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With a Little Luck

With a Little Luck

Getting caught isn't always so bad

The darkness when I came in

Did so little to hide my sin.

The chimes of the clock striking three

As the nervous excitement coursed through me.

The wetness trailing down my thighs.

My finger bare to hide my lies.

Creaking sounds of the tattle-tale floor

Signaled the arrival of your wanton whore.

Lifting the sheets, I slipped into bed

With lies and excuses filling my head.

You caressed my cheek and my heartbeat stopped

The regret setting in as you climbed up on top.

Reaching around, you squeezed on my bum

Then slid down my panties, still filled with his cum.

As you lowered your head to the scene of my crime

The look on your face was simply sublime.

No way could I hide that I had been with him.

And I could tell you knew by your wicked grin.

That’s when I knew the full extent of my luck.

No longer my husband; now you’re my cuck.

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