“It was dark, boss. The window was foggy,”
He said, his suit muddy and soggy.
“I’d still bet my life,
Though, the broad was your wife,
An’ buck naked, an’ gettin’ it doggy!”
Tag: infidelity
For better or for worse
Lucy’s husband, Fred, whom she adored,
Was a man e’er so tragically flawed.
While she cooked, cleaned and bred,
Kept him warm, nights, in bed,
The louse gambled, drank beer and whored!
Compromising
His wife naked, her limbs intertwined,
With the man’s. He was startled to find,
Although caught in the act,
That he didn’t, in fact,
Feel angry, or even much mind!
The compromise
Though their marriage was fairly robust,
Lots of sex, (but not very much lust),
They both turned a blind eye
To stray roots, the odd lie,
As one might, to save pain, and so must.
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!”
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.”
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!
Father knows best
“Well, my son, she’s a beautiful bride,”
Said his dad, “but still, cast your net wide.
She’s a good fuck, I know;
Keep your eyes open, though,
For the chance of a bit on the side!”
Best man
On the honeymoon, as she undressed,
The young bride, feeling guilty, confessed
That she’d fucked the best man,
Once, by chance, not by plan,
And the groom might come off second best!
Something fishy
So, the way that the cops heard him tell it, he
Swore he could, somehow, just smell it; he
Knew her own scent…
But that cummy smell meant
He should worry about her fidelity!