A Cuckold's Lament

Ten years ago, on a warm Summer's night
I asked dear Olwen if she would
Consider my offer of marriage for life
Which I thought would be exceedingly good.
She puffed her cigar, and thought for a while
(I do love to watch her smoke)
"Yes I will" she replied, and put her hand in my lap
And gave my stiff manhood a stroke.
"There's one little problem" she said, with a smile
I knew what she meant. I felt sick.
"You must have been close to last in the queue
When we consider the size of your prick."
Both Olwen and I are lovers of sex
But not safe sex of the missionary kind.
Olwen likes to be fucked in her cunt and arse
I like to be fucked in my mind.
"I'll marry you in a heartbeat," she said with a smile,
"But I'll take lovers right from the start.
You'll get to do clean-up. Is that OK?"
Her words cut me straight in my heart.
"I love you completely," I said truthfully,
"I know I'm not forceful or bold.
You'll be my HotWife, and have lots of cock,
And I'll be your submissive cuckold."
We wed later that year, and on our wedding night
In the bridal suite, with its' fittings in white,
I sat in a chair and watched Olwen get fucked
By her new lover, four times that night.
Each time they had finished, I cleaned out her cunt
I'd never tasted a man's cum before.
When they were tired, and fell off to sleep,
I lay down and slept on the floor.
Next morning they woke up and started again
I watched Olwen give him a blow job
When he'd cum in her mouth, she kissed me and said,
"You're a cuck now." I began to blubber and sob.
What had I done? Was I mad? Have regrets?
I told myself not to be silly.
I wanted pleasure for Olwen; something I couldn't give
Because all I had was a little boy's willy.
Olwen needed a cock, a long one, and thick,
To stretch her and fill her with cum.
And a cock that could operate time and again,
In her mouth, in her cunt, up her bum.
The honeymoon's over, we're back at home at last
Everything's done in line with Olwen 's mood.
She's discovered Queening and Pegging, and I must admit
I find both practices thrilling, not rude.
So by next Wednesday week, we've been married ten years
Oh! how the decade's flown quickly by
We are still deeply in love, although Olwen gets most
And I am content with my cream pie.