The Preacher’s Wife (Poems)
Hello.
Who is this?
Who is this?
Well, I was checking the phone records and saw a lot of calls to your number. Do I know you?
I don’t know. Who are you?
Mr. Kim
I don’t know.
It wasn’t my phone. Do you know Anna Kim?
Anna Kim?
I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. How can I answer your questions?
Anna?
Why do you ask?
She called your number a lot.
What’s your worst nightmare?
What?
A facial?
What?
Up the ass?
Sir?
So, what, you think I must be fucking her?
What?
Why else would you call? You must think she’s taking my cock, maybe even think she’s here right now—on her knees in front of me.
No. I don’t.
Wearing my cum like expensive moisturizer, telling me how great I am.
No. She’s right here.
Well, then what?
I just wanted to know who she was calling. I’m her husband.
Well, now you found out. You should be asking her, not snooping around. But that’s between you and her. Look at her face because, by the way, yesterday, she let me cum on all over it. She said you never did that.
I have.
Said she never had an orgasm before?
She said that?
Happy now? Glad you called? Glad to hear the voice of the man attached to the large cock gagging your wife with big thick cock?
It’s not true. She would never.
I know all about you, preacher. She said she wanted to be my slave—do anything for me—cause she needs a big cock. Ask her. She’ll admit it. I have photos too. She’s bent over modeling her asshole after I obliterated it. She likes it up the ass now. She likes being smacked while sodomized, the little slut.
Wives cheat. It’s no big deal. She’s not ugly.
She is ugly. Tell her I said so. She has a big hairy pussy, you know that. And little hairs on her nipples. She only looks good with cock up her ass and a big load on her face. Go ahead and tell her that. She’s a desperate whore.
She’s been a good wife. How dare you say that?
She had my cock in her ass yesterday. Why defend her? If that’s a good wife, you’re seriously fucked, man. I mean, I’m not married. Maybe I don’t know much about wives, but as soon as I met Anna she was hungry for my cock. First night I met her she came back to my house, got buck naked on the couch and asked me to cum inside her. Your wife, man. How’s that for a slut? I love it. Hell, tell her to come over now and suck on my cock. I’m getting hard just thinking about the slut.
Please stop. I’m sorry I called. I see I’ve offended you. I will let you go.
I don’t want to go, man. Is she there with you?
What?
I said, is she there with you?
Yes.
Look at her. Look at that face. What do you see?
My wife’s pretty face.
No. You see the place where I dropped a big load of cum yesterday. Her first load of cum ever. How’s that feel, asshole? Honestly there’s nothing I like better than seeing your wife’s ass with big cock in it. Want to see her like that?
No. That makes me sad.
I’ll tell you what, preacher, bring her over here and I’ll show you how she submits to me. I’ll let you watch her cream while she gets it.
No, sir, I’m sorry I called. Forgive me. I know you are saying these things just to hurt me.
They are true.
Lies.
And I can prove it.
No you cannot. How?
Say this to her: the pig should get on its knees.
I can’t say that to my wife.
If you want to know you will say it. You have no choice. If she stands there then your marriage is tip top. If she kneels, then you know.
The pig should get on its knees. Honey, what? What are you doing?
