Lord Cuckold. A Poem. Part 1

Part 1

When I first discovered
My wife's affair
I confronted her that very night

I expected from myself:
The cheated husband; in the right

A powerful patriarchal rage,
First I'd break her wanton pride
Then maybe, at a later stage
I would be free to decide

Whether to forgive her
Keep her locked inside

For the rest of her life.
It seems I knew very little about
Myself or my wife.

She denied everything
At first, of course
Until, seeing I knew
She simply smiled at me
And confessed it was all true

“I'm sorry husband
I've been so afraid
Of this moment that it almost
Comes as a relief. You must know
That I love you
But I have strayed
Into the arms
Of another. And I am truly sorry
If I've caused you any hurt.”

She looked me in the eye
Then cast her gaze down to her lap.

“Oh Emma” I said and “How Could You?”
“Don't You Love Me” I was almost in tears
“Why?”

My voice came from me like a plea
This was not what
Either of us had expected

She looked up with a puzzled frown at me
As I struggled to control my tears
Instead of roaring and making
My unfaithful harlot wife cry
and beg forgiveness
As I'd imagined.

“You want to know why?”
She said “Why?”
“I have asked myself the same question
So many times”
Her cheeks grew red

“And I have come up with as many answers:
Because I'm bad and full of lust
Because I want more than you can give
Because he makes me feel like the devil's mistress
Because he wants me more than you do
Because although you and I are a perfect match

Dear husband
In every other regard
In every room except in
The bed room. You must know I do not
Love and admire him as I love and admire you
My heart is yours
My head is yours
He only has possession of my baser parts”

She pushed her hands between her thighs
Spread her legs apart and looked me in the eyes

“He has me below the waist
You, my husband, have all the rest

Well, perhaps not all the rest,
for of course he also has my breasts

To grab, caress, knead with his
Strong rough hands as he wishes but the rest

Of me is yours, most of me above the hips
Is yours alone my dear. Well,

Almost all, for yes, of course I must confess
He also has my lips, my mouth
and everything therein; my tongue
My throat, the voice that he alone makes cry

Apart from that the rest is yours, my dear
Except I do what pleases him with my arms
My shoulders, hands and my finger tips

I let his hands take off my dress
He makes my face and hair a mess
But I feel nothing else for him
All my love, devotion, loyalty is yours
Dear husband”

Then she smiled at me
Looked up at me
just as she had when

I caught her stealing sugared plums
Prepared at my instruction by cook
For tea with the parish council on last
Whitsunday afternoon.

“Oh” I said “I see” I said.
“Well that's a relief at least”

Of course what I really felt
Was quite the opposite.

I wanted to be the one who made
Her feel like the devil's mistress.
I didn't want her
Love and admiration but her lust

The thought of my wife and her lover
Overwhelmed me,
I felt as though a fever gripped
Me, my heart raced and I grew hot

Another man, in possession of her lips, her hips, her breasts
And at that thought I saw the two of them before me
As in a vision, their two bodies writhing and entwined

His strong rough hands upon her tender flesh
At that thought I felt my head spin and my breath quicken
And of it's own accord my cock began to flex and thicken.
Announced my lust in place of wrath
By poking up against the cloth
Of my cotton dressing gown
She looked me up
She looked me down
Her smile became
A wicked frown

She roughly poked my little lump
And prodded it to make me jump
She sneered
“Dear husband! That's a shock!
Look what all my talk has done”
She lifted up my cotton frock
Her face lit up with wicked fun
And laughed to see my little cock
Reveal my shame.

“Oh husband it seems you are excited by your
Naughty wife being fucked by another man
While you stand outside and fiddle with
This little violin, this piccolo.”

And then
She wrapped her legs around me
Pulled me inside her
She purred and cooed as I thrust and thrust
And was very quickly done.

She wriggled, giggled,
sighed and stroked my hair.
“Was that nice?” I nodded
“And for you?”I asked
She laughed “Dear husband
I didn't even know that you were there!”

I woke up some hours later. She was sitting
At her dressing table in her underclothes
Singing with her maids and laughing
As they dressed her up and corseted

Her waist, her trembling bosom powdered
And her legs apart so that the perfumes
Powders, emollients and creams could be applied.

Now, in the evening dawn I was once again
Shocked, humiliated and ashamed
Of my wife's infidelity, my earlier arousal
Was now strange to me and my desire to see
Her with another man appeared deranged.

And here
She was, as I, her husband, slumbered
In the marriage bed readying herself
For her young lover.

As it happens I knew the young man
Socially: Percy, a widower of 34 who lives
Up in the old squire's house with his widowed father
Two brother's and a younger sister.

He is famous for his horsemanship
And courage but arrogant and proud
I've seen him hunting seen him jump and ride
A strong and handsome buck
And a husband might be allowed
To feel a little pride
That it was my dear wife that Percy chose to fuck

That he spent his time
And passion and success
In the seduction of the woman that
I by rights, in law and
in the sight of God above
Possess.

I watched her
Watched as her maids prepared my wife
For her lover. Then I stood up naked from my bed
And cried out (as I really should have done
The night before)

“No!” I did my best to roar
“I will not watch my wife
Be made up for another man
to use as though she were
His willing whore”

Instead my words just came out as a scream
the maids looked round confused
then to hide their giggles
looked down at their shoes
Until my wife told them to leave us for a moment
While her silly husband wakes up from his dream.

“Mabel and Jennifer don't know about my love affairs
At least they didn't until now when you told them
And now they'll talk about it all
Downstairs and put two and two together

I don't mind. Nobody that I care for cares
But darling, you're the one that everyone
Will laugh at when they know that I let
Other men fuck me. Oh look”

She pointed at
My little prick
“Oh look. There you are again.
That's quick”

To my shame I was aroused, and snapped
Erect at visions of my wife's legs wrapped
Around another man's back.

“Oh isn't it sweet how little
Willy stands up when I talk about
Being fucked by another man.

Oh gosh. No
Don't touch it. Hands on head.
Let's have some fun.”

She rang the bell on the dressing table
And called for Jennifer and Mabel

She explained in detail, if they hadn't
Worked it out already, that she has a lover
Percy; from the big house and husband
Might be slightly jealous. But it seems
To make him quite excited. They giggled
Nervous, unsure of how they should react.