faceseat4jeans
12-25-2007, 12:30 PM
'Twas the Night Before My Christmas Cuckolding
(with apologies and compliments to Clement Clarke Moore (1823)
'Twas the night before Christmas, my wife all safe in bed
my backside was stinging, the cheeks nice and red.
My dear wife had strung me up, by the chimney, you see,
and administered my holiday whipping, oh so painfully!
Now wifey was snuggled all warm in her bed,
while visions of my discipline still danced in her head.
And I, in my subservient delight,
still hung from my restraints, breathless from her might.
When suddenly from the roof, I heard whip cracks and slashes,
I twisted my head, but couldn't see through the sashes.
The front door flew open, and in strode a handsome gent,
with a red and white cape, but he sure wasn't Clark Kent!
"Ah, just as I thought, a wimp resides here"
as this stud walked on over, filling me with fear.
"Hey, who're you?" said my awakened wife,
and I knew in a moment there'd be a change in my life.
Almost before I knew it, my wife was swept off her feet,
as he sexily said, "why, I'm your Christmas treat!"
No dashing, no dancing, he just gently laid her down,
my cock prancing and twitching, I felt like a clown!
Yes my sweet wife was pleasured, while I helplessly watched,
panting so with envy, my throat became parched!
And then, in a twinkling, he was back on the roof,
my wife spent and satiated, looking superior and aloof.
I heard again whips and slashes, coming from up there,
glanced at my wife, saw she hadn't a care.
my restraints magically loosened, as she said
sexily,
"clean me out, my sweet cuckie, your creamy
Christmas jubilee!"
I spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
to moans and sighs from my wife, and an occasional jerk.
And we both heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Cucky Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
(with apologies and compliments to Clement Clarke Moore (1823)
'Twas the night before Christmas, my wife all safe in bed
my backside was stinging, the cheeks nice and red.
My dear wife had strung me up, by the chimney, you see,
and administered my holiday whipping, oh so painfully!
Now wifey was snuggled all warm in her bed,
while visions of my discipline still danced in her head.
And I, in my subservient delight,
still hung from my restraints, breathless from her might.
When suddenly from the roof, I heard whip cracks and slashes,
I twisted my head, but couldn't see through the sashes.
The front door flew open, and in strode a handsome gent,
with a red and white cape, but he sure wasn't Clark Kent!
"Ah, just as I thought, a wimp resides here"
as this stud walked on over, filling me with fear.
"Hey, who're you?" said my awakened wife,
and I knew in a moment there'd be a change in my life.
Almost before I knew it, my wife was swept off her feet,
as he sexily said, "why, I'm your Christmas treat!"
No dashing, no dancing, he just gently laid her down,
my cock prancing and twitching, I felt like a clown!
Yes my sweet wife was pleasured, while I helplessly watched,
panting so with envy, my throat became parched!
And then, in a twinkling, he was back on the roof,
my wife spent and satiated, looking superior and aloof.
I heard again whips and slashes, coming from up there,
glanced at my wife, saw she hadn't a care.
my restraints magically loosened, as she said
sexily,
"clean me out, my sweet cuckie, your creamy
Christmas jubilee!"
I spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
to moans and sighs from my wife, and an occasional jerk.
And we both heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Cucky Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"