cuckold poems

Feel free to add your own poetry...

Here's one to get things started:


My wife on her back
His big dick still inside her
From my chair, I watch

Action is over
Their bodies peacefully joined
Their romance begins

The look on her face
So satisfied and content
Never before seen

I watch as he slides
His manhood out of my wife
Always now a cuck
fender

I like that, it's creative and fun. I love the last line. "Always now a cuck"

Thank you

Lisa

I agree with Lisa. Your poem is creative and fun. You're maybe not T. S. Elliot, but you're a lot closer to him than I am to John Steinbeck.

I take my hat off to you and thank you for bringing a little class to this site.

GH

More please! Especially written form the woman's perspective (by the woman herself).

I love my husband
Forever my everything
Could never hurt him

But then came that day
His confession surprised me
Hurt, torn yet intrigued

Why? I could never
What motivates his question?
(what would it feel like?)

Love? Yes, he loves me
So long, internal denied
Yet still I say no

A weekend away
Hubby, food, take and then dance
May I have this dance?

Tall stranger cut in
Politely hubby relents
New, exhilarating, Wow

A nod from hubby
Gosh, stranger's hands are so big
Down, what's that I feel?

I can feel myself
Falling, deep under his spell
Juices now flowing

Lost in this moment
Naturally, our lips joined, a kiss
This was MY moment

And now, this morning
Hubby relaxing contently
New loves semen inside me
fender

There was no confession, he found them together and three old lives ended that day:

My wife, my sweet heart, embodied all good I saw in the fair
Woe be to me to return early to my lair

A cancelled appointment made my schedule amiss
forever shattered my image of marital bliss

I entered not with a notion amiss
but sought to unite with her for a simple kiss

As ascended stairs did I
shock I felt, and all my tenderness died

An instant's coupling to pig and my wife
ended for me all dear in our life.

I watched his muscled body strive
and to my shame her body writhe

Know not I from whence it came
In rage I called her out by her given name!

How unlikely the day
That my kitty would stray
From my true love
And his wee-little stick

The joy he brings me
Despite his wee-nee
Makes me doubtful another would click

Alas there came a day
Twas the fourteenth of May
When shy kitty set forth from her house

His name be it Fred
He was drop-gorgeous dead
And possessed a great oak (not a mouse)

Despite yielding a tree,
He began to split me
I virgin again on this day

As though sensing my need
My oak released his seed
Flooding my loins front to back

Although he had tried,
My true love seemed quite surprised
When in nine months our mister came out black.
fender