Lonely And Bored

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Lonely and bored, no one at home
Feeling the itch, a burning to roam
Seedy bar on the other side of town
No more shame, inhibitions spiraling down
Dancing alone to the slow sultry beat
All eyes upon you, feeling the heat
One shot, then two numbing the pain
The wanton slut now free, not to be tamed
Not really sure when her hands became others
Forgetting that earlier she was a wife and a mother
One more cigarette, just one more drink
Her mind now a fog, insatiable lust on the brink
Maybe there were four, or there could have been five
Escorting her to a room in this place she once thought a dive
Passed from man to man, Clothes strewn on the floor
Feeling desired again, giving in to her inner whore
It had been so long since she felt such desire
Her mind and her loins a white hot burning fire
All she needed was a little nasty action
Never thinking she would be the main attraction
Her breasts, cunt and ass now exposed for the groping
Quenching her cravings is what she was hoping
Cocks filling every hole as if she was just meat
The smell of raw sex had never been so sweet
Her body now covered in hand prints and bites
Begging for more, a true erotic sight
They had fucked her fast and fucked her slow
Leaving her covered in cum, basking in the afterglow
Time to get dressed, time to return to her life
Back to being the dutiful wife
The bedroom is dark, husband sound asleep
She crawls in beside him, trying hard not to weep
When had he lost the desire for her?
Was it ever really there, she was not sure
She finally nodded off all covered in cum
No turning back, the damage was done
It's his loss now, his lack of wanting her to blame
Her inner slut is fee, no feeling of shame
Next week she will come home again, all bruised and sore
Never again lonely and certainly not bored!
So take heed all you men, so busy with life
While you are at working late, someone else will be doing your wife!

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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

A nice little cautionary tale to not let a love life grow stale.