Mr & Mrs Re-Juvenating. - Poem by Anthony Fry
Smiling I just eagerly arrived home from work, end of another boring week.
My wife is grinning getting ready, to stay at her old Mothers for a weekend.
I am looking forward to going fishing and camping, a long weekend period.
Friday till Sunday, usually I am a boring couch potato from morning to night.
The wife's taxi arrives soon, and we say our farewells, and she is off to Mums.
Thirty minutes later my taxi also comes calling, off I go merrily, first stop Pub.
I arrive at pub meet lovely girl called Val, cheekily tell her my name is Bob.
Have one of the most enjoyable, boozy evenings together in a very busy bar.
Off we go to a really smart restaurant, table booked and relax with a nice meal.
We booked a posh cosy hotel, Val and Bob for two sensational nights together.
Hands roaming we are like two wild cats, each welcoming, tearing our clothes off.
Val has packed an overnight pleasure pack, all her favourite sensual massage oils.
I enquire if she would like a nice massage, with her favourite oils, yes please Bob.
She enjoyed that, She erotically tickles me, worked from gentle up to very extreme.
Caressing each other intimately, we make sexy purring sounds, in each others ears.
Long into the night we were trying different positions, silk stockings, new lechery.
Painting Val's Toenails Purple, a blindfold, trying gentle bondage, sexy knickers.
How very sad we both were, that this wonderful weekend, had to end on Sunday.
Arrived home, and found my Wife sitting on the Sofa, Her Purple Toenails Glowing.
Makes a nice change from usual mundane weekends. When can we go again Bob?
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