“Is it just simple boredom?” she queries.
In love for a month, then he wearies?
Unfaithful, God knows!
Still, at least, I suppose,
Not in parallel, only in series.”
Tag: adultery
The facts of life
“When one’s bored in one’s marriage, one cheats,”
Said her mother. “Some petty deceits
Are entailed, of course,
Lest it end in divorce.
And for God’s sake, do change the damn sheets!”
Dining out
“Ya habibi”, he said. “Yes, I cheat,
But it’s not that your body’s not sweet!
Though it brings me delight,
It’s the same dish each night,
And, sometimes, a man craves for fresh meat!”
The jealous wife
There she was, wearin’ nary a stitch,
With my husband, the slutty damn bitch!
I said, aimin’ my gun,
“Dirty cunt! Havin’ fun?”
She said “Shoot me! Just scratchin’ an itch.”
Scratching an itch
Though a good, faithful wife, I’m afraid
That sometimes she got bored, and she strayed,
Told her husband some lie,
Went out, picked up some guy,
Had a couple of drinks, and got laid.
Welcome doormat
He went back to her, cheated and lied,
And was welcomed with legs open wide.
Just a slut, to be lenient,
Bloody convenient
Though, for a bit on the side!
Moral critique
Little tits, pussy could have been tighter;
Not bad, though, for just a one-nighter.
His wife wouldn’t know,
And she’d wanted it, though
That somehow didn’t make it much righter.
To err is human
Not exactly, of course, overjoyed,
But not heartbroken, more just annoyed.
He’s deceived her, he’s lied,
Had a bit on the side…
Something she herself tends to avoid.
The other woman
Married, kids and a mortgage, I’m guessing,
She thought to herself, while undressing.
He loves me, of course,
But enough to divorce?
Being beautiful’s such a mixed blessing!
Striking a match
Was she frigid? Orgasm-impaired?
So her husband said, not that she cared!
She was curious, though;
Gave the neighbour a go.
Her spark flickered, ignited and flared!