“Wife for rent, swapping, borrowing, trading”
His ad said… Her beauty was fading…
But goods? Just a chattel?
No better than cattle?
Well “Fuck!” she thought. “Rather degrading!”
Tag: wife
Family life
Wife and mum, it’s a bit of a struggle,
She sighed, kids’ and dad’s needs to juggle…
Kids tucked into bed,
Then their dad wants some head,
Or a fuck, when you just want to snuggle.
Nursing a grudge
Her attendance at school had been cursory,
Then haberdashery, mercery,
Not a great life;
Now she’s somebody’s wife,
Gone to fat, feeding brats in the nursery!
Honey, I’m home!
Naked, smiling. Nice way to be greeted!
This offer may not be repeated!
Fucked there, in the hall,
Her arse slapping the wall!
Now that’s how a good wife should be treated!
A marriage of convenience
Though he sensed in his wife some estrangement;
Hysteria maybe, derangement…
She, being recumbent,
And he, the incumbent,
He thought quite a decent arrangement.
Kiss the cook
How delightful, he thought, to awaken,
Her modesty, long since forsaken,
His naked young wife
(Oh God! This is the life!)
At the stove, cooking fried eggs and bacon!
Blowing his own bugle
Quite romantic, but nonetheless frugal,
He searched for a girlfriend on Google;
“Big cock, single guy,
Seeking wife. Please reply…”
Now his fucks are all free, and conjugal.
Goods and services
Certain archaeological data
Suggests sex was once used in barter;
Say rice, a full bag,
For an overnight shag
With the wife, not bad value, pro rata.
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.
Almost immaculate
Other women, perhaps hold a grudge,
Call her slut; who are they, though to judge?
Though she’s not yet his wife,
On the page of her life
Is no blot, just a bit of a smudge.