Mr. and Mrs. Reese
First don't get me wrong. I too enjoy your story and the many others on the site and do hope you continue telling yours. What you've written is very erotic.
But my comments are because of how things the both of you have written strike me and I am being honest with you about my reactions and impressions with no malice in my heart. I'm just letting you know how I see your situation.
You two are close to the flame while I sit at a much farther distance. Might you both be blinded by the brilliance of that flame, while I can see some things you can not? Just something for you and Mr. R to consider. If I'm wrong or totally clueless what harm is done? You can easily dismiss my "cobbled together theory".
The whole alpha male thing had been on my mind but wasn't the main point. I considered not including it but decided to at the end. And your comment, "that is what hubby always goes back to" along with other comments about reverting to a "normal" husband and wife like in Toronto - no hotwife play or taking a break being a nice change of pace - lead me to these thoughts.
Are you playing roles, sort of the way professional actors get into character - playing someone they really aren't, a fantasy but acted out in real life but then reverting back to ordinal wife, ordinary husband? I.e Mr R reverting back to being an alpha male - his true self while the cuck is just a role? At times from your writing that seems to be what's happening in your life. Periods where you need a time out from the hotwife / cuckold play to just be ordinary husband and wife. But then you say you really need to see Michael. You crave him like an addict craves their next fix. He's your drug. (I like that song.) And what is Mr. R's true self? Alpha male or cuck? Which one is the role for he can't be both in reality can he? Perhaps we have different ideas of what an Alpha male is. Is your true self an "ordinary" wife or is the real you the hotwife or is the hotwife just a role playing fantasy of you?
So where is the reality? When is it role playing and when not? Has the fantasy become your reality? Do you say you love Michael because you love him in reality or is that part of the play, part of your character - Mrs R the Hotwife?
The train wreck, as I see it, happens, because of the addiction to the drug and the closeness to the flame that drug induces, when you can no longer tell what is real and what is a role in a fantasy acted out on the stage of real life. In several posts you have said you were confused. I think I see why. Can you? Or does the flame blind you? Are you truly confused in real life or is that just part of the play too? Where does fantasy end and reality begin? Or do they become so blended it is hard to tell? Are you thinking of Michael or Marques on your break? Right now? Or are they shut out of your mind completely? Or are you craving that next fix?
In the many pages of your posts Mr. R's comment about "pushing to reach that first 'high'" and "we are hotwife junkies" struck me the most.
Is being a junkie of any kind a positive thing? Just like a heroin addict do you build tolerance and need ever more and more of the drug - more kink - to get that next high? What's next after a BBC gangbang (as some have suggested would be the logical and hot next step)? How do you step it up from there? Does Mr. R get a cock cage for Christmas? Or pink panties? What will the devilish Mrs. R think of next to torment Mr. R to everyone's delight?
You've said you fell in love with some of the men you've slept with. How could it be otherwise? What makes a person fall in love? The chemistry in your brain that is triggered when a man and woman have sex. All that we think and feel is the result of what happens in our brains. And a lot of that we have no real control over. A lot of it is simply on autopilot. The more sex you have with any man the more feelings you will develop for him.
As to the "really wild and crazy stuff" there is no one to "blame". That isn't the game here. If you all enjoy it great. Whatever floats your boat. The danger I see for you both is becoming really addicted to the games - both the sex and the mind fuck. And I mean really addicted. Just how I see it from what you've written and how things have ratcheted up. You say Reese is a thrill ride. Do you, both of you, need an ever bigger and bigger thrill to be sated? Just like a real junkie needs more and more smack until they overdose? Yes absolutely you've been on a thrill ride. What happens when you can't get higher? When the music stops?
Do I think Marques or Michael is your Master? No. Not even close to what I was thinking.
You are your husband's slave. Who is his Master?
N.B. I don't know how anyone could read my previous post and conclude I questioned the Reeses commitment to one another. That is not in doubt, nor is it impossible for a person to love more than one person. Polyamory happens. It is possible for Mrs R to love both Michael and Mr. R, and really love them both. It's not easy to juggle those balls but I'm sure she can handle it.
What concerns me is the additive nature of the play. It truly is a drug, an addiction and if you aren't careful... like all addictions can become destructive. And as with most addictions the addicts seldom realize or will admit how addicted they've become. They are far too close to the flame.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas. I do wonder what Mr. R will be getting under his tree.... oh, that devilish Mrs. R... what does she have planned?