She hurried home, eager to greet,
Her husband's warm embrace.
But hushed moans from upstairs,
Hastened her curious pace.
Up the stairs, hovering outside their door,
She pressed her eye to the cracked opening to explore.
There she absorbed the full lurid tableau -
Her husband, ecstasy aglow, flat on his back.
A lithe vixen straddled his hips, at wanton play,
Her breasts bounced with each undulating sway.
Taut nipples erect as she gyrated with glee,
Impaling herself on his thick staff repeatedly.
His glistening manhood, slick with her arousal's dew,
Disappeared into her folds again and anew.
Uninhibited cries of carnal pleasure filled the steamy air,
Wanton moans of lust's sweet rapture without care.
Fingers pinching at her swollen bud in tandem,
She rode him with ardor, passion's sweet ransom.
His hands explored her supple flesh with want,
Kneading and squeezing every curve they haunted.
Cupping the ripe bounty of her breasts,
Before roaming lower to savor the rest.
In this obscene joining, passion had no bounds,
Their skin slapping echoed through the surrounds.
Rather than rage, white-hot lust consumed her,
Arousal smoldering from witnessing their torrid blur.
All sense of propriety was cast aside,
As she succumbed to the scene's carnal tide.
She bit her lip, heart pounding like a drum,
As one hand crept beneath her skirt's hem.
Fingers brushed past damp curls already primed,
Finding her slickened petals ready to unbind.
Deftly, she circled her throbbing pearl,
Breath catching at the electrifying whirl.
Her other palm traced upward, lavishing attention,
On the swells of her chest, teasing without detention.
The fabric of her blouse did little to restrain,
The insistent peaks, stiffened from arousal's reign.
All while devouring the salacious display,
Her husband's thick rod skewering his sordid prey.
She mirrored the vixen's gyrations in kind,
Hips bucking wantonly, lust's blazing din.
Her fingers delved deeper, seeking that hidden pearl,
Stroking insistently, pleasure's world to unfurl.
Her walls clenched with building tide,
As she pulsed and prodded from the intense friction's slide.
His thick rod plunged relentlessly deeper,
Pounding into her with strokes growing steeper.