My Wife
He and I sat down for drinks
and as he bounced into my favorite chair,
I asked him if he was fucking my wife yet.
He took a long drag and said, “Well,
yes,
I am.”
I made the mistake of coming home early
last Tuesday and I found you,
naked, ass aloft, with your pussy
clinging to his withdrawing cock.
You told him you were his.
You told him he was a real man.
You told him you loved him
When I asked you if you still loved me,
last Thursday, you told me I was acting
strangely and that I was asking
odd questions and that I needed
to visit my mother. You’d be busy
meditating with Patrick. My gut
clenched and I closed my eyes.
I took you by the shoulders and,
looking you square in the eye,
asked if you were cheating on me.
A gentle, relaxed smile crossed
your face, the same smile I saw
after you said, “I do”, and you
insisted I was being silly.
After parking my car three
blocks away, I sneaked back
to my own house to see
Patrick’s car. I circled around
and discovered you two again.
I took out my camera and
filed for divorce.