Foreword
I have been told that I am not so much a cuckold as I am a wittol. Wittol is defined as; a man who knows, condones and even encourages his wife's enjoyment of coitus with another man or men; a contented cuckold.
I cannot remember when I first started getting the urge for my girlfriends, ex-wife, even my current wife, CJ, to flirt with other men and even cheat on me. I had even caught my ex-wife in bed with another man when I came home from work sick early one afternoon. I was furious at that time and it ended our marriage, but yet I couldn't understand why at the same time how much it had hurt, but also excited and aroused me.
CJ, my current wife of thirty-six years, and I have been together for a little over forty years at this time. I knew her for several months before I even had the courage to talk to her, let alone ask her out. She was one of the prettier women in the club where I met her.
The first time I remembered seeing CJ was at a club called Snoop's. I was pretty much a semi-regular, going to the club several times a week after my first marriage ended. I can still remember the first time I saw her, she had come into the bar with another couple that I knew, Rick and Stephanie. However with my low self-esteem after my first failed marriage, I was just too reluctant to approach her.
She quickly became popular in the bar with many of the regulars and bouncers. She started to go to the after hour parties with the popular crowd. It became rumored that she was an 'easy fuck'. However, I was still hesitant to approach her, but we did exchange pleasantries as we ran into each other in the club and parties and we soon began a platonic relationship.
We eventually started going places together, but it was not really what you would call a date. I would ask her to go tubing at the local river, but it was mostly with a group of others from the club. She would spend the day with me, but she also flirted openly with other guys.
I soon learned that she had become sexually intimate with at least two of the guys from the club including one of the bouncers named Roger. On one occasion I got to hear the sounds of her getting fucked by Roger coming from his bedroom as one of his after-hours party was winding down. I'll call it fucking because from the sounds it was definitely not making love. I can still remember how hard I got as I listened to her moans and grunts.
As our relationship grew, she continued to flirt and even went to some of the after hour parties without me. A good friend at the time cautioned me how she often fucked one of the bouncers at the parties and even had a sexual relationship going with a guy named Thom who was in town attending DeVry University.