Consensual Entry

So where should I begin.
You should know that this wasn’t our first sin.
She said we could meet.
“Where?” I asked. A place a few feet
from where we already had been.

A bar on the other side of town.
One drink was all it took to get her guard down.
I told her I booked a room.
Didn’t expect that would be my doom,
in her bed I would drown.

It was way after ten, I think.
I knew I shouldn’t have had that last drink.
She took off my clothes.
Suddenly my heart froze
when I heard that clink.

I said, “I wasn’t expecting that!”
I gasped when she also spat
in my gapping mouth.
A relief after a long long drouth
in the hands of a pussycat.

“Sir, you must shut up. We don’t have time.
My husband will be home anytime.”
I gave her a knowing smirk,
and let her finish her work.
A kiss, a slurp before that final climb.

                 *****

“Hi Honey!” said my welcoming wife.
“Did you get those groceries?” Back to real life.
She put down her cell phone
and gave me a well deserved groan.

      “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I forgot.”

Then the frown on her face slowly changed.
I almost laughed when suddenly she exchanged
her phone with that familiar clinking metal toy.
Then she said, “You have been a bad boy.
We still have lots of things to rearrange.”

We rearranged the furniture of the room.
Converted the basement to a playroom.
Stayed home for days.
Played in all different ways.
From the beginning of July until end of June