When a Hotwife Meets a Bull

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When a hotwife meets a bull: a poem.
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1950scuckold
1950scuckold
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When a hotwife meets a bull,
And she senses his power,
She lets him know she's married,
But ready to be deflowered.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She worships his cock,
And takes it all the way down,
While her husband is mocked.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She spreads her legs wide;
She denies her husband,
But lets her bull deep inside.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She lets him take what he wants;
She invites him into the house,
And lets her husband suffer the taunts.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She lets him inseminate her pussy,
And tells her husband she'll get pregnant,
If he doesn't get busy.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She gives him her ass,
Which her husband is always denied,
A mark of his class.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
She chooses her date,
Who will inseminate her,
And who will be her mate.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
And senses his power,
Her instincts take hold,
And she lets him impregnate her flower.

When a hotwife meets a bull,
Her husband raises his kid,
A symbol of their love,
A symbol of what they did.

1950scuckold
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 3 years ago

My wife found this poem and we both enjoyed it. The 'inevitability' of the situation in your poem was awesome. Women are instinctual animals and when they meet their ‘bull’ it really does not matter that they are married! They will be bred, and their husbands will raise the bull’s offspring. That is pretty much how mother nature programmed women for breeding. Its inevitable! We know, after all, none of our three children were sired by me!

ServileSoulServileSoulover 3 years ago

What a clever & true statement in a poem. Well done.

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