Jealous

Where does she go, when she’s dressed head to toe, in the finest clothes money can buy?
She’s away days on end so you’re at a loose end when your wife leaves without a goodbye!

Was it that big black football star that bought her the car that she uses to drive to his house,
Will she lie naked for him as he slides his rod in, and take pleasure from your pretty young spouse.

She said, “Please don’t be sore, now he’s made me his whore. When he asked I couldn’t have agreed any faster.”
“For you should have no illusion, it was a foregone conclusion that I would give myself to my handsome new Master.”

Do you pay little heed how she attends to his needs, now she’s his possession to use as he chooses,
Because he now has the right to enjoy her body all night and it is you the poor husband that loses.

For him she spreads her legs wide, and does that you fill you with pride or do you feel great pain and distress?
But you had to be told you are now a cuckold, because she’s become his willing Mistress.

So I sit alone and I know she won’t phone, she’s left me to be with her lover,
When she told me I cried, and she never denied that she wanted her Master inside her.

He called her today, so she just drove away and in his bed for the night she will stay,
I know what they do, she’s his slut through and through, and when he commands she will always obey.

Like so often before she will kneel like a whore, and taste his dark manhood, the source of her bliss,
With caresses and licks his shaft will grow long and thick and when ready she will give it a kiss.

On her back she has lain, but now feels no pain when he enters with his thick brown twelve inches,
So she will spend the night with his member in tight, locked with her man in long loving clinches.

She’ll say. “Push harder my dear and you should have little fear that my frail willing body will break.”
“You are my man and I want you whenever I can. It’s for your cock, not my husband’s, I ache.”

Like a rampant young bull he will thrust into my wife full, and hammer her young body for hours,
And with each thrust of his meat, with whispered words she will greet, that tell him, “The child that I now carry is ours.”

As his submissive mistress, she can tell his distress, and feel her lover’s approaching great need,
In her climax she will scream as he shoots his hot cream, and fills her with his strong manly seed!

With my wife fully mated, his lust will not be sated, so his hard pole buried deep will remain,
And with wide-open legs, she will repeatedly beg, to be used over and over again.

If he has her once, he will have ten times, and all night he will thrust harder and faster,
And by morning’s soft light, after such a long night she will pledge herself to her virile young Master.

Then for over an hour they will play in the shower, and in hot water and soap they will wallow
And just as before she will go down like a whore, and to pay homage his cream she will swallow

When she comes home the next day, she will have nothing to say but just smile in response to my greeting
But I know full well, my love will put me through hell, and be back in his bed by that very same evening.