn,
The impending point of no return,
And she�s at the end at last,
Sexual appetite, finally surpassed.

Small tremors felt at first,
Then larger spasms in small bursts,
The pressure builds with each thrust,
She�s primed to blow, explode, combust.
Her entire being begins to shake,
There�s a keening sound to her earthquake,
A lewd explosion beyond compare,
Spasm-orgasm squirts everywhere.

She wetly slides off my cock,
Still spasming from aftershocks,
Engrossed in ecstasy, lost in time,
A lewd Nirvana, sweet, sublime,
An hour passed, exhausted, done.
Both laying in a pool of come.
In grand gratuitous, gory, glory,
Thus concludes: spouse�s sordid story.

Written by Noble_Incubus

Published 26th Dec 2020

Author's Note

Intended to be pure wanton wickedness wonderfully free of any redeeming features. If you are looking for subtle beautiful metaphorical poetry this isn�t it.