Cuckold Lament Revisited

He struggles to sleep,

My return brings him solace, 

He knows where I've been,

Knows what I’ve done, 

That I did it for him.

It was he who had asked, 

And I who had obliged,

Despite knowing that first step

Would change us forever.

Little did we know,

About acts with another man, 

Out of his vision,

But in his imagination.

I thought it would help, 

But soon came to realize,

My love for him,

Crashing into reality reflected

In the angst on his face, 

The breaking in his heart,

The hardness of his cock.

As my legs spread, 

As my mouth opens,

Welcoming someone new, 

Wondering if he knows that I

Am thinking of him too.

An orgasm engulfs, maybe more, 

Clouding my mind, 

Increasing my lust. 

Wanting more, than what

Just one man can provide.

Yet as I return – clarity.

I know this dynamic,

Is not how he imagined,

Yet it is what he desired,

What his mind demanded.

I come our bed, returning,

Gifting my sex to him, that

Which I just gave away.

He reclaims my body, but

Not my desire nor my soul.   

I can see in his eyes,

There is still love,

But for me, it weakens

With each man I explore,

That strong bond of love,

Fading, soon to be no more.