My ex was in a relationship with a cuckolder a couple of years back. I remember driving home from CC one night, talking on the phone with her, and being pretty perturbed when she told me that. It turned into a bit of a one-way conversation after that point, which I guess she took as an invitation to elaborate. So she did. She had been telling me for some time of how she wanted to visit me, for reasons I'm sure you can imagine. Our relationship didn't end with a break up exactly. More like a division of a few hundred miles. Perhaps it worked out because she annoyed me with her anxieties, but then I don't really care much about anxieties--or, rather, take them seriously. I cared about her, so I let her talk and then rationalized what I thought was appropriate. This kind of continued a few years after our relationship ended because I didn't have a girlfriend, so why not. This cycle went on where we would talk for a couple of days and then she would start unloading shit on me. Usually it would happen that she would then either tell me about something sexual concerning whoever her current boyfriend was or chastise me for dating, and then I would stop talking to her for a few months until she called me on some lonely night when the cycle would repeat.
Anyways, the guy was a bit older than her and had trouble getting it up (apparently cuckolding did the trick, but then of course the pleasure was reserved for his hand). She wanted to visit me and proposed an offer. I was still disoriented from the fact that she could get into her boyfriend cuckolding. I said maybe. A few days later she says, oh yeah, he's got to listen on the phone. It was probably not until six months later that we spoke after that.