Morning..is he gone

He drove back through busy streets tortured...anticipating
wondering what he would find ,what would be waiting...
He pulled up outside the house..curtains still closed
He unlocked went inside, silence..cushions scattered on the floor,
Heart thumping he climbed the stairs.opened the bedroom door.

The room hot and stuffy heavy curtains still shut tight
A smell of stale sex..heady reminder of a long long night,
His wife sprawled on the bed spreadeagled legs and arms
He opened the curtains sunlight flooding her displayed charms
Silver trails across her belly also over her breast,
The crumpled sheets stained a witness to attest
She licked her swollen lips and whispered a loving greeting
Her eyes dark ringed..heavy lidded from the strangers meeting.

Bruised bites across her breasts,over her inner thighs,
In a teasing voice she informed him of her surprise
Darling he was so big and carried on and on all night
he told me how I pleased him being wet and tight
Her pussy lips swollen and puffy glistened wet and slick
But then she opened her arms and said.....
'Come..into bed now it is your turn,oh now my darling..QUICK