The Affair

Mr Roberts thought he was happy, Mr Roberts had it all,
He would go out with his work mates, and end up having a ball,
He had the expensive sportscar, He had the best golf clubs,
His house was so big, that there was room for two bath tubs.

But routine played a big part, in Mr Roberts day,
Everything had a time slot, for when he worked and played,
He never ever changed it, if he did he'd be all thrown out,
Mrs Roberts wouldn't mess with it, she knew what it's all about.

One day the markets crashed, and Mr Roberts was out of work,
Even high up in the company, he could not use this perk,
Catching the earlier bus home, his face looked sad and grim,
I think his wife of 15 years, will be shocked to see him.

He went inside, went up the stairs to get out of his suit,
On the way through the kitchen, he grabbed a bit of fruit,
He took a bite from his apple, and then reached his bedroom door,
When he flung the door open, he saw a man lying on the floor.

His wife was on top of him, sliding up and down on his dick,
Mr Roberts just stared at his wife, he started feeling sick,
His wife screamed and climbed off the man, as they scrambled for their clothes,
Mr Roberts thought for a bit, there's three ways this can go.

He could get his loaded pistol, from the dresser drawer,
And shoot the pair without a doubt, he'll get 15 years or more,
For his wife to do this to him, it's plain that she doesn't care,
There is no use flogging a dead horse, if the love is just not there.

He could walk away and leave this mess, his wife he'll never see,
And spend the rest of his time "how could she do this to me",
He'll have to contend with lawyers and stuff, expensive, just a bit,
She will end up moving far away, and take most of his shit.

The third option was naughty, he would commit a further sin,
He could smile and urge them to keep going, and then he could join in,
Boobs and cocks and vaginas, he could have the lot, them all,
But then the guilt would set in, he wouldn't be having such a ball.

"The company crashed and I lost my job, I was planning telling you,
I decided on my way home, to have a beer or a few,
I'm so sorry my darling, I didn't mean to spoil your fun",
As Mr Roberts went to the top drawer to get his loaded gun.