The Cuckold

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A poem about being a cuckold.
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On my back I lay
With my mouth open wide.
My wife taking her lover’s cock
In and out he slides.

She smiles at me
Her face looking of pure bliss.
Taking her lover deep
Her pussy isn’t mine, but rather his.

His ass muscles flex
As he pounds her to ecstasy.
I see them sweating heavily
As they have hot, nasty sex next to me.

I hear the sloshing sounds
Of her pussy as she’s soaking wet.
I soon will be drinking both their juices
It will be a lot, I bet.

She screams in the throes of passion
As he floods her inner walls.
His cock pulses inside her
As he empties his balls.

They finish, he rolls off her
And on to his back.
My role is to clean him properly
That’s always been a fact.

Taking him deep in my mouth
I can taste both of their cum.
My heart is beating heavily
Thundering like a drum.

I lick and suck the shaft
I so love the taste.
Not a single drop of their nectar
I dare to waste.

After I finish cleaning his cock
On to my back I go.
My wife lowers her pussy down
Into my mouth, their cum will flow.

I drink it all down
The taste, so salty yet so sweet.
This lovers scenario
We often repeat.

As I lick out her pussy
Her clit rubs my chin.
She grabs my caged cock
Pulls on it hard and cums again.

Her orgasm subsides
I have pleased her, no doubt.
In just a few moments
Her lover will fuck my mouth.

He mounts my face
Something I love so much.
His cock, so thick, so veiny,
And so firm to the touch.

My legs are pushed into the air
My asshole is invaded.
Deep into my bowels,
My wife’s strapon makes me feel so elated.

My mouth and my man pussy
Get pounded from both ends.
I’m in ecstasy,
Just as carnal nature intends.

Her lover fills my mouth
His seed floods my throat.
There is so much of it
That I almost choke.

Yanking on my cock cage,
My wife pounds my ass.
My caged cock tingles so bad
From her fucking me so fast.

My prostate is being stimulated.
My cock begins to spasm.
I make a cummy mess
From having a caged sissygasm.

My wife looks at me
Her smile, so big and so wide.
She tells me that her lover’s thick cock
Will fuck me later tonight.

My asshole tingles,
And my little clitty begins to twitch.
I am so truly happy,
Being their slutty bitch.

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memorex3669memorex36699 months ago

There is nothing hotter then watching my cuck clean up my lover and I. Then watching him get fucked by my lover.

cageysea9725cageysea9725over 1 year ago

Words you think rhyme and don't:

Wide and slides.

Bliss and his.

Ecstasy and next to me (not a word, but still doesn't rhyme).

Back and fact.

Doubt and mouth.

Invaded and elated.

Throat and choke.

Ass and fast.

Wide and tonight.

I would have ignored this if it were a pattern, but it wasn't. You actually rhymed a few of the second and fourth lines of some stanzas, but more often you didn't.

Failure in consistency brings up the point of cadence. You have no rhythm as well as no rhyme.

You don't write poetry. Actually, you don't write anything, but your poetry is worse than your prose.