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!
Tag: adultery
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Screwing give man and woman delight,
In de morning, lunch-time, in de night!
Sometime man want it more,
Maybe fuck some damn whore!
If his wife find out, who in de right?
Unharried
He suspected that, though she was married,
From hints that her words and voice carried,
He’d root her somehow,
Notwithstanding that now
All his amorous sallies were parried.
A tolerant man
Though her husband was kind and adoring,
She found marriage lonely and boring;
He fucked her a lot,
But the more that she got,
The more horny, and still went out whoring!
The sanctity of marriage
“Though God joined us and all, still I wonder,
That part, “let no man put asunder”,”
She thought, “Would that term,
(As he unloosed his sperm),
Include, too, this nice chap whom I’m under?”
Those whom God hath joined together
She’d split many a marriage asunder,
Which was, of course, small cause for wonder;
Well, not to those matrons,
Whose husbands were patrons,
Whose bellies she’d damply been under!
Prenuptial
Though she sobbed, and her bare bosom heaved,
Swore she loved him, he wasn’t deceived,
And, at last, she confessed
That the child at her breast
Was not his, but alas, preconceived.
Odalisque
A sloe-eyed odalisque of mixed breed,
She tapped into his unspoken need;
Musky-scented and sultry,
Intent on adult’ry,
And certain, it seemed, to succeed!
On the quiet
They’d been having it off on the quiet
For so long they’d ceased to deny it;
Their spouses, who knew,
Were both doing it too.
Well, back then, we all wanted to try it!
Truth hidden in plain sight
She came home to her husband afraid
That he’d know from her face that she’d strayed,
So she said to him (nude),
“God I need to be screwed!”
(A reliable trick of the trade.)