What was awkward wasn’t the need, wasn’t
just the will, it was the way that the straight
guy made it clear that he had consented
to this only to fuck your wife. The eight
shots of vodka that the three of you split
should have loosened things up, but no. You both
take a place beside her. He will submit
to her deep throating him down. But he loathes
the thought that he might be forced to kiss you.
Perhaps she’s watched too much porn. Perhaps she’s
blind to the clues. But with your cock in her
mouth and his in her ass she grins at you
both with joy. This is what she wants: boy grease,
cum, sperm, pig roast with two men, two lovers.