I saw the word "wittol" used in an on-line story or news article recently. The context in which it was used left little doubt as to its intended meaning but I checked my desk top dictionary anyway. Pulling a blank with a Webster's wanna be, I Googled it. What an education!
First off, I discovered it names my affliction of many years. Been there, done that. Didn't know it had a name. It also nails down a common pastime of a large number of very happy people in our world. Defined, it loosely means husbands who enjoy letting other men fuck their wives.
It seems that the word "cuckold", an old and well used term, has several facets. Some nice, some not so much. Some forms are delightful, some destructive.
The four kinds of cuckolds are: (1) Husbands of wives that have lovers but know nothing of her actions. (2) Husbands who find out their wives have lovers and hit the ceiling. (3) Husbands who tolerate their wives dalliances for some reason but don't like it at all. (4) Husbands who like, even promote, their wives being with other men sexually.
In the first type, as long as the conditions are stable, i.e., hubby never finds out, all is well and good. This type may continue for all of their married lives and never cause any problem. A sort of "Ignorance is Bliss" or "What you don't know, can't hurt you" situation. I suspect this type is way more common than any statistic on successful marriages will ever reveal. Unfortunately, type (1) often suddenly becomes type (2) or (3) with unhappy results.
The second type is the dangerous one. For the wife and/or her lover, and anyone else within range. This cuckold type is not likely to have a happy ending for either of the participants, the willing or the deceived. Jealous rage by a wronged husband is not justification for mayhem in any modern court of law. Divorce, alimony, baby support and long prison terms, are all just minor implications associated with this cuckold type.
I find the third type to be the saddest of all. The long suffering wimp that knows what his wife, and the mom of his *******, is doing in her spare time and just barely tolerates it. He doesn't like it, it offends his manhood, he is humiliated in several ways, but he sticks with her. Their wedding vows may not mean much to her but they do to him. It may be the *******, it may be the mortgage, it may be his place in his social circle. Regardless of reason, he watches her go out at night and takes her back when she returns. The poor bastard may eventually either ******* himself to death or stick the shotgun in his mouth.
Then we come to the fourth type, the wittol. Here's the guy that likes, no loves, that his wife is open and forthright enough in her sexuality to indulge herself with other men. This is the guy that encourages his bride to seek out other men or at least to eagerly accept the ones he brings to her. A wittol is exactly the sort of husband that any self respecting man on the prowl for pussy should be searching out and cultivating.
Let's call him a Bull. It's a well deserved moniker for the kind of guy that most couples find most desirable when opening up the master bedroom door to include another man. He's reasonably polished. He's physically clean and capable. He's equipped and competent in the bedroom. And he's respectful of the marriage bond between the couple. You can call him a stud, a player. You may even call him your best friend. He's going to be a very important part of your lives forever, if only in fond memories.
Any way you cut it, the Bull and the wittol are a team. One compliments the other. Any Bull that goes into a cuckold (1), (2) or (3) scenario has to watch his back. His welfare, perhaps his very survival, is always hanging out there. One slip-up and the wet rumpled sheets could turn into a chalk outline on a bedroom floor. But if he teams up with a wittol, he's home free. Not only is most of his prep work done, the girl of his dreams comes gift wrapped. She has a place to stay, paid for. She has a car, paid for. She has a built in baby sitter if necessary. This lucky Bull doesn't have to worry about alibis, hidden emails, or leaving hickeys in nice places.
Every Bull worth his salt should seek out and foster wittols. They are his gateway to paradise. They will cover his back and his tracks, and pick up the tab. All he has to do is treat their wives right. Take care of them in the sack, let him watch once in a while, and maybe take a picture or two to jerk off to later. He doesn't have to abuse the wittol if the wittol doesn't want it. He should respect him, buy him a birthday gift, laugh at his jokes, appreciate what the wittol is giving him . He's the guy that's setting the Bull up with some mighty fine pussy. The wittol is the guy that meets you at the door and hangs up your coat while his wife is unzipping your pants.
So here we are. The wittol gets what he wants. The Bull gets what he wants. And the wife, the center of our attention, gets twice what she wants. She gets an adoring husband and provider and she also gets the excitement of an outside love interest without any complication or subterfuge. She probably won't tell her mom that she has found the secret to wedded bliss but I wouldn't bet that she doesn't tell her daughters. Secrets like this are too good to keep.
First off, I discovered it names my affliction of many years. Been there, done that. Didn't know it had a name. It also nails down a common pastime of a large number of very happy people in our world. Defined, it loosely means husbands who enjoy letting other men fuck their wives.
It seems that the word "cuckold", an old and well used term, has several facets. Some nice, some not so much. Some forms are delightful, some destructive.
The four kinds of cuckolds are: (1) Husbands of wives that have lovers but know nothing of her actions. (2) Husbands who find out their wives have lovers and hit the ceiling. (3) Husbands who tolerate their wives dalliances for some reason but don't like it at all. (4) Husbands who like, even promote, their wives being with other men sexually.
In the first type, as long as the conditions are stable, i.e., hubby never finds out, all is well and good. This type may continue for all of their married lives and never cause any problem. A sort of "Ignorance is Bliss" or "What you don't know, can't hurt you" situation. I suspect this type is way more common than any statistic on successful marriages will ever reveal. Unfortunately, type (1) often suddenly becomes type (2) or (3) with unhappy results.
The second type is the dangerous one. For the wife and/or her lover, and anyone else within range. This cuckold type is not likely to have a happy ending for either of the participants, the willing or the deceived. Jealous rage by a wronged husband is not justification for mayhem in any modern court of law. Divorce, alimony, baby support and long prison terms, are all just minor implications associated with this cuckold type.
I find the third type to be the saddest of all. The long suffering wimp that knows what his wife, and the mom of his *******, is doing in her spare time and just barely tolerates it. He doesn't like it, it offends his manhood, he is humiliated in several ways, but he sticks with her. Their wedding vows may not mean much to her but they do to him. It may be the *******, it may be the mortgage, it may be his place in his social circle. Regardless of reason, he watches her go out at night and takes her back when she returns. The poor bastard may eventually either ******* himself to death or stick the shotgun in his mouth.
Then we come to the fourth type, the wittol. Here's the guy that likes, no loves, that his wife is open and forthright enough in her sexuality to indulge herself with other men. This is the guy that encourages his bride to seek out other men or at least to eagerly accept the ones he brings to her. A wittol is exactly the sort of husband that any self respecting man on the prowl for pussy should be searching out and cultivating.
Let's call him a Bull. It's a well deserved moniker for the kind of guy that most couples find most desirable when opening up the master bedroom door to include another man. He's reasonably polished. He's physically clean and capable. He's equipped and competent in the bedroom. And he's respectful of the marriage bond between the couple. You can call him a stud, a player. You may even call him your best friend. He's going to be a very important part of your lives forever, if only in fond memories.
Any way you cut it, the Bull and the wittol are a team. One compliments the other. Any Bull that goes into a cuckold (1), (2) or (3) scenario has to watch his back. His welfare, perhaps his very survival, is always hanging out there. One slip-up and the wet rumpled sheets could turn into a chalk outline on a bedroom floor. But if he teams up with a wittol, he's home free. Not only is most of his prep work done, the girl of his dreams comes gift wrapped. She has a place to stay, paid for. She has a car, paid for. She has a built in baby sitter if necessary. This lucky Bull doesn't have to worry about alibis, hidden emails, or leaving hickeys in nice places.
Every Bull worth his salt should seek out and foster wittols. They are his gateway to paradise. They will cover his back and his tracks, and pick up the tab. All he has to do is treat their wives right. Take care of them in the sack, let him watch once in a while, and maybe take a picture or two to jerk off to later. He doesn't have to abuse the wittol if the wittol doesn't want it. He should respect him, buy him a birthday gift, laugh at his jokes, appreciate what the wittol is giving him . He's the guy that's setting the Bull up with some mighty fine pussy. The wittol is the guy that meets you at the door and hangs up your coat while his wife is unzipping your pants.
So here we are. The wittol gets what he wants. The Bull gets what he wants. And the wife, the center of our attention, gets twice what she wants. She gets an adoring husband and provider and she also gets the excitement of an outside love interest without any complication or subterfuge. She probably won't tell her mom that she has found the secret to wedded bliss but I wouldn't bet that she doesn't tell her daughters. Secrets like this are too good to keep.
