Enduring his weekly visits [Cuckolds Perspective][True]

I write this true story as my wife’s bull is here for yet another night of treating my wife as his own. Our marriage of 36 years set aside again as they spend another night together. Weekly I’m expected to listen to them both enjoy each other’s bodies and minds. It’s a constant reminder from them as to my position. He always strides in confident and with a knowing smirk as I’m expected to greet him cordially and with respect. She treats him to a home cooked dinner before she leaves towards the bedroom to prepare for him. I sit quietly and am always expected to engage him in conversation till she’s ready. After a short wait I see that look on his face and he always gives me that same shit eating grin every week as he rises and walks confidently into our bedroom. They don’t shut the door because she doesn’t care that I have to listen as they make love for the next 3-4 hours before drifting off to sleep together. All of the sounds he makes and the constant verbal encouragement he gives her as she engulfs his 8 inch cock down her throat. The slurping / gulping/gagging sounds as she worships his cock like she used to suck mine. Her loud cries when he enters her pussy holding nothing back as he stretches her willing pussy open. The sound I once heard as she orgasms round after round. Listening to the sounds of the pure sex from the next room as their bodies slap together, her moaning and yelps of true sexual enjoyment constantly touching my ears and my mind. That sound I once personally helped her make but for the last four years have been forbidden from any kind of sexual relationship together I again am here listening to – not experiencing. Me her pussyfree husband , me the cuck, me the sad excuse of a man accepting his fate. It used to excite me. I’d stay hard, masturbate till my inadequate dick was sore. Now I’m left feeling like I should have never asked her to meet him in the first place. She told me after their first couple of months together he would be replacing me in most aspects of our lives and asked me if I had a problem with it. My dick answered for my mind foolishly then. Four years later I’m left to endure these nights alone in the next room forced to try and sleep some can make it to work the next day but being kept up half the night as he fucks her, fucks MY wife, the mother of my kids, the woman I am in love with. It’s my own fault that I’m here. She’s long forgotten my part in our relationship, replacing it with that big cock of his. Likely he’ll eventually be my successor is my prediction but still for now she continues to see I have to endure as they fuck the nights away making my cuck ass only listen.