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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:46 pm 
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SutterKane wrote:
Too long, don't bother reading!

Zona wrote:
SutterKane wrote:
I'm just glad the two of you are doing well and that all the unasked for "Preaching" and "Advice" you get on here hasn't run you off.
I do have a question that has been bothering me since you left Guatemala but I hate to bring it up. Did you ever hear anything on the fate Augustin and his son?

The preaching and advice that you tell the OP to ignore is well intended. You either don’t see the risk Wade presents, or you don’t care. Are you willing to see the destruction of their marriage just so you can get your thrill?

I’ve seen far too many marital train wrecks occur because the wife falls in love with her BF. I could name NINE that l am personally familiar with. There are dozens more.

Edited to correct typo.


Zona, I'm at a bit of a loss at your response.

The preaching and advice that you tell the OP to ignore is well intended.
Where in this thread did I advocate "Pro" or "Con"? I don't think my post questioned anybodies "intentions". My statement was directed at the aggressive level of "Advice" Ky has been given over the length of his thread. Reading back over my post, I fail to see where I said or implied "ignore" anything.

You either don’t see the risk Wade presents, or you don’t care.

I didn't mention Wade. I didn't advocate "Do" or "Don't do" anything. I don't feel qualified to to give the people living this particular cuck/hotwife scenario any advice. I don't have an opinion on who shot JFK either, but lots of folks do. Strong ones too.
On the "or you don't care" part, still don't see where you draw that inference from. I posted to show that I, in fact, care and wanted him to know that he/they have my support and best wishes. I had enough concern that I asked about any word on his friend Augstin's fate. I had hoped he and his son might have turned up safe later on. Sadly, it was not to be so.

Are you willing to see the destruction of their marriage just so you can get your thrill?

Once again I can't see where I said(or implied)anything about what he/she, Wade, Derick, the mailman or the family dog should do. I was just offering my support and commenting on the highly emotionally charged "Advice" he was being given on this and his other thread. I have watched OP's run off this forum due to aggressive and demanding comments. A thread that offers insight into a unique point of view, situation and the opportunity to learning more about this life for one member, can be one that causes fear and anxiety and need to "Warn" the OP in another member and still another demand that the OP live out that members personal fantasy scenario. Everybody is trying to have THEIR needs met. Sometimes the OP's needs get lost in all that.
The way I see it is we are on the ground at a private air show, if you will. We have been given a special privilege to even be here. The pilot is attempting complicated dangerous maneuvers. The pilot is on the radio telling us of what he has and will be attempting. Not trying to relay each and every bit of info that he, and only he, is privy to. He knows that he is pushing this plane beyond what 99% of pilots would be comfortable with. Some folks on the ground are sure that the plane will break apart. Some are sure that he will fly into the ground. Some want him to go balls to the wall and shove the stick forward regardless of the cost to himself or his plane. Some are hoping that he does crash, so they can say "See! I warned him that this would happen!". Some want him to go faster and fly higher so he will crash. Me? I hope he and his plane do a victory roll over the field after doing whatever maneuvers he decides to do.
I don't know what he knows. I don't know his skill level. I don't know his level of faith in his plane. I don't know his level of risk that he is willing to endure. I simply don't have all the info he has. If I did, I might be the one calling the for the ambulance and corner. Or I might just slap him on the back and say "You got this, kid!"and go take a nap until he lands. As it is, I'm just a spectator in the bleachers, Hoping and praying that he and his plane return to earth, safe and sound. I'm funny like that.

I've seen far too many marital train wrecks occur because the wife falls in love with her BF. I could name NINE that l am personally familiar with. There are dozens more.

I'm a 1%er biker. I ride hard and fast. I ride 2-3 thousand miles a month. I bury 3-4 club brothers a year in a good year, more in a bad one. Most killed by drunks or people in cars not paying attention, but some by taking a curve faster than they could handle, by hitting a pothole at 120 mph or clipping a curb at 25 mph. I've been almost killed more times than I can count. I was rear ended and knocked of my bike at 70 miles an hour a few years ago, still walk with a limp. I have a real good idea what risk I take. I keep my bike in top shape. I don't ride with bad tires or brakes. I change the oil once a month. Got good insurance. I wear a helmet(After you've sat on the side of the road holding someones head together waiting on an ambulance, you tend to), gloves, canvas pants and vest. I control for the factors that I can reasonable control for. But when I mount that bike, the factors I can't control for increase exponentially. Still hop on and ride. It's like a wire in the blood. Kinda like this life. As Hunter Thompson said- "Better to be shot out of a cannon than squeezed out of a tube".

Zona, I looked back over my only two other post in this thread. Still can't find where I said or implied what you felt I said/ implied. I think I have been consistent in my statements. Here they are. Feel free to point out my oversight.

my first post on this thread July 6th, 2018
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You have give us a amazing look into your world, but thats all it is, a look. We see into that glass but darkly. You and Jaimee are they only ones that have any real idea what is really going on between you. You two should be the only ones that matter in this adventure. Read what the other posters have said and cautioned you about but remember that advice is generally only worth what you pay for it. Just like mine here :)



My second post from Aug. 4th
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Ky I hope the two of you are finding your happiness, whatever and wherever that takes you both. But if you would, drop us a line and let us know the two of you are OK. We worry.


Zona, If I spoke or implied anything that you felt was an attack on you or your point of view, I most humbly apologize. I think you feel strongly about things. I bet you yell at the T.V. too :P

Edited for Correction! I made a post after Zona's comments to me that I failed to account for. It was my condolences to Ky on hearing the Augustin was indeed dead.




So you don't think your quote is written in the pejorative? The words "unasked for Preaching", all by itself, certainly sounds that way to me:

SutterKane wrote:
I'm just glad the two of you are doing well and that all the unasked for "Preaching" and "Advice" you get on here hasn't run you off.


Some of us have been on here long enough to see dozens of marriages crash and burn. We "preachers" and "advice givers" are simply trying to make the OP see the red flags that are clearly waving with regard to Jamie being in love with Wade and being fucked by him far more often than her husband.

And some of us remember how close he came to losing her to Derrick, who, if he hadn't been such an asshole would surely have taken her from Ky. Wade isn't the asshole Derrick was which makes him a hell of a lot more of a risk.

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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 9:23 pm 
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SutterKane wrote:
The way I see it is we are on the ground at a private air show, if you will. We have been given a special privilege to even be here. The pilot is attempting complicated dangerous maneuvers. The pilot is on the radio telling us of what he has and will be attempting. Not trying to relay each and every bit of info that he, and only he, is privy to. He knows that he is pushing this plane beyond what 99% of pilots would be comfortable with. Some folks on the ground are sure that the plane will break apart. Some are sure that he will fly into the ground. Some want him to go balls to the wall and shove the stick forward regardless of the cost to himself or his plane. Some are hoping that he does crash, so they can say "See! I warned him that this would happen!". Some want him to go faster and fly higher so he will crash. Me? I hope he and his plane do a victory roll over the field after doing whatever maneuvers he decides to do.
I don't know what he knows. I don't know his skill level. I don't know his level of faith in his plane. I don't know his level of risk that he is willing to endure. I simply don't have all the info he has. If I did, I might be the one calling the for the ambulance and corner. Or I might just slap him on the back and say "You got this, kid!"and go take a nap until he lands. As it is, I'm just a spectator in the bleachers, Hoping and praying that he and his plane return to earth, safe and sound. I'm funny like that.



I would like to nominate this section to the International Analogy Hall of Fame!
(so what if there is no such thing).

Well done.


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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 10:21 pm 
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Please, Ky don't get bothered by any negative comments here. Under the pretext of giving advice some people just want you to make feel bad. I just hope you continue to share your journey with your beloved wife here :)

I'm sure I'm not the only one to look forward to your next updates.


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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 11:29 pm 
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Congrats to Wade for playing the long game.


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Unread postPosted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 10:15 am 
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Ky_Da wrote:
To clarify, the experience I wrote about a couple of days ago happened almost two weeks ago, and since then, my wife’s been slowly turning up the heat. It started a few days after we got back when I was at work and I saw a pop-up notification in the lower right corner of my computer monitor alerting me Jaimee had uploaded new files to our shared Dropbox folder. Now this folder hasn’t been updated in a while, so as soon as I was alone in my office, I opened up the folder and found about a dozen new pictures.

I opened the first one and what I saw instantly gave me a hardon. I could see my wife’s lips wrapped around a good size cock. The picture cut off most of her face, only showing her stretched lips. I realized pretty quickly that this wasn’t Wade’s cock. She had taken this cock all the way to the root, and she can’t even come close to doing that with Wade. The rest of the pictures were similar. I could tell that the guy was wearing slacks, and I got a couple of glimpses of a desk, but nothing more that I could use to identify whose cock it was. She had taken these pictures about mid-morning so it had happened while she was at work. The last picture was a total porn style cum shot, taken from above with her mouth open and a mouthful of spunk while she was looking directly at the camera. In seconds I had my phone out and was calling her. It went to voicemail but I got a text from her almost instantly.

Text: Can’t talk now, my slutty little cunt’s demanding some attention.

I sent her back a text which went unanswered. In fact, the rest of the day passed without a word from her. I had to work late, as I’ve been doing a lot lately, and when I got home, I found her in the kitchen baking bread. She was conservatively dressed and wearing an apron. It was like a scene from some 1950s TV show.

I stood in the kitchen, lust flaring through my veins, and she looks at me, smiles, and says, “Dinner is in the refrigerator.” She was acting like it was just any other day, like nothing had happened. She was acting all innocent and like she was blissfully unaware of her raging husband standing inside the kitchen doorway.

Acting on total instinct, I walked over to her, turned her around so that she was facing the island’s counter top, pulled her skirt and panties down enough to be out of the way, and entered her from behind. She let out a loud squeal but that changed quickly into a low and throaty moan as I fucked her over the island. I pushed her hips up onto the island so that her feet were dangling above the floor. God, I love my short little wife. Her pussy was loose and sopping wet, but I felt her muscles pinching down on me as I pumped in and out of her. I came as hard and almost had to sit down my head was spinning so badly. I was panting and really starting to sweat it had been so fucking intense.

Jaimee slid herself down from the island and her skirt fell back into place. She had flour all over her front. The apron caught a lot of it, but there was flour everywhere. She looked down at herself and then gave me a very coy smile and said, “I guess I should bake bread more often—I had no idea it would fancy it this much.”

“It wasn’t the fucking bread woman.” I growled out. “Who was that in those pictures you uploaded? Who did you fuck today?”

My wife’s attention turned from me to her skirt as she began to crane her head around to look at her backside the best that she could. She put her hand down the front of her skirt towards her cunt, “I have to go clean up, Ky. You actually came a lot,” she said without answering me.

“Fuck cleaning up, Jaimee,” I was trying to sound all alpha and aggressive, and I think I was doing a pretty good job of it, but my wife was having none of it. She gave me a look that told me everything—I wasn’t in charge. But I pressed on anyway, “I want to know who had his cock inside my wife.”

Jaimee came over to me, put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek, “Of course you do, my handsome cucky.”

But she still didn’t answer me. She took of her apron, set it on the counter and walked out of the kitchen into the front room. I followed her up to the bedroom where she started to remove her flour coated blouse and skirt, all the while completely ignoring me.

“Seriously, Jaimee,” I said, not happy with how pleading my voice sounded, “Who was that?”

She was completely nude now, her short hair mussed and disheveled. She approached me and then when she was only a foot away, she gave me a push so that I sat on the edge of the bed. My gorgeous, raven haired wife them pushed me until my upper body was lying down on the bed, my feet still planted on the floor. She then crawled over me until her cunt was right over my mouth.

“You owe me an orgasm, cuck-boy,” she said as she looked down at me, the rings in her nipples hanging about a foot above me—yeah, she put them back in a while ago and they’ve never come back out—and I was so horny that I dove in without reservation. I didn’t even think about the fact that I had barely cum in her minutes ago. To be honest, I was so over the top filled with lust that I didn’t even think about it. I just went at it with all that I could. Like a lot of guys, I’ve tasted my cum, and I found it to be horrible. Despite being very appreciative of my wife’s efforts and willingness to swallow, I don’t know how she does it and looks like she likes it—how she makes it look sexy even. But I guess if your blood is really pumping the lust through your veins, your taste buds don’t work as well, or maybe it was just a one-off, I don’t know. Before long, my wife was really grinding herself on me. She had my head locked into a sex vice of sorts, squeezing her thighs tightly against my head as she came. And man did she cum. Long and hard. So beautiful.

She flopped onto the bed, near comatose. I undressed crawled on top of her and we kissed deeply. It was so erotic because my face was covered from her pussy juice and my jizz, but she didn’t even seem to notice. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and made love to her for as long as I could hold out—which was a while since I’d already cum once.

After, while we were both laying next to each other, I asked, “So who was the guy?”

Jaimee gave me a sultry laugh and pulled my head into an embrace so that my cheek was pressed against her breasts, “poor cuck-boy, so hot and bothered, always wanting what he can’t have.”

We stayed awake talking until way too late that night, but try as I might, I couldn’t get her to tell me who she had been with. I know she would have told me if I’d given up my safeword—I could tell she was enjoying the game, so I decided to let it play and see what developed from it. I think she’s been with Greg, but when I asked her if it was him, she was too smooth and didn’t give up any clues. I suspect it’s him, but I’m not certain. As a quick reminder, Greg is a man she met, and fucked once, earlier this year. She met him through work as he’s in the same basic industry. I know Greg wanted to pursue more with Jaimee, but, well, the game didn’t break that way back then.

After that incident, all was calm on the cuckold front for a couple of days. Then it was like Déjà vu, I got another popup alert and more pictures in Dropbox. This time I was already alone in the office and so I immediately went to take a look. This time, the picture was taken from the guy’s perspective. A condom wrapped cock – it looked like the last mystery cock – was deeply imbedded in my wife. Her legs splayed out, her pussy sloppy and wet with the cloth from her G-string pulled to the side. That night was a repeat of the first night with amazing sex and me trying, and failing, to get her to tell me the name of guy.

“So what John does that cock belong to?” I asked her as she was on top of me, riding my dick. I could feel her moving her hips, trying to find just the right angle, but I could see that she was having a hard time finding what she was looking for. I just wasn’t doing it for her. Which is a feeling that is both erotic and devastating at the same time.

“Who said his name was John,” she asked me, a bit of frustration in her voice. She laid her head on my chest and was thrusting down, pushing on my dick almost hard enough to be painful.

“I meant a John, as in what the cops call a male customer picking up hookers.”

Her head shot up and for the briefest of seconds I saw red flames in her eyes, but she realized quickly that I was trying to bait her and so she laughed it off, “funny cuck-boy,” she said sarcastically. She then lifted her hips until my dick slipped out of her pussy. Pinning my dick between us, she started to grind her clit over my hardon. It seemed to do the trick and moments later she was cumming.

…One thing my wife is very good at is making herself cum.

She laid down next to me. I looked at her flush face, a light perspiration on her forehead, “You look content,” I commented.

She returned my smile easily, “I should hope so after getting stuffed by two cocks and one dick in the same day.”

“No fucking way!” I nearly shouted. “Who is this guy Jaimee?”

She shrugged her shoulders at me. Her smile grew a little wider. Then she gave me this pouty look, and almost a teasingly condescension said, “Does my cuck-boy really want to know what new lover has had his big cock in my slutty pussy?”

“Yes dammit,” I blurted in near desperation. She was killing me with this new game. “I think I should know who’s fucking my wife.”

I watched in fascination as she absorbed what I’d just said because a look of pure eroticism passed over her features as she bit onto her lower lip and closed her eyes briefly. She smiled again as a look of pure contentment settled onto her face. “Tell me cuck-boy, what did you think of the cock in the pictures?”

I hesitated for a moment, this was not a question I was prepared for. What the hell was she asking me this for. I knew it wasn’t for nothing. She’s very calculating that way—cunning even. “It was a cock. It was in my wife. What do you want me to say?” I managed to ask in a calmer voice.

She propped herself up on her pillow. “What did you like about it? What did you find attractive about it?”

Side note: Did you pick up on how she asked the questions? I did as soon as she said them. I’ve been married to her long enough to know her crafty ways—at least some of them. You see, she didn’t ask me if I liked it, or if I found it attractive. She automatically jumped to ‘what’ did you find attractive about it, pushing the implication and the assumption that I found it attractive in the first place.

“Don’t manipulate me you little twat,” I scolded teasingly. “I don’t find anything attractive about another man’s junk. No man has an attractive cock—it’s just a cock.”

She shot me a sneer but went on undeterred all the same, “That’s not true and it’s also very short sighted of you since someday you’ll be every bit the pro I am when it comes to gagging on them.”

I couldn’t hold it in. I laughed pretty hard at that. “No fucking way,” I said bluntly, shaking my head. “I just wasn’t made that way. I’ve never found the thought of sucking a cock to be attractive—never have—never will. I might—MIGHT—try it someday just to fulfill your crazy fantasy, but that’s a long way away from becoming a pro at it.”

Her sneer turned into a smile, and it was way too sincere a smile for my liking. She’s up to something, I couldn’t help thinking. “Indulge me love,” she said, “let your insecurities go and just let yourself open up to a new thought,” she moved closer to me so that she could talk softer, “Let me tell you about what makes a cock sexy,” she reached down and lightly touched my dick, “First is the feel. The skin is always so soft, so smooth. And of course, the taste is amazing,” she said seductively. She then licked my neck, “through a cock, you can feel a man’s arousal,” she continued. “You can tell what he likes because it swells and expands in your hands and in your mouth. When you first put a cock in your mouth, your tongue will feel the soft, but firm veins that run down it’s length. The way the shaft meets the head of a penis is fascinating. Each one is so different, but still kind of the same.” She had me hard yet again, and she was slowly stroking my dick in her hand.

“Do you think I have a sexy cock?” I asked, not really sure I wanted the answer. She hesitated so I pressed, “Be honest—what do you think?”

“It’s sufficient, but no, not really sexy.”

“Ouch,” I said, a little hurt, but mostly turned on.

“Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I have small boobs—I accept that and move on,” she chided me.

“That’s not the same, babe,” I replied, “your breasts are perfect—and very sexy.”

I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she liked what I’d said, even though she replied, “Well, I’m happy my cuck-boy thinks so. That’s all that matters—now stop distracting me,” she said and returned back to her musings, “you can feel when your lover is getting close to his orgasm because it swells even more. There’s all this anticipation and you know you’re close. And then is twitches in your mouth and starts to spasm, and you feel this warm gush hit your throat. It’s all so brilliant that you can’t believe how much you enjoy it. After you do it a few times, it starts to get addicting. You start to fascinate about different cocks, bigger cocks.”

After a moment of silence, I said, “That was incredibly descriptive.” And it was. I only wrote what I could remember, but she went on about cocks for a good ten minutes.

“So, what about the cock in today’s picture did you like?” she asked again.

I thought for a moment and finally found what I thought would be fairly innocuous, “That it seemed to be making you happy,” I said.

She lightly punched my shoulder, “You’re being purposefully gormless, Ky.”

“Not really, you just don’t understand how averse I am to thinking about another guy’s cock. I can’t help it.”

She seemed to deflate a little after I said that. We were quite and just enjoyed being together for a time. I reached down and gently manipulated one of her nipple rings. It’s something I’ve found I enjoy doing when we’re near each other and I can get away with it. Short hair, nipple rings, yeah, she’d made some big changes in this last year. I miss her long hair, and she assures me that she’ll start growing it out again soon, but she’s enjoying the change for now.

The last couple of weeks have been interesting—different than times past. One day we seem to play the game, dialing it up and her pushing my buttons. Then a couple of days go by and it’s like we’re not playing at all. It’s just normal, everyday life. Maybe this is the balance we’ve been trying to find. One thing I’ve learned about the balance of things is that it’s a constant effort. The minute you stop working at it is when you fall off of the high-wire.

Her time with Wade has been fairly consistent. They see each other every day at his gym, and fuck often. But she sleeps at our house, although Wade has spent the night a couple of times. I know there are mixed opinions on Wade and his intentions, but to us he’s been nothing but great. He could easily have a girl on each arm if he wanted to, but for now he’s content to have Jaimee as often as she’ll let him—which yes, is fairly frequent. He’ll make the occasional comment to push my buttons that Jaimee’s the first girl he’s been able to perfectly custom fit to his cock, and now that she fits him so well, he’s remiss to find another girl. I think Jaimee put him up to saying that to me actually.

Jaimee and Wade are close. And that should probably scare me more. But I’m good with it. The people that frequent that particular CrossFit gym all pretty much think that the two of them are an item—and while they’re there, they are. She has a good group of close workout friends there. She’s happy. It was mentioned that some of the things Wade said should be raising flags, and also that they closeness of their relationship should also send up flags. I’ll just say, you might be right, but realistically, shouldn’t everything done and talked about on this forum send up flags? Are some flags just a little brighter red than others? I mean really, our significant others are engaging in sexual relationships with other people. If that isn’t a recipe for disaster, I don’t know what is, and yet, we don’t stop. It’s all pretty fucking crazy. Also, from what I’ve read on this forum, what my wife and I have done is NOTHING compared to a lot of the things I’ve read on here. In fact, I’d say we’re one of the most tame and boring couple in this lifestyle.

On another note, I finally agreed to try a cage. She’s pretty happy about it. She loves the idea of leaving me locked up while she’s out getting her freak on with her boyfriend. I think it’s a power trip for her. Anyway, she ordered one online that’s supposed to arrive in a couple of days. It rated okay and wasn’t too expensive. I’m not ready to spring for the highly rated jail-bird just yet. This is just something to try for now. She finally wore me down I guess.


KY,

The entire OHW Universe is so glad that you are back! Your relationship with Jaimee is one that most of us can only fantasize about. We who hope to get our wives into this are constantly having to explain why we want this and what we could possibly get out of this to our wives. Most of us (me included) will probably NEVER get our wives to seriously consider this lifestyle. What you and Jaimee have is Cuckold Nirvana! She seems to understand and embrace your kink to the fullest extent and enjoys the extra sex and pushing your buttons! I think she knows you better than yourself as evidenced by your comment that "she finally wore me down I guess". You have admitted to being a cuck-oholic and she knows that you will try whatever she wants because you want it too.

Let us know when the cage arrives and how she turns up the heat! She will fucking Wade at will and maybe the "John" too while you are locked which will be amazing. Maybe you will only get clean-up duty while caged and she will make you wait for days or weeks to enter her.

Thanks for your incredible story! Again, sorry to hear about your friend Augustin, condolences to everyone.

Southernman


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Unread postPosted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 10:29 am 
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Life this week has overall been pretty normal. My wife’s seen her boyfriend a few times as usual, which happens in the late afternoon so we end up getting home at almost the same time—unless I have to work late. We went on a nice bike ride down the beach, got home kind of late, had a shower, and a nice quickie before bed. After, my wife was sitting Indian-style on the bed, completely naked and touching and looking at her pussy.

When she caught me looking, she just said, “My pussy’s not so small anymore is it?”

That caught me by surprise. Was this like a woman asking her husband if he thought she was fat? She didn’t seem to be too emotional about the statement, just basically stating it like it was fact.

When I didn’t answer right away she said, “It used to be more closed up, my lips used to be smaller. Now I think it’s bigger, and my lips are fatter.”

“It looks the same to me,” I told her, “but with as much sex as you’ve been having lately, and with a boyfriend being as big as a baseball bat, it doesn’t really have much time to, you know, rest.”

She snorted a laugh, “Maybe that’s it yeah. Does it bother you?”

“No,” I said more confidently, “It feels and looks the same to me—unless you’re fresh from being with Wade, then, well, yeah—there’s a difference.”

“Liquid velvet?” she said questioningly, using a phrase I’d told her about in the past.

I nodded, “Exactly, soft, smooth, perfection…”

“Your infatuation with me having a loose pussy is still one that surprises me. It goes against everything we women think,” my wife turned slightly to look at me, “You have to understand, women can be merciless towards each other, and taunting a woman about her fanny is always popular.”

“Maybe back in school, but I doubt that’s the case in the adult world,” I retorted.

My wife just laughed at my remark, “Ky, women can be just as cruel as men no matter what stage of life we’re in. A woman can dress up all slutty for Halloween for example, and all the men think she’s hot, and all the women will compliment her on her costume to her face, but then later, they’ll be the cattiest bitches and gossip like clucking hens about how slutty so-and-so was, and what a whore she was.”

“What’s this really about, Jaimee? Are you the one feeling self-conscious now?”

My wife laughed again and sighed, “I suppose maybe a little. A couple of new bints at the gym have been making comments about me.”

“Probably just jealous. You’re hot, in amazing shape, and shagging the owner. If I was female, I’d be jealous.”

She laid back down onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, and said something that caused me to pause and think, “The longer we play the game, the more I feel like a slut, but the less it bothers me, too.” “When I let mind wander—and I mean really wander, and conjure up the naughtiest thoughts I can think of, I feel this intense heat build up inside me. It’s bloody intense. It makes me want to play the game more—and experiment more… I know I feel different to you after I’ve been with Wade… because you feel different to me, too.”

She had my attention. “How so? Describe it to me,” I asked.

She smirked at me, “Always my little cuck-boy,” she said before starting her explanation, “It’s not that I can’t feel you. I’ve read about how the wife claims she can no longer feel her husband, but that’s rubbish. I can still feel you. But it’s more of a light touch now. It’s not as intense of a feeling,” she paused until I looked up at her and she asked, “I’ve read the stories online, Ky. Be completely honest with me—and yourself. Do you like the idea of your wife not being sexually satisfied by her husband any longer? Do you fancy me being ruined by other men forever, being a slutty cunt to other men?”

Ugh, she pushed some cuck buttons with those questions, but as much as I wanted to say yes, I rallied what few thoughts I could and replied, “No, yes, and yes in that order.” Her brow raised slightly, “No, I don’t like the idea of not being able to sexually satisfy you, but yes, I like the thought of you being ruined so-to-speak by other men, and yes,” I paused for a second, “I love you accepting the fact that you’re a complete slut.”

She smiled at me and said, “Good answer cuck-boy,” she’s been using the term cuck-boy a lot lately. She used to describe someone from back home she knew as “posh-boy”. He was an entitled, snobby boy from a well-to-do family and so she gave him that nickname, so maybe it’s a play on that. She then said, “Come over here and go down on me while I talk.”

I rolled over onto my stomach and she immediately spread her legs for me. She ran her fingers through my hair as I started to kiss her mow ‘larger’ lips. I think they’re exactly the same as they’ve always been. Her pussy is so perfect. Her lips poke out just enough to be visible. She always keeps herself perfectly shaven down there and her aroma is addicting.

“So, the mystery cock--,” she began but then abruptly stopped. My head had shot up as soon as I heard her the words mystery cock, “Tsk-tsk, you lick, I talk.” What a task master! I went back to work though, “The mystery cock,” she began again, “belongs to our friend Bennett.” I started to raise my head up, but I felt her grip in my hair tighten, “I’ll tell you everything, but only if you’re pleasing me.” Right then, back to work. “Bennett’s old company realized how valuable he was and so they made-him-an-offer-he-couldn’t-refuse,” she said, trying to imitate the Godfather, but failed horribly. “He called me when he got back in town, and we’ve gotten together a couple of times for lunch.

“The first time, I went up to his office. He’s not on the top floor, but close enough, it’s a brilliant view,” she mused. “He has a private office and he had lunch brought up for both of us. We had a great chat while we ate, he’s so much happier now—and making a lot more money. We were sitting on a couple of office chairs by the window so I could look down and see all the cars and the people walking by, I wish I had an office like that. But as we were finishing, I noticed that he was sitting forward in his chair. Ky, he was hard and was feeling a little embarrassed about it.”

I had been slowly tonguing around the perimeter of her pussy, but now I slipped my tongue in a little deeper and was awarded with a nice, slow sigh. She took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve always liked Bennett, but his confidence level was never very good, but something’s changed. He’s still Bennett, mind, but he has more confidence than he did before… I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I got down onto my knees between his legs… oh, he made a half-effort to stop me, but it didn’t last… you know, I’d forgotten how beautiful of a cock Bennett has. It’s the perfect size, and has a nice curved shape to it.”

Glancing up, I could see a very blissful, dreamy look on my wife’s features as she recalled the details.

“I swirled my tongue around its head, and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. There was precum oozing out everywhere. I love that feeling I get when I first put a man’s cock in my mouth. The taste as it hits my tongue, the feeling of his skin rubbing over my lips, how I can feel every little movement he makes as I take him in deeper. You saw that picture. Bennett is the perfect size for going down on. He fits perfectly in my throat. I had barely started when I felt his whole body tighten and he came in my mouth. But unlike you, he stayed completely hard, and so I kept going. I was gentle at first because I know you blokes are sensitive for a few minutes, but it didn’t take long before he was ready for me to be his little cum bucket again.”

Fuck, she was killing me with the details. I was rock hard and trying to hump the sheets as I continued to eat her pussy.

“He came so much, Ky. The poor guy probably hasn’t had a good release since we were last together. But I was a good girl and swallowed all of it. And then I did it all over again. Your wife’s slutty little mouth made him cum twice in ten minutes. I’m quite proud of that. I mean, I can get you to cum in less time, but you’re my little cuck-boy and have no control.”

Her legs were tightening around my head, so I knew I was making progress. She pulled me in tighter and started rocking her hips against me.

“The next day I let him fuck me on his desk,” she picked up again, her voice a little more strained from my ministrations. “He said it was something he’d always dreamed of doing, I guess you could say it was on his cum-bucket list.” She joked, “This whole week I’ve been getting free lunches and cheating on my husband in the middle of the day. What do you think of that, cuck-boy? Your whore of a wife has been fucking two different men all week,” her voice was even more strained and I knew I had her on the brink, “Everyday this week,” she groaned out, “I’ve had two cocks that were bigger than my cuck-boy’s.”

I could tell she was trying to stave off her orgasm. She was tightening her muscles and pushing my head away just slightly, trying to make it last longer. But this just made me want to double my efforts, hehe.

“Do you like liking your wife’s new pussy, cuck-boy? It’s not yours anymore, but you know that already—that’s what you want. My pussy now fits perfectly around my boyfriend’s cock. Even blindfolded I would know what his cock felt like because it’s been deep inside me so many times.” I heard her whimper and I knew she was holding on by only a thread. “This slut fucks her boyfriend more than her husband. Even just thinking about my boyfriend makes my cunt spasm with anticipation,” she nearly shrieked as she started to cum. Her body was turning to the side but at the same time her legs were locked onto my head. It felt like she was clawing at the headboard until I felt her hands back into my hair, gripping me tightly as she groaned and continued to cum.
I tried to keep going down on her, but she had hit that ultra-sensitive stage and was now actively trying to push me away. If I even breathed on her pussy it was send her into a frenzy, so of course I continued to torture her as she struggled to free herself and begged me to stop. Fuck I love eating her pussy.

“I love you,” I told her as sincerely as I could.

“I hope you always feel that way?” she said softly, her breath still coming in pants.

I nodded more emphatically, “That I can promise you. You are one in million. I’m never letting you go.”

“Good,” she stated matter of factly, “because men like Wade will come and go, but I need you to always be there. Plus, that was a blinding orgasm you just have me—I’m not giving that up now that I’ve got you properly trained.”

She seemed pensive after a time, so I put on some music I knew that she would like, and we laid there and talked for quite a while. The nights have been warm, and so she was content to lay naked on top of the sheets. God she’s the mark of perfection. I admire her beauty but then I realize that I’m envisioning her—thinking about her being fucked by another man. My gorgeous wife is naked, right next to me, and I’m fantasizing about her being with other men.

We eventually killed the lights and she was asleep in seconds. I can tell because she makes all sorts of cute little noises when she sleeps. I miss seeing her hair slayed across the pillow, but the short hairstyle is sexy as shit, too. I was amazed as I watched her. Here was the lithe, beautiful woman that looked so innocent, prim and proper on the outside, but on the inside is a continuously developing sexual goddess of lascivious debauchery. I’ve given spark to a fire that’s quickly grown beyond what I can contain.

Wade stayed over recently, and it really was amazing to see how sexually connected they are (literally and figuratively). Even though he’s sporting a massive tool between his legs, she lets it slide into her like it belonged there. I have no idea how many times they’ve had sex—I only know that the number is pretty fucking high now. This night they were really into each other and the sex was passionate and furious. At some point I noticed that the condom had torn, and it quickly spit so that his bare cock entered her fertile pussy. He noticed it instantly and pulled out, but my wife only ripped it off and then pulled him back inside of her. I heard her cry, “Oh, so much better!” as he shoved his cock back into her.

I was stunned into paralysis. One side of my brain told me that her most fertile time was still a long way off and that it was probably fairly safe, but the other side was screaming at me to demand that they put a condom back on. That night I sat there and did nothing as a man fucked my fertile wife in front of my eyes. Jaimee’s nails were digging deeply into his back, but he did force himself to pull out and seconds later was cumming on her chest and face. I’ve mentioned this before, but not only is my wife’s boyfriend hung like horse, he cums like a fire engine. If that cock was ever to be released during the time she’s ovulating, she’d instantly be two weeks pregnant with quadruplets.

We all talked after, once our libidos had calmed some and agreed that we can’t let that happen again. Jaimee’s either got to go back on birth control or they’ll have to switch to the Durex condoms only because they seem to be thicker and harder to break. The whole pregnancy thing has been coming up a lot on this forum lately, or maybe I’m just paying more attention to it—I don’t know. It really is like the MOST extreme cuckold fantasy. Just the mere thought about my wife getting pregnant by Wade makes my heart beat so hard my chest hurts. If it happened on accident, well, whatever, we’ll raise the kid. But it really my worst nightmare. There’s something deeply rooted in me that wants this kid to be my flesh and blood. I want to create that little life with my wife, and not let some insane fantasy swamp my dreams of a family. Plus, this is dealing with an actual life. Once kids come into the picture, you have to do right by them.

It took me a while to fall asleep that night. I stayed awake for a long time thinking things over. I’ve had a number of ‘concerned citizens’ pm me and make comments about Wade and how he’s slowly taking my wife away. I can’t help but feel a pang of jealously at times because of the pleasure he gives my wife. Tonight’s oral session was great with her, and I was thrilled to have given her a great orgasm, but she more or less did that to herself, using me as way to get herself off. I’ve learned through this whole experience that the adrenaline and the lust can overpower the feelings of angst and jealousy for a time. That is until I get my release, at which point the adrenaline and lust diminish enough to let the jealous and angst flood my senses. I think this may be a reason the cage works for some guys. It keeps you in a state of near constant arousal and lets the adrenaline and lust overpower the feelings of jealously and angst. But I’ve also learned that I crave those feelings of angst, too. Maybe I do need a certain amount of pain in my life.

Well all these thoughts were running through my head, and I found that as I reflected on the revelation that Bennett was back in the picture, and Jaimee seemed to enjoy herself with him a lot more than before, that I liked the idea of her hooking up with him. Maybe it is because he could provide something of a counterbalance to Wade. He is after all a lot closer to her age than Wade is. They share a lot of things in common, and Jaimee seems impressed with some of the changes he’s made in his life. This could work out well.

Another topic I spent a lot of time thinking about is that my wife’s job. She has been working her ass off trying to get deals she’s been working on to the finish line. She’s done enough in sales to keep her job, and her boss, Noah, has been a good mentor to her and also been fairly patient, but I know she’s feeling the pressure to do more than justify her salary. On more occasions that we can count, she’s had deals extremely close to the finish line, only to lose out to a competitor at the last second. I know it’s been frustrating for her, but it’s only made her try harder. Whining and dining customers are a huge part of that business and from an outsider’s point of view (mine), it looks like these little cadres of networks are formed and they really watch each other’s backs. A doctor actually forms a very close and personal relationship with the manufacture’s rep who supplies him the hardware he needs. And once you’re in, you’re in. So long as you don’t go fuck yourself.

So Jaimee’s been working very diligently to build that rapport with a number of doctors and various hospital reps. Yes, some have bought from her, but she hasn’t landed that whale so to speak. We talked a lot about this a few weeks back, specifically, she was talking about how to complete a deal with a group of doctors and hospital reps in Seattle. She’s made a number of trips up there, taken clients out to expensive restaurants and bars, but they still haven’t been convinced that she’s the one to go with. Her boss went with her on one of the trips, and he actually did complete some smaller deals, which pissed off my wife to no end. Here she’d been working for weeks and weeks to make a sale, and he gets more done in one trip than she has since the beginning. I tried to tell her that there’s a reason he’s the boss. He’s very good at what he does. Plus, he’s a guy in his early 50s, he’s experienced, trusted, has a name in the industry. All this helps.

That’s when I made a comment, and it got a different reaction than I thought it would.

“Maybe you should sleep with one of them,” I said almost flippantly.

Her lips pursed slightly, “I’ve thought about it, but I’ve been hoping to make this work without spreading my legs… that feels like cheating.”

I just shrugged my shoulders, “Sometimes you have to work with what you’ve got.”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Noah, said something similar to that a couple of months ago,” she said, referring to her boss.

“Great minds think alike,” I commented dryly, “You have to think creatively.”

“That rules you out then, Ky. You’re an engineer. You don’t have a creative bone in your body,” she shot back. …she’s not wrong about that though. “Do you really think I should?” she asked me sincerely.

“Look,” I responded in equal sincerity. “This one is completely up to you. I’ll support you if this is what you want, but it’s defiantly some risky territory.”

She nodded slowly and I could tell she was really entertaining the idea, “I can’t lose another sale to those Texas tossers,” she said, referring to her competition that seems to get most of the contracts.

Like I said earlier, this was a conversation that I’d had with my wife a little while back. She really has been working her butt off trying to get a deal done with this group in Seattle. Some very large contracts are in the balance—it’s amazing how much some of this medical equipment sales for. The numbers are just astounding. She’s probably headed back up to Seattle soon with her boss. I know she wants to get this done 100% on her own, but I don’t blame her for wanting to have some help. I can’t help but let my mind wander and imagine her sleeping with potential clients to help seal a deal. But alas, it’s probably just going to be a fantasy.

When I really look back on it, and I’ve mentioned this before, other than the Vegas trip—which had some spicy moment—most of our lives are pretty tame compared to most people on this forum. Jaimee’s not slept with a few different men over the last couple of years, and she’s had a couple of relationships with boyfriends, but we are a long way off from so much of what I read on this website. Jaimee and I have talked about doing some more extreme things in order to try them out for a short time, but we don’t do even a third of what we talk about. Something always seems to come up and derail our plans. I wonder if this is why we still feel a need to go back and try again. I still haven’t tried the cage, much less cucked a guy’s cock. Jaimee never did do a threesome or hook up with our neighbor friend, Melanie again. It’s easy to talk about this stuff, and fun too. But the execution of it is a delicate thing. I think that’s why we both like Wade. It’s hard to find someone you trust. I very well know Jaimee wouldn’t have any trouble finding guys willing to fuck her, but neither of us want just some random person that we have no clue about. It’s got to be the right guy. We both have to feel comfortable with it.

This brings me up to date—almost. I’ll probably think of a few random things and throw them in on future updates. I’m off to try to find some air that’s not filled with smoke. Stupid fires. It seems like this is a constant now. Fires and smoke everywhere.


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Unread postPosted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 8:35 pm 
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Ky: Just my observation, and I'm sure most everyone reading this forum would agree: You do realize Jaimee has the mindset that 99.9% of the posters here would die for to have as a partner? Don't know how you lucked out, but congratulations. You've got a real prize!


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 5:57 pm 
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This update is a little different. I started writing it, but then came back to it at various times, so if you notice some weird breaks in time or logic, that’s why.

I’m consumed with lust like I’ve never felt in my life. For the first time in my life, my dick is locked up in a cage, and I’m going crazy with the lust that’s pumping through me right now. My wife ordered one online that had some decent ratings and she was anxious to give it a try. Now lately the weekends have been reserved for just us, but she begged me to let her lock me up and give the cage a test run. She basically was asking for me to wear the cage this weekend and to give her a free pass to be with her boyfriend.

She’s been amazing to me in every way, so said yes, let’s give it a shot. After posting on here the other day, I let her put it on me. To be fair, it’s not as uncomfortable as I was anticipating. It’s a little tight, but not too bad. I was concerned how it would feel when I started to get an erection if it was already on the tight side when I was flaccid. I was soon to find out.

Jaimee had left her headphones at Wade’s gym, so she asked me if we could swing by there on our way to the dog park so that she could pick them up. It was a crazy surreal experience to be sitting in the car, wearing my usual shorts, tee shirt and flip-flops… and a cock cage. I parked the car across the street of the gym, and while my wife went to get her headphones, felt the cage in my hand, I couldn’t leave it alone. Kind of like when you have dental work done and your tongue keeps going to touch the new filling or crown.

Wade’s gym has a small outside patio with a shade structure where the members often hangout before and after workouts. I noticed my wife talking with a few of the members. They obviously knew each other as familiar as they acted with one another. Then I saw Wade come out of the side entrance door, carrying my wife’s headphones. They embraced and gave each other a quick kiss, looking like long-time lovers. The small group talked for several minutes. Wade had his arm around her shoulders almost as if to say, this one is mine. Then for a brief moment, they looked in my direction. Wade went so far as to smile and wave at me. I was stunned and lamely waved back.

Minutes later Jaimee got into the car and I pulled away from the curb.

“Hello, brother,” she said cheekily. Then it dawned on me. She had told them that she was spending the day with her brother. I think my wife could see the conflict in my face because she said, “You have nothing to be worried about love,” she said very sincerely, and then in a much less sincere voice said, “we’re just playing the game today, and I can’t have my friends thinking I’m cheating on my boyfriend.”

I felt my cock stir as she said that, or at least try to stir. It was making a valiant effort, and while it wasn’t painful, it did get my attention. I actually expected it to hurt a lot more, but I’d say it was just uncomfortable—It sort of forced me to relax. It’s too early for me to make an opinion. I need time to process this.

Saturday was more or less a push-my-button’s day for my wife. Now that I was at last stuck in her cage, she was going to do everything in her power to give it a good test run, including inviting Wade over for dinner with ‘entertainment’ shortly thereafter. After we picked up her headphones, she then had me drive her to Wade’s place so that she could pick up some shoes that she had left there. She hasn’t stayed the night at his place in a while, but she’s still over there often and she still keeps a number of personal things there. She made sure to show me where she keeps her things, for example, which drawers in the bathroom were hers. Seeing her open the door with her own key was another button pushed, and then of course seeing the familiarity she has with his place was another one.

She laid down on one side of the bed, saying, “When I slept here, this was my side of the bed, Ky. Do you know how many times my boyfriend has had me here?” I shook my head. She gave me an innocent smile, “A lot,” was all she said.

It’s been a couple of months since I’ve felt this level of angst. I kind of thought I was over feeling that angsty, but apparently not. We went to the dog park together—one that’s on the beach. It’s one of the only places you can let your dog run freely on the beach and play in the water. We set up an umbrella and laid our towels out. It was a beautiful smoky day (stupid fires). Jaimee looked amazing and was playing with the dog in the waves. We have a boxer that’s very averse to water above his paws. He loves Jaimee and desperately wants to play in the water with her, but it’s a constant battle for him to plunge into the waves to where she is.

I sat in the shade and watched my wife play in the water for a while, then decided it was a great time to take a nap. I closed my eyes and probably slept for close to an hour. It’d been a long week at work, and with the sound of the wind and the water, I slept great. When I woke up, It took me a few minutes to find my wife. She was at the waters edge talking to a tall black man. He also had a boxer and the two were obviously talking about their dogs. But it was a little more than that. I watched how they interacted. Jaimee was all smiles, laughing, and occasionally touching him on his arm, and once even on his chest. The man she was chatting with was not only tall, but very large, too. He was muscular, but not cut—he wasn’t fat per se, but he did have a few extra pounds. He towered over Jaimee—I know most people do, but this guy especially.

I was sorely tempted to approach them and make sure the man knew he was talking to someone’s wife, but my desire to watch my wife flirt with him won out and I stayed put. They talked for probably an hour before they finally parted, and that’s timing it from the time I woke up and noticed them. The dogs did not want to be pulled apart, but the big guy leashed his and then moved off down the beach. Jaimee made her way back to our spot.

She sat down next to me, wearing a somewhat conservative swimsuit but the nipple rings were slightly visible through the material. “Make a new friend?” I asked her after she didn’t volunteer anything.

She nodded, “Yes, you should try it sometime. You might find you like making friends,” she said dryly.

“It looked like you were getting along pretty well,” I added, hoping to coax more information out of her.

“He was easy to talk to. Plus, you saw he had a boxer, and only the best people have boxers,” she laughed lightly. After a moment, she added, “We’ve actually talked a few times before. I’ve run into Terrell a few times here when I’m jogging with Taco.” Yes, Taco is our dog’s name. It’s a long story.

“So, he’s just a friend,” I said, trying but failing to think of something better to ask.

She turned to look at me, “Yes, we chat when we see each other…”

“You know you were flirting, right,” I said bluntly. “Does he know you’re married?”

She again nodded, “Yes, he knows. I don’t hide that, cuck-boy,” she said, glancing down at my crotch and smiling. “You seem concerned. I thought me being with a black man was your biggest fantasy.”

I sputtered to come up with a response right away, but eventually spit out, “It is, it’s just that things seem like they’re going warp speed. First Bennett’s back in town, you’ve been with Wade a lot, and now I’m wearing your cage…” I paused when I saw her smile grow, “…what?”

“You’re wearing my cage?” She shook her head, “No, cuck-boy. This is your cage,” she said, lightly touching the cage over my shorts. “But I do like that you know who’s in control here, yeah.”

“You know what I mean,” I stated. “I do like the fantasy of you being with a black man. I’m just feeling out of sorts.”

“Would you be opposed?”

After a moment I finally shook my head, “Probably not. But I’d be worried. Who is this guy, what’s his story, is he safe?

“Terrell retired from the Navy a few months ago,” she began to explain, “and he’s not sure what he wants to do now. He comes here to the beach almost every day to clear his head and think. He’s been all over the world—,”

“—Probably hooked up at a lot of ports, too,” I interrupted.

Jaimee shrugged, “He admits that,” she said, nonplussed. “He said that’s why his wife left him—but that was a long time ago,” she quickly added.

“Damn, Jaimee,” I said surprised. “He told you all of this?”

She looked at me, her brow furrowed, “No, I just made the shite up, Ky.”

“Sorry,” I quickly apologized. “I’m just surprised a guy like that would open up and talk about something so personal with someone he hardly knows.”

“Just because it takes you an eternity of knocking about to find a mate, doesn’t mean that’s how the rest of the world gets along,” she commented while looking out at the ocean.

We sat there silently for a long time, and I knew that I needed to get control of my emotions. My feelings were way too amped up and I needed to prove to myself that I could make a good decision if I needed to. I turned to my wife.

“Hey,” I said, getting her attention. “I need to call it for the weekend. I don’t want to play right now.” I saw the briefest flash of disappointment pass over her features, but it was gone as quickly as it had arrived. I knew she had been looking forward to the excitement of the weekend, but I needed to take a step back. I promised her that I was still in for trying the cage, I just needed it to be a different day.

I bought her flowers later that day and knocked off a few things from the honey-do list and that ended the weekend. Sorry, it was very anti-climactic. I felt a thousand times better as Monday rolled. It’s so easy to let your passions rule you. I’m trying to be careful about that, but I know we both let ourselves get carried away.


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 7:16 pm 
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A big thank again for your update. I can only repeat myself, you're an exellent writer. By the way what does Jaimee think about your writing skills? Dies she also think you have talent?

I thinks it's absolutely normal and also necessary to slow things down. The most important thing is for you and Jaimee to feel comfortable, and if you think it gets to intense you have every right to stop, of course.
I think this is what Jaimee means when she told you it’s easy her to lose herself when you’re playing the game, and Jaimee needs you to be strong enough to pull her back if you need to.

One last thing I want to ask. I hope it's not too personal. I know you're careful about your privacy. That’s understandable. But could you name an actress or model your lovely wife resembles?


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 7:18 pm 
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Damn, she sure knows how to push your cuck buttons!I love your writing style as well as what you write about. As always, best wishes to you both!

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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 7:22 pm 
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Great update! The only right way to explore chastity is the way that you and your wife find exciting and enjoyable. Lots of communication helps to make the experience hot and allows you to grow in the direction that works best - weather that’s occasional play or something more.


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 7:38 pm 
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Xalar11 wrote:
A big thank again for your update. I can only repeat myself, you're an exellent writer. By the way what does Jaimee think about your writing skills? Dies she also think you have talent?

I thinks it's absolutely normal and also necessary to slow things down. The most important thing is for you and Jaimee to feel comfortable, and if you think it gets to intense you have every right to stop, of course.
I think this is what Jaimee means when she told you it’s easy her to lose herself when you’re playing the game, and Jaimee needs you to be strong enough to pull her back if you need to.

One last thing I want to ask. I hope it's not too personal. I know you're careful about your privacy. That’s understandable. But could you name an actress or model your lovely wife resembles?


Thanks Xalar - really appreciated!

I wish I could get my wife to really put some effort into writing her experiences. She truly has a gift for writing. She does admit that my writing has come a long ways from when we were first married. I have her to thank for that. She loves words, grammar, good punctuation, and clean sentences, haha. She had it ingrained into at a young age. When we were first married she couldn't believe how atrocious my writing was, but this is a woman who wont even abbreviate words when texting. She says it makes her feel like the words get angry with her for "cheating them out of a more fulfilling existence." As for my writing on here, well, she tolerates it. She enjoys reading Xleg's stories - we're both fans. And she does read most of what I write on here, which has led to some interesting bedtime discussions.

She's fine with me writing on here in general--as long as I keep the privacy, but she doesn't understand why I spend the time doing it. Sometimes I put a lot of time into it and I don't get much feedback, or I get really negative feedback, and she'll think I'm just wasting my time. But she doesn't understand that I don't really do it for the feedback (although i do love getting comments) as much as I do it for myself. I enjoy the process. I like trying to formulate my thoughts and put them into words about this whole experience. Sometimes, when we're playing the game and she's out, writing is the only thing keeping my head from exploding.

If I was to compare my wife to a celebrity... well I'd have to say Megan Fox obviously, haha. I think she's that hot anyway. You are babe, you know you are! But more accurately I'd say with the short hair there's a little resemblance to Ruby Rose, only her chin isn't as pronounced and my wife's mouth is a lot wider. She kind of has Ann Hathaway's mouth.


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 9:13 pm 
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Thanks again for your quick response. I hope you have never the feeling you waste your time (Jaimee, if you reading this your husband really doesn't ;)) And hopefully you'll continue this thread s long time. I'm sure there are many, who follow your adventure eagerly, even if the don't comment her regularly.

Oh a little bite of Ruby Rose, you really got me thinking... ;)


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 9:15 pm 
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I don't always comment, and I don't always agree, but I always read. Thank you for sharing with us.


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Unread postPosted: Wed Aug 15, 2018 9:57 pm 
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KY,

Great updates! It is ok to put the brakes on regarding the chastity play. I do not have a hot wife but we have enjoyed chastity play from time to time. You will come (no pun intended) to enjoy it more and more. The longer you wear it, the more you will miss it. I believe Jaimee will gradually increase the length of your stay in the cage and seriously push those cuck buttons of yours. (She seems to be very good at that!)

Please keep us updated.

Thanks for sharing,

Southernman


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 4:25 am 
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Ky_Da wrote:
This update is a little different. I started writing it, but then came back to it at various times, so if you notice some weird breaks in time or logic, that’s why.

I’m consumed with lust like I’ve never felt in my life. For the first time in my life, my dick is locked up in a cage, and I’m going crazy with the lust that’s pumping through me right now. My wife ordered one online that had some decent ratings and she was anxious to give it a try. Now lately the weekends have been reserved for just us, but she begged me to let her lock me up and give the cage a test run. She basically was asking for me to wear the cage this weekend and to give her a free pass to be with her boyfriend.

She’s been amazing to me in every way, so said yes, let’s give it a shot. After posting on here the other day, I let her put it on me. To be fair, it’s not as uncomfortable as I was anticipating. It’s a little tight, but not too bad. I was concerned how it would feel when I started to get an erection if it was already on the tight side when I was flaccid. I was soon to find out.

Jaimee had left her headphones at Wade’s gym, so she asked me if we could swing by there on our way to the dog park so that she could pick them up. It was a crazy surreal experience to be sitting in the car, wearing my usual shorts, tee shirt and flip-flops… and a cock cage. I parked the car across the street of the gym, and while my wife went to get her headphones, felt the cage in my hand, I couldn’t leave it alone. Kind of like when you have dental work done and your tongue keeps going to touch the new filling or crown.

Wade’s gym has a small outside patio with a shade structure where the members often hangout before and after workouts. I noticed my wife talking with a few of the members. They obviously knew each other as familiar as they acted with one another. Then I saw Wade come out of the side entrance door, carrying my wife’s headphones. They embraced and gave each other a quick kiss, looking like long-time lovers. The small group talked for several minutes. Wade had his arm around her shoulders almost as if to say, this one is mine. Then for a brief moment, they looked in my direction. Wade went so far as to smile and wave at me. I was stunned and lamely waved back.

Minutes later Jaimee got into the car and I pulled away from the curb.

“Hello, brother,” she said cheekily. Then it dawned on me. She had told them that she was spending the day with her brother. I think my wife could see the conflict in my face because she said, “You have nothing to be worried about love,” she said very sincerely, and then in a much less sincere voice said, “we’re just playing the game today, and I can’t have my friends thinking I’m cheating on my boyfriend.”

I felt my cock stir as she said that, or at least try to stir. It was making a valiant effort, and while it wasn’t painful, it did get my attention. I actually expected it to hurt a lot more, but I’d say it was just uncomfortable—It sort of forced me to relax. It’s too early for me to make an opinion. I need time to process this.

Saturday was more or less a push-my-button’s day for my wife. Now that I was at last stuck in her cage, she was going to do everything in her power to give it a good test run, including inviting Wade over for dinner with ‘entertainment’ shortly thereafter. After we picked up her headphones, she then had me drive her to Wade’s place so that she could pick up some shoes that she had left there. She hasn’t stayed the night at his place in a while, but she’s still over there often and she still keeps a number of personal things there. She made sure to show me where she keeps her things, for example, which drawers in the bathroom were hers. Seeing her open the door with her own key was another button pushed, and then of course seeing the familiarity she has with his place was another one.

She laid down on one side of the bed, saying, “When I slept here, this was my side of the bed, Ky. Do you know how many times my boyfriend has had me here?” I shook my head. She gave me an innocent smile, “A lot,” was all she said.

It’s been a couple of months since I’ve felt this level of angst. I kind of thought I was over feeling that angsty, but apparently not. We went to the dog park together—one that’s on the beach. It’s one of the only places you can let your dog run freely on the beach and play in the water. We set up an umbrella and laid our towels out. It was a beautiful smoky day (stupid fires). Jaimee looked amazing and was playing with the dog in the waves. We have a boxer that’s very averse to water above his paws. He loves Jaimee and desperately wants to play in the water with her, but it’s a constant battle for him to plunge into the waves to where she is.

I sat in the shade and watched my wife play in the water for a while, then decided it was a great time to take a nap. I closed my eyes and probably slept for close to an hour. It’d been a long week at work, and with the sound of the wind and the water, I slept great. When I woke up, It took me a few minutes to find my wife. She was at the waters edge talking to a tall black man. He also had a boxer and the two were obviously talking about their dogs. But it was a little more than that. I watched how they interacted. Jaimee was all smiles, laughing, and occasionally touching him on his arm, and once even on his chest. The man she was chatting with was not only tall, but very large, too. He was muscular, but not cut—he wasn’t fat per se, but he did have a few extra pounds. He towered over Jaimee—I know most people do, but this guy especially.

I was sorely tempted to approach them and make sure the man knew he was talking to someone’s wife, but my desire to watch my wife flirt with him won out and I stayed put. They talked for probably an hour before they finally parted, and that’s timing it from the time I woke up and noticed them. The dogs did not want to be pulled apart, but the big guy leashed his and then moved off down the beach. Jaimee made her way back to our spot.

She sat down next to me, wearing a somewhat conservative swimsuit but the nipple rings were slightly visible through the material. “Make a new friend?” I asked her after she didn’t volunteer anything.

She nodded, “Yes, you should try it sometime. You might find you like making friends,” she said dryly.

“It looked like you were getting along pretty well,” I added, hoping to coax more information out of her.

“He was easy to talk to. Plus, you saw he had a boxer, and only the best people have boxers,” she laughed lightly. After a moment, she added, “We’ve actually talked a few times before. I’ve run into Terrell a few times here when I’m jogging with Taco.” Yes, Taco is our dog’s name. It’s a long story.

“So, he’s just a friend,” I said, trying but failing to think of something better to ask.

She turned to look at me, “Yes, we chat when we see each other…”

“You know you were flirting, right,” I said bluntly. “Does he know you’re married?”

She again nodded, “Yes, he knows. I don’t hide that, cuck-boy,” she said, glancing down at my crotch and smiling. “You seem concerned. I thought me being with a black man was your biggest fantasy.”

I sputtered to come up with a response right away, but eventually spit out, “It is, it’s just that things seem like they’re going warp speed. First Bennett’s back in town, you’ve been with Wade a lot, and now I’m wearing your cage…” I paused when I saw her smile grow, “…what?”

“You’re wearing my cage?” She shook her head, “No, cuck-boy. This is your cage,” she said, lightly touching the cage over my shorts. “But I do like that you know who’s in control here, yeah.”

“You know what I mean,” I stated. “I do like the fantasy of you being with a black man. I’m just feeling out of sorts.”

“Would you be opposed?”

After a moment I finally shook my head, “Probably not. But I’d be worried. Who is this guy, what’s his story, is he safe?

“Terrell retired from the Navy a few months ago,” she began to explain, “and he’s not sure what he wants to do now. He comes here to the beach almost every day to clear his head and think. He’s been all over the world—,”

“—Probably hooked up at a lot of ports, too,” I interrupted.

Jaimee shrugged, “He admits that,” she said, nonplussed. “He said that’s why his wife left him—but that was a long time ago,” she quickly added.

“Damn, Jaimee,” I said surprised. “He told you all of this?”

She looked at me, her brow furrowed, “No, I just made the shite up, Ky.”

“Sorry,” I quickly apologized. “I’m just surprised a guy like that would open up and talk about something so personal with someone he hardly knows.”

“Just because it takes you an eternity of knocking about to find a mate, doesn’t mean that’s how the rest of the world gets along,” she commented while looking out at the ocean.

We sat there silently for a long time, and I knew that I needed to get control of my emotions. My feelings were way too amped up and I needed to prove to myself that I could make a good decision if I needed to. I turned to my wife.

“Hey,” I said, getting her attention. “I need to call it for the weekend. I don’t want to play right now.” I saw the briefest flash of disappointment pass over her features, but it was gone as quickly as it had arrived. I knew she had been looking forward to the excitement of the weekend, but I needed to take a step back. I promised her that I was still in for trying the cage, I just needed it to be a different day.

I bought her flowers later that day and knocked off a few things from the honey-do list and that ended the weekend. Sorry, it was very anti-climactic. I felt a thousand times better as Monday rolled. It’s so easy to let your passions rule you. I’m trying to be careful about that, but I know we both let ourselves get carried away.


Hi Ky,

I'm rather new here. You have a great story, well it not really a story, it is more like a diary.
I must say I really love it, it is good to read something like this from a cuck perspective, and it is good to see that you were able to make it work and last.
As my name guessed, I am a bull (or was, I'm quitting), and I see it from 'the other side'.
The reason I am so intrigued with your entry's is that you two were able to make it work, I think you two are solid. I've seen a lot of marriages end because of this lifestyle, and I only know a few who lasted. The ones that lasted have some of your characteristics, the most important being communication and boundaries.

As you may not get 'tons' of reactions, but I do thing a lot of people read this thread. So do not measure the amount of reactions, it doesn't measure really how much this thread is loved.
Personally I would recommend your threads to all "cuck-wannabe's", and also for the future cuckoldresses/hotwifes/FLR's. It gives a pretty good idea how this could work, with the note that every couples lifestyle needs are different. This is one of the best reflections of how it (could) work, then other threads I read here, of which I think are total BS.

As for Jaimee, girl, you are one in a million. Too bad our paths never crossed :D
You have the gift of keeping two (well even more) men really happy on totally different levels, and make the marriage work (although making a marriage work is what you both do). My great respects to you.
And if I can make one little advise, IF you really want to start a family, make sure the little one is Ky's. I know the other option pushes really some cuck-buttons, but I think it is not worth all the other possible implications. Just my advise, the rest is up to you.

So keep it all up (no pun intended), and keep enjoying this. Really love you guys.

Regards,
MrBigBull.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 10:02 am 
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Second MrBigBull, while I am a cuck, my wife and I both read your thread and talk about how this is how we would like to go. She is still not quite ready since we are not empty nesters, but the future is looking good.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 10:53 am 
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Just letting you know that I follow your thread and have for a LONG time. I don't make comments because why should I? You guys have got it goin' on. I'm just reading and learning so please keep posting.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 2:53 pm 
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Dear Ky,

Really appreciate your update and to see that you and Jaimee are still evolving.

When I am wearing the cage and my Wife has locked me up, I often get these strong warm feelings of belonging to Her.
When She locks me up, its sort of like she is showing that She is in control and loves me enough to ensure that I will be fully aware.
I sort of had this feeling that Jaimee actually expressed some of this from the females perspective with Her statement that while this is your cage, She was pleased to see you knew who was in control.

I don't know if you have worn the cage after the weekend or if you have any perspective on this yet but I would truly love to hear how you are feeling about being locked up; and now that you have been locked up for a weekend once; will you accept it whenever Jaimee brings out the cage to show you "who is in charge"; even more do you think you are on the way to actually long for that to happen.

If She leaves you locked up when She goes to have sex with someone else, do you think you will feel desperate, or will the feeling of the cage tightly controlling your dick make you feel that you belong to Jaimee even if She is not there and somehow calm your emotions down? Or is it still to early and the emotions are not clear to you yet?

Hope that was clear enough and not just rambling….

Sincerely
elina


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 4:08 pm 
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Always following you guy's. More like stalking, waiting for updates. ;-)
Thanks for sharing.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 6:46 pm 
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Ky,
Brilliant and nuanced writing about your adventurous life - thanks much for sharing, both the hot times and difficult times.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 7:56 pm 
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Mrbigbull wrote:


Hi Ky,

I'm rather new here. You have a great story, well it not really a story, it is more like a diary.
I must say I really love it, it is good to read something like this from a cuck perspective, and it is good to see that you were able to make it work and last.
As my name guessed, I am a bull (or was, I'm quitting), and I see it from 'the other side'.
The reason I am so intrigued with your entry's is that you two were able to make it work, I think you two are solid. I've seen a lot of marriages end because of this lifestyle, and I only know a few who lasted. The ones that lasted have some of your characteristics, the most important being communication and boundaries.

As you may not get 'tons' of reactions, but I do thing a lot of people read this thread. So do not measure the amount of reactions, it doesn't measure really how much this thread is loved.
Personally I would recommend your threads to all "cuck-wannabe's", and also for the future cuckoldresses/hotwifes/FLR's. It gives a pretty good idea how this could work, with the note that every couples lifestyle needs are different. This is one of the best reflections of how it (could) work, then other threads I read here, of which I think are total BS.

As for Jaimee, girl, you are one in a million. Too bad our paths never crossed :D
You have the gift of keeping two (well even more) men really happy on totally different levels, and make the marriage work (although making a marriage work is what you both do). My great respects to you.
And if I can make one little advise, IF you really want to start a family, make sure the little one is Ky's. I know the other option pushes really some cuck-buttons, but I think it is not worth all the other possible implications. Just my advise, the rest is up to you.

So keep it all up (no pun intended), and keep enjoying this. Really love you guys.

Regards,
MrBigBull.


MrBigBull,

I really need to strike up some conversations with you. I think it could be some interesting back and forth. Thanks for the thoughts, and I agree with you completely in regards to the family. We don't want to even come close to crossing that line.


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Unread postPosted: Thu Aug 16, 2018 7:56 pm 
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Hey all,

To start, THANKS! for taking the time to leave all the comments. I owe some responses, which I’ll try to get to later tonight, and I do intend to write more on my first experiences with the cage. I’m just not ready to do that yet.

I’ve made some interesting observations over the last week—at least interesting to me. Last weekend I called off the game, despite feeling extremely high on the lust rush. To be honest, we were both feeling it and it took every ounce of will power to call a time out from the game. My intention was to just take the weekend off, but calling it off seemed to act like a fire extinguisher as it’s basically been like I threw a wet blanket over a fire. We have had some good conversations the last few days and we both agree that we were letting ourselves get carried away.

Jaimee’s gone to the gym, but she’s come right home afterward. She says that Wade has been concerned that something’s happened, but he hasn’t pushed her for sex. At home, things have felt incredibly normal—almost boring. We really are hot and cold with the game. It’s either all in and playing hard, or all out and not playing at all. Additionally, I noticed my wife was very down for a couple of days—I was a little concerned that she was feeling a bout of depression or something—but after day two, she started perking up and acting like her normal self again. This game just isn’t a casual thing. It really provokes, stretches, raises up, crushes, lights on fire, every cell in your body, and it really fucks with the mind, too. It’s a white-knuckle ride! and I’m not going to be its advocate. I’ve said this before, and I feel it stronger now than ever. I do not want to be the reason anybody tries this. It’s like fucking meth—I think—I’ve never actually done meth.

When I’m feeling low, there isn’t any story I can read or naked woman I could look at that would make me feel anything even remotely stimulating. But then after a time something ignites the spark, and it doesn’t take much for me to feel like a raging inferno again, and when I’m feeling like that, good decisions are hard to make. My wife has felt much the same way as I have only more so. One benefit though from a calmer week is that I’ve gotten a lot more work done this week, haha. I’ve been able to focus and concentrate better, which is one of the things that’s different between me and my wife. When I’m feeling low and not playing the game, my mind is clearer and not so clouded. My wife on the other hand, feels like she’s walking through a fog. She actually feels sharper and clearer when she’s playing the game. At least as far as work is concerned. She admits that she’s been prone to let her hormones control her decisions at times. Last week she truly was ready to have sex with anyone with a penis. Anybody else noticed something similar?


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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 2:59 pm 
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Just wanted to add my name on your list of fans. I admire your courage. You both rock


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Unread postPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 3:27 pm 
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Ky_Da wrote:
Mrbigbull wrote:


Hi Ky,

I'm rather new here. You have a great story, well it not really a story, it is more like a diary.
I must say I really love it, it is good to read something like this from a cuck perspective, and it is good to see that you were able to make it work and last.
As my name guessed, I am a bull (or was, I'm quitting), and I see it from 'the other side'.
The reason I am so intrigued with your entry's is that you two were able to make it work, I think you two are solid. I've seen a lot of marriages end because of this lifestyle, and I only know a few who lasted. The ones that lasted have some of your characteristics, the most important being communication and boundaries.

As you may not get 'tons' of reactions, but I do thing a lot of people read this thread. So do not measure the amount of reactions, it doesn't measure really how much this thread is loved.
Personally I would recommend your threads to all "cuck-wannabe's", and also for the future cuckoldresses/hotwifes/FLR's. It gives a pretty good idea how this could work, with the note that every couples lifestyle needs are different. This is one of the best reflections of how it (could) work, then other threads I read here, of which I think are total BS.

As for Jaimee, girl, you are one in a million. Too bad our paths never crossed :D
You have the gift of keeping two (well even more) men really happy on totally different levels, and make the marriage work (although making a marriage work is what you both do). My great respects to you.
And if I can make one little advise, IF you really want to start a family, make sure the little one is Ky's. I know the other option pushes really some cuck-buttons, but I think it is not worth all the other possible implications. Just my advise, the rest is up to you.

So keep it all up (no pun intended), and keep enjoying this. Really love you guys.

Regards,
MrBigBull.


MrBigBull,

I really need to strike up some conversations with you. I think it could be some interesting back and forth. Thanks for the thoughts, and I agree with you completely in regards to the family. We don't want to even come close to crossing that line.


Hi Ky,

You can PM me anytime. Love to talk to you.

Regards,
MrBigBull.


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