Brothers

There is a sacred moment
When your balls begin to shout
A moment when no matter what
You just will not pull out
Even if her husband interrupts
You will hold up a finger and shout

"Excuse me sir", you say,
"but you are too abrupt"
"I'll be finished fucking your wife
You can bet your life
Some times later today"
"Will you sir, please, kindly go away"

And the dizzy oaf responds in his inimitable way
"Take your time Buster
I've just finished fucking your wife, your kid's mother
What's fair for one is fairer for the other
I propose, If we are fucking each others wives
Then we should be brothers"

Ever since that fine day
We all together take our holiday away
In two rooms they call a suite
Connected by a door in the middle neat
So we might exchange partners in retreat
While giving head, fucking, and finding relief