I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic

[JeffBingham]

Correction to earlier post. I meant to say owner of a moored boat at a marina, rather, than the owner of the marina.

Yup. I remember that too. Scary stuff. Sounds like relationship with Sipho is better.

And, if I recall correctly, Jaimee actually came to this forum before Ky did. She was trying to make sense out of why her husband would want this. She seemed genuinely upset and, dare I say, resentful toward Ky for even wanting it.

[mick_flow]

Correction to earlier post. I meant to say owner of a moored boat at a marina, rather, than the owner of the marina.

Yup. I remember that too. Scary stuff. Sounds like relationship with Sipho is better.

And, if I recall correctly, Jaimee actually came to this forum before Ky did. She was trying to make sense out of why her husband would want this. She seemed genuinely upset and, dare I say, resentful toward Ky for even wanting it.

Ohh, now that I don’t recall. I may have missed that.

[NWUK]

"And, if I recall correctly, Jaimee actually came to this forum before Ky did. She was trying to make sense out of why her husband would want this. She seemed genuinely upset and, dare I say, resentful toward Ky for even wanting it."

That's how I remember it too. Such a long time ago. So much has happened since then.

[Tap]

It seems to me that, ten years later, Jaimee is still trying to make sense out of of why her husband would want this, that she is still more genuinely upset, and, that she resents Ky more than ever for even wanting it. She has many times told Ky that this no game, and, that, "this is who we are now."

[mick_flow]

Nah, I don’t see that. They’ve also shared how they are on the journey together and they’ve safe words, etc.

I don’t see the resentment. I see a pretty liberated women. As a couple they seem, dispite the crazy adventure pretty grounded. With each others best interests at heart, part of that for both of them is this journey.

Looking forward to hearing what happened in the expanse episode.

[txrockdog]

It seems to me that, ten years later, Jaimee is still trying to make sense out of of why her husband would want this, that she is still more genuinely upset, and, that she resents Ky more than ever for even wanting it. She has many times told Ky that this no game, and, that, "this is who we are now."

I think if that is your impression of Jaimee after all Ky has written about her over the years, you have badly misread what has been said. I think her only “upset” or “resentment” is his tendency to pull back when she knows that what comes next turns him on to no end. She wants to be the best cuckoldress she can be for him, and sometimes he holds her back from that effort because of his own insecurities or his own assessment of the risks that give him pause, To me, their relationship seems very strong and I just don’t see the “resentment” you are seeing.

[Tap]

I sincerely hope that both mick_flow and txrockdog are right. I am glad that they can see it that way.

[elina]

Guys,

Not sure if Ky minds or not, but it seems to me that some of you may be speculating and proposing ideas which are bordering on conspiratorial theories.

If I understand this correctly, what Ky is telling us about now happened sometimes in the past, not sure how many months behind he is right now. He may already know the answers to some of your questions but does not want to divulge because it will impact what is to him the natural flow of the story. And I don't think we should try to impact that.

I for one is truly grateful to Ky for actually sharing his story.

sincerely
elina

[mick_flow]

Elina, good point, and well made. Let’s wait for the story to unfold.

[mundyman]

Several days after my conversation with Jaimee at the pub, I got home from work late. I knew Jaimee was out being Lexi, likely for most of the evening, leaving Joanna with the kids. My wife's words had been echoing in my head, but I was still on the fence. The game was already risky with Jaimee growing closer to Sipho. If I got attached to Joanna, it could be a disaster, yet the temptation was undeniable.

I went through the evening routine: dinner, playing with the kids, tidying up. While washing dishes, I mentioned needing a haircut, lamenting the time to find one. Joanna, from where she was drying dishes, piped up, "I could give ya a trim after the kids are in bed if you like."

I was about to decline, but with an important meeting the next day and my hair looking like a bird's nest, I hesitated. Joanna noticed, giving me a reassuring smile. "I'll do a good job, promise. Your boys always look grand after I cut their hair."

Nervously, I agreed. After the kids were asleep, I found myself in a kitchen chair, an apron draped over me as Joanna pulled out the clippers.

Her hands were surprisingly gentle yet firm, moving with a confidence you wouldn't expect from someone who didn't cut hair everyday. I could feel the warmth of her touch through the apron, her fingers occasionally brushing against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Each time she leaned in, I'd catch more than just her scent; I felt the soft brush of her chest against my back.

As she worked, I caught glimpses of her in the reflection of the kitchen window - her dark red hair pulled back, her face set with concentration. I snuck looks at her, my eyes tracing the way her shirt hugged her body when she leaned over to adjust the clippers.

Our eyes met in the reflection a few times, each instance charged with an electric tension, causing us to quickly look away as if we'd both touched something hot.

"So, how's uni going?" I asked, trying to break the silence, my voice coming out a bit too eager.

Joanna chuckled. "Oh, it's a laugh, innit? I'm learning all about the wonders of human anatomy this term. Makes ya think twice about what's under the skin, doesn't it?"

I smiled, trying to keep it light. "Sounds intriguing. What's the weirdest thing you've learned?"

She paused, her hand resting on my shoulder as she contemplated. "Well, there's this one lecture about the intricacies of the ear, and now every time I see an ear, I think about all the tiny bones in there working like little machines. Makes me want to whisper secrets just to see 'em move."

I laughed, feeling the tension ease a bit. "Please don't start whispering secrets to my ear now."

She laughed too, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in closer to adjust the clippers, her chest brushing against my back again. "No promises," she whispered, her voice teasing, sending a jolt of desire through me.

The conversation flowed easier, but the undercurrent of attraction was palpable. "And what about you?" she asked, her fingers moving deftly through my hair, each touch sending waves of sensation down my spine. "Any new projects at work?"

"Yeah, got a big one coming up," I said, my voice slightly strained as her hands worked their way down to the nape of my neck, her touch both soothing and stirring. "But nothing as interesting as human anatomy."

Joanna's laugh was light, almost a giggle, and she leaned in once more, her hair brushing against my shoulder. "Maybe you should come to one of my lectures," she suggested, her voice playful yet with an edge of flirtation. "Might give you some new ideas for your projects."

I chuckled, the idea of sitting in a lecture about human anatomy with her stirring images I knew I shouldn't entertain. "Maybe I'll take you up on that," I replied, feeling the tension between us grow with each word.

She continued her work, her fingers occasionally grazing my scalp, creating a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. "You know, Ky, it's not just about the hair," she said, her voice lowering. "It's about how you feel after."

I swallowed, the implications of her words not lost on me. "And how do I feel?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

"Like you're ready for... something new," she responded, her tone suggestive, her hands now finishing the cut.

Finally, she stepped back, her work done. "Right, have a look then," she said, pulling the apron away, her eyes watching me eagerly.

I stood up and walked to the small mirror hung on the kitchen wall. The haircut was a departure from what I usually had; the sides were shaved very short, blending into a fade that transitioned smoothly into longer, slightly tousled hair on top, giving me a modern, sharp look. It was different, a bit daring, but I liked it.

After admiring the new cut in the mirror, I turned to Joanna, the space between us filled with a tension that was almost palpable. "Thanks for the haircut, Joanna. It's... really good," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.

She smiled, a shy, an unfamiliar look in her eyes. "Glad you like it, Ky. It suits ya, I think." Her hands played with the clippers, her body language suggesting she was as aware of the charged atmosphere as I was.

"Yeah, it's... different," I replied, stepping closer to her as I tried to get around her and leave the kitchen area. "I should get to bed."

"Yeah," she echoed, her voice soft, stepping back just enough to create a respectful distance, though her eyes lingered on mine. "Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight, Joanna," I said, my heart racing as I turned towards the stairs, feeling her gaze on me until I was out of sight.

Once in the bathroom, I was still admiring the cut when Lexi came home, her presence announced by the familiar clatter of keys. She walked in, her eyes scanning me, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, look at you," she said, her accent crisp, a blend of Jaimee and Lexi. "That's definitely not how I left you."

I ran my hand through the shorter sides, feeling the difference. "Joanna did it. She's got a knack for it."

Lexi nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I can see that. She's cut it the way she likes it, hasn't she? This is her claim, Ky. I told you she fancied you."

I looked at her reflection in the mirror, a bit taken aback. "Claim?"

"Yes, love," Jaimee said, leaning against the doorframe, her tone playful yet pointed. "Women always want to change their men, to make them look how they want. Some are more successful than others, but we all try it, secretly or not. Joanna's just been... bold about it."

I couldn't help but laugh, the situation both absurd and enlightening. "So, you think this is her way of saying... what exactly?"

"That she wants you," Jaimee said simply, her eyes meeting mine with an understanding that only comes from years together. "And I told you so. Seems like we're both playing this game, huh?"

As I watched in the mirror, Lexi began the transformation back into Jaimee. She started by removing her heavy makeup, wiping away the smoky eyes and the bold red lips that screamed 'Lexi'. The jewelry came off next, her fingers deftly unclasping the choker, bracelets sliding off her wrists, and earrings dangling no more. Then, she began to shed the more revealing clothes, pulling off the tight, low-cut top that had been accentuating her cleavage, trying to make the most of what she had.

"Making the most of your assets, are we?" I commented with a smirk, watching her in the mirror.

Jaimee laughed, a sound laced with both humor and fatigue. "Sipho and his lot love cleavage, but I've only got so much to offer."

"You look amazing just the way you are," I said sincerely, the thought of Sipho pushing for a breast enhancement crossing my mind, but I was too scared to give voice to it, fearing it might plant the idea.

Jaimee paused, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection. She was in her bra now, the simplicity of it contrasting with the night's earlier attire. "Ky, you should just go down the hall, take care of that poor girl. She's there, she wants it. You want it."

I shook my head, the temptation real, palpable, but I declined again. "I'm tempted, more than you know, but..."

Jaimee nodded, her expression softening with sympathy. "I won't push it anymore," she said gently. Then, her voice took on a teasing, almost mocking tone, "But you're not getting any satisfaction from me tonight. I've had all the cock I can handle, swallowed so much cum I could start a protein shake business."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at her words, the way she could switch from Jaimee to this audacious, slutty version of herself.

She laughed, continuing her playful tirade. "You know, universities should offer classes on being a sex worker. All those fancy degrees, and what do I do? Spend half my life on my back or on my knees. What good did all that education do when my real learning happens between the sheets?"

She was just thinking out loud, being silly, but also deliberately turning up the heat. "At least, with all that education, I can hold a conversation with my men. Makes me more than just a slutty bimbo, more like an educated slut," she said, her voice dripping with self-aware irony.

Her dirty talk was cranked up, every word seeming to stoke the fire of my desire. "Imagine, Ky, me, the scholar, using my mouth not just for debates or lectures but for sucking cock like it's an art form. Maybe I should have specialized in that instead of literature. What do you think, love? Would you have preferred me as a high-class escort rather than a high-class mind?"

Her words were a mix of jest and seduction, knowing exactly how much her candidness about her sexual escapades turned me on. I was left with a mix of lust, humor, and the complex love we shared, all while the thought of Joanna just down the hall lingered in my mind like a sweet, forbidden fucking fruit.

A couple of nights later, after dinner, we worked on a large puzzle we'd started. Eventually, Jaimee and Joanna grew tired of it, moving to join the boys who were wrestling on the floor, leaving me with my daughter on my lap. The scene was so domestic, yet my mind was elsewhere, consumed by erotic fantasies born from what I'd read in Lexi's diary.

As I tried to focus on the puzzle, my mind painted vivid images of them, their bodies pressed together, exploring each other with a curiosity and passion I could only imagine. My trousers became increasingly uncomfortable, and I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust myself discreetly. Jaimee caught my movement, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing, teasing smile that suggested she understood exactly where my mind had wandered.

In my head, I saw Jaimee, with her deep understanding of what could bring a woman pleasure, guiding Joanna's hands under her jumper to the piercings she knew were there. I imagined their kiss starting off tentative, Jaimee's lips encouraging Joanna's with a gentle, knowing touch, their breaths intertwining as the kiss grew more intense.

Later, after they'd both put the kids to bed, Jaimee came and sat next to me on the couch. I knew from the mischievous glint in her eye that she had something up her sleeve.

"Where have you been?" I asked, curious about why she'd taken so long after the kids were already tucked in for the night.

Jaimee shrugged, her teasing smile never fading. "Joanna was just trying on some of Lexi's clothes," she said. "She's curvier than Lexi, and a bit taller, but some outfits look bloody brilliant on her."

"Lexi's clothes?" I said, my eyebrow arching. "Jaimee, what devious plans are you cooking up?"

Her smile widened, and I caught a glimpse of Lexi's boldness in her expression. Jaimee definitely had something in mind.

"Are you sure?" I heard Joanna's voice, laced with hesitation, from our bedroom upstairs.

Jaimee craned her neck. "Of course I am. Now don't be a daft cow," she teased, her voice light and playful.

As Joanna descended the stairs, my jaw nearly dropped at the sight. She was wearing a longline tee, the fabric thin and closely fitting, draped down to just cover the tops of her thighs. The shirt clung to her silhouette, revealing the full curve of her breasts through its delicate material, with no sign of a bra or panty line to interrupt the smooth lines. Her legs were sheathed in sheer stockings that reached up to her thighs, the fancy lace at the top barely hidden by the hem of the tee. Her dark red hair was loose, cascading around her shoulders in soft waves. The transformation was astonishing; gone was the practical, everyday Joanna, replaced by someone who looked both elegant and provocatively enticing.

My wife then stood up, shedding her clothes until she was down to just her bra and panties, before sliding back onto the couch beside me. "We thought we'd join you for your favorite show, but it's a bit nippy, so you'll need to keep us warm," Jaimee said, laying on the melodrama as thickly as possible, and motioning for Joanna to take the spot on my other side. "Put your legs over Ky, and I'll give you a foot rub. You've earned it after all the work today," she instructed.

I felt the warmth and gentle weight of Joanna's legs as they draped over mine. Jaimee flicked on the next episode of 'The Expanse'. I'd seen the series multiple times, but it didn't matter what was on the TV, I wasn't going anywhere.

"Ky, why don't you massage her legs while I work on her feet?" my wife suggested, her voice teasing.

I glanced at Joanna for approval, seeing her nod, her teeth biting into her lower lip with a mix of anxiety and consent. Here I was, flanked by two beautiful women, my erection painfully hard, watching my favorite show. Life was a blend of sheer bliss and exquisite agony.

My hands found Joanna's thighs, the initial touch sending a ticklish shudder through her, making her squirm. I pressed into her muscles, attempting to soothe, but she only giggled more, the movement causing her to push my hands away, her laughter filling the room.

In her squirming, the shirt she wore rode up, revealing the hidden treasure beneath. My eyes widened in surprise, mirroring Joanna's own realization that she was now fully exposed to both Jaimee and me. She moved to cover herself, but Jaimee's voice cut through the moment, sharp and commanding.

"Leave it," Jaimee instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Joanna's hands froze, her breath quickening, her chest heaving with each rapid breath, her cheeks flushing a deep, telling red.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from the vision before me. Joanna's pussy was a revelation, her pubic hair trimmed but still a thick, lush red bush at its center—a stark contrast to Jaimee's bareness. The sight alone sent my already racing pulse into overdrive. Under that fiery mane, her lips were already glistening in arousal, the moisture like a beacon drawing me in. The sight was intoxicating, the raw, natural attraction of her body stirring that primal need within me.

“Go on, Ky,” my wife whispered to me. “Take her.”

“Then, she began to shed the more revealing clothes, pulling off the tight, low-cut top that had been accentuating her cleavage, trying to make the most of what she had.

"Making the most of your assets, are we?" I commented with a smirk, watching her in the mirror.

Jaimee laughed, a sound laced with both humor and fatigue. "Sipho and his lot love cleavage, but I've only got so much to offer."

"You look amazing just the way you are," I said sincerely, the thought of Sipho pushing for a breast enhancement crossing my mind, but I was too scared to give voice to it, fearing it might plant the idea.”

Foretold is forewarned they say.
I brought it up in a previous response to you. Some men like curvy women,
Especially slutty, curvy whores.
While a bbl is a big change to go through, I’m sure Sipho knows enough people and has enough connections and could get her an evaluation and a breast enhancement surgery within the space of 10 to 14 days.
Big slutty, tattooed tits on his little whore’s body would no doubt drive Sipho and his buddies crazy, and remind you constantly of Jaimie’s status as a taken woman, the sextoy of another man. A submissive to the whims of a man not her husband. Wearing her baggy clothes especially to try to hide her new curves.
AANNNNNNDDDDDDD, they are easily reversible and removed whenever the game is over aanndddd if Jaimie doesn’t want them anymore.
What a sales pitch to you the husband.
“You know Ky, they will only be in as long as we are playing the game. And since I’m Sipho’s woman now, I need to make him happy. It’s not like forever. Women get breast implants removed all the time……”
It’s actually probably easier to get implants removed then to get those large elaborate tattoos removed.
Not sure how far in the past you in the story if at all.
Thank you for sharing and eagerly awaiting the next updates……..

[Ky_Da]

I've decided to back off on the prose a bit going forward. I enjoy being a little over the top and a touch verbose on the prose, but it makes for very slow writing. Hopefully I don't lose too much, but this will help me cut down the time writing and still get my day job done.

I wanted to share an experience that stands out as one of my more intense cuckold moments. This one's fresh, just a week ago. I'll circle back to past escapades later, but I needed to get this down before the details faded.

On a recent Friday evening, Jaimee and I were set to go to dinner with our neighbors. I've mentioned them before—George and Lauren, Josh and Hannah. Good folks, always a laugh. They know how we live but aren't players themselves, just curious bystanders who love to pepper us with questions. We usually catch up with them every other month or so for a chill dinner.

Typically, these nights are uneventful, which suits us fine. It's a chance to unwind, chat about life's irritations, and enjoy some adult conversation.

Jaimee had gone for something classier tonight, wearing this dark blue dress that came down to her knees. It was pretty simple, not too showy, with sleeves that ended just above her elbows. She had this gold belt that cinched her waist. On her feet were these black heels, not too high, just enough to make her legs look good. Even with the conservative look, you could just see the edge of her spade tattoo, peeking out like a secret only we knew about.

My wife was buzzing with excitement; our friend George had pulled some strings for reservations at a swanky private club in London. He kept the name under wraps, just said it was "posh" with exquisite food and entertainment. George is that guy, always connected, like Kramer's mythical friend Bob Sacamano.

As we approached, Jaimee's demeanor shifted; her excitement morphed into nervousness.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

Leaning close, she whispered, "I've been here before."

"Really? When? With Sipho?"

She shook her head, ensuring we were out of earshot from our friends. "No, with 'friends' of his," she confessed, her voice low with hesitation.

"Friends, plural, as in more than one?" I asked. When she didn't answer I pushed, "How many?"

It took a long moment, but finally she said, "A few," and then quickly added, "I'll tell you about it later."

"Damn," I breathed out in surprise. I hadn't heard this tale yet. I was a little bothered she hadn't told me, and simultaneously turned on that she had a sexy story I hadn't heard yet.

"Well, I wouldn't think the odds are high they'll here tonight - why so nervous?" I asked her, considering this place was all about high-class decorum, not the scene for any wild sexual escapades. It was the epitome of British elegance, where jackets were mandatory post-6 PM and sneakers were a no-go.

"Maybe not," she conceded, "but things got a bit wild last time. There's a nightclub in the basement, and private rooms."

I wasn't sure how to react. We were here for dinner and a show, not for erotic adventures. Again I felt a twinge of annoyance that she hadn't mentioned this before.

"Why didn't you tell me about coming here? What happened exactly?"

Jaimee looked away; even in the fading light, I could imagine the blush on her cheeks. "You know the rules, Ky. I don't have to spill everything. I choose what you get to know."

"I know, but this sounds like a story worth hearing," I pressed.

Jaimee's smile was mischievous, and I couldn't help but wonder if that smile was more Lexi than Jaimee, her demeanor shifting from timid to confident with only seconds in between. "It is. This place screams luxury. We danced in the club until one, then moved to a private room until dawn."

"And the 'we' in that sentence, Sipho's friends, anyone I know?"

She shook her head. "No, no one you've met."

I wanted to dig deeper, but we had reached the club's entrance.

As we stepped into the establishment, the opulence hit us like a wave. The door was opened by a doorman in a tailored suit, his expression one of practiced discretion. Inside, the décor was all dark wood, plush red velvet, and art deco mirrors reflecting light from crystal chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint aroma of gourmet cuisine.

We were greeted by a hostess with an accent as polished as the silver cutlery, who led us through a maze of tables set for the elite. Each table bore the marks of wealth—fine china, sparkling glasses, and small, tasteful floral arrangements.

The main room was vast, with a stage at one end where a pianist played soft, sophisticated melodies that filled the room without overpowering conversation. His fingers danced over the keys, adding a layer of class to the dining experience.

Our table was in a prime spot, offering a view of both the stage and the room's grand entrance. The chairs were high-backed and cushioned, upholstered in rich leather. As we sat, the waiter, with the grace of a seasoned professional, presented the menu, explaining the night's special—a dish that sounded like a culinary adventure.

The atmosphere was electric with the hum of quiet conversation, laughter, and the clink of crystal. Everyone here seemed to belong to a world where every detail was curated to perfection.

As we settled in, I couldn't help but think of the conversation with my wife, imagining her coming here in the company of three men. This wasn't a seedy joint filled with the sex-seeking masses. This was London's high society.

As we settled into our plush seats, the waiter appeared, his demeanor as polished as the silverware he presented.

"Would you care for some wine to start?" he asked, his voice smooth, almost blending into the ambiance of the room.

George, always the host, took charge. "Let's have a bottle of red--we'll go with your recommendation. And for starters, we'll go with the oysters, shall we?"

Lauren chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "Oysters, huh? Someone's feeling adventurous tonight." She glanced at Jaimee, her gaze lingering on the visible part of the spade tattoo.

As the waiter glided away to retrieve our order, Hannah leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "So, Jaimee, I notice the hint of a tattoo there. May we have a look?"

I observed Jaimee's cheeks flush with a blend of embarrassment and thrill. She glanced at the tattoo, then back at Hannah, her eyes reflecting a momentary struggle.

"This?" she murmured, her voice a soft echo in the elegant room. I watched intently as she gently tugged at her blouse, revealing just the tip of the spade tattoo. "It's... well, it's personal..." Her voice dwindled into silence, as if the words themselves were too audacious to voice.

"Come on, then," Hannah urged, her tone laced with playful insistence. "Show us."

Jaimee's gaze darted around the room, checking for prying eyes. Then, with a swift, almost defiant motion, she pulled her blouse aside, exposing not just the tattoo but also a glimpse of her breast, the edge of her areola just visible. She held the pose for a mere two heartbeats before quickly covering up again, her cheeks now a deeper shade of pink from the audacity of the moment.

"Is that a spade from playing cards?" Lauren inquired, her tone light but puzzled. "Are you secretly a gambling addict?"

Both George and Josh nearly choked on their laughter, managing to stifle their chuckles into coughs.

"No, dear," George managed, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "I'm fairly sure it's not about gambling."

"What is it about, then?" Lauren pressed, her curiosity piqued.

"It's more about... sexual preferences," Hannah whispered, ensuring her voice carried only to our table.

"A playing card for sexual preference?" Lauren echoed, still baffled.

"See the shape," Hannah clarified, drawing an imaginary spade in the air. Jaimee, looking increasingly uncomfortable, averted her gaze, as if she could distance herself from the conversation.

"I'm not getting it," Lauren admitted, her frustration evident.

"It's a kink thing, isn't it?" Josh ventured, jumping into the discussion.

Jaimee avoided eye contact, leaving me to respond. I nodded, trying to keep things light. "It's part of our... game," I said, hoping my vague explanation would close the topic, though I knew it wouldn't.

"Could someone just explain what it means?" Lauren demanded, her voice a mix of confusion and impatience. "Apparently, I'm the only one in the dark here."

Hannah leaned in closer, her voice a soft murmur meant only for our ears. "It's a symbol, Lauren. In some circles, the spade represents... well, it's for those who prefer black partners, sexually speaking. It's part of the cuckolding scene."

Lauren's eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming an 'O' of understanding. "Oh!" she exclaimed, the realization dawning on her like a sudden, bright light. "You mean... with Sipho?" Her voice was a whisper, but the surprise was loud in her eyes.

Hannah nodded subtly, confirming Lauren's sudden comprehension. "Exactly. It's a sign of her... adventures, shall we say." Seeing her friend's continued confusion, she went on. "It's more than just a symbol, silly. See the spade's broad, curved tip? See how it mirrors the the shape of a woman's open legs, inviting, seductive. And the stem, long and firm... it's meant to represent a black cock, penetrating the woman."

Lauren's gaze darted back and forth between Hannah and Jaimee, her face a portrait of astonishment and insatiable curiosity. Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack, like she'd just stumbled upon a secret universe. It was as if her brain was short-circuiting, trying to reconcile this spicy slice of Jaimee's life with the image she'd always held. Her expression was almost cartoonish, her eyebrows arching so high they seemed to touch her hairline. .

Hannah, catching Lauren's bewildered look, couldn't suppress a giggle. "Looks like you've just had your mind blown, Lauren. You might need a system reboot," she quipped, her playful tone diffusing the tension with a touch of humor.

The table lapsed into a brief, awkward silence, with only the clatter of cutlery from other diners punctuating the air. Jaimee, sensing the weight of all eyes on her, took a measured sip of her wine, her gaze fixed somewhere over everyone's heads. Her posture was a blend of retreat and quiet defiance. With a sigh, Jaimee deadpanned, "Oh, good. I was worried we'd run out of conversation."

Everyone let out a chuckle, and with that, the ice seemed to crack and melt away. The tension dissipated like steam from a kettle, leaving everyone visibly more at ease.

"In all seriousness though," Lauren began, her words halting, almost stumbling over themselves. "I've never met anyone quite like you two. I suppose I've lived a rather... sheltered life, haven't I? And I must admit, I'm ever so curious. Would it be terribly forward to ask... how did you both come to... embark on this lifestyle?" Her voice trailed off, as if each word was a tentative step into unknown territory.

I let out a nervous chuckle, the kind that betrayed the anxiety bubbling beneath my usual calm exterior. It wasn't often I had to articulate these feelings out loud, especially in such a public setting. "Well," I began, my voice tinged with a slight tremor, "it's about... seeing Jaimee in her element, isn't it?" I paused, gathering the courage to continue. "There's this... this beauty in watching her explore her desires, to see her fantasies become reality. It's..." I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everyone's expectant gaze, "it's her pleasure, her liberation. When she's with someone who can fulfill those parts of her sexuality that I can't alone, it's not just the physical aspect, it's about her journey of self-discovery." My words stumbled a bit, but the sincerity was there. "It's exhilarating, really, to be part of that, to support her in embracing who she is."

Just then, the waiter arrived, presenting a parade of dishes that filled the air with savory aromas. The tension of the earlier conversation was quickly replaced by the excitement of the culinary delights set before us. As we all started to serve ourselves, Hannah, with a mischievous glint in her eye, decided to steer the conversation back to the spicy topic at hand.

"You know," Hannah said with a cheeky grin, "there's something quite titillating about your setup. Not that I'd have the balls for it, but Josh and I could do with some bedroom seasoning." She elbowed Josh, who laughed, his face turning the color of the wine they were drinking.

Lauren, catching the vibe, chimed in with a giggle, "Oh, I'm all for an adventure! It's like adding a splash of Tabasco to your tea - a bit mad but thrilling, right?"

George, never one to miss a chance for a laugh, quipped, "Spices, you say? We'd be lucky if we could handle a pinch of salt on our crumpets at this point." His laughter was contagious, wiping away any lingering tension.

Josh, playing along, added, "I'd probably set the kitchen on fire trying to spice things up, but hey, a little excitement never hurt anyone, did it?"

The conversation flowed easily, filled with light-hearted jests and playful admissions. It was clear that none of them were about to dive headfirst into the lifestyle Jaimee and I shared, but the idea of adding a little fun and spice to their own relationships was humorously entertaining for all.

Jaimee, sensing the playful yet hesitant energy around the table, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "You know," she said, her voice low and teasing, "if you're all truly interested in spicing things up, there might be an opportunity tonight."

The reaction was immediate; Lauren's eyes widened, George laughed nervously, and Josh nearly dropped his fork. "Oh, well, I mean, we were just joking about..." Lauren started, her words tumbling out in a flustered rush.

George chuckled, "Yes, just a bit of fun, you know, not looking to dive into the deep end!"

Josh joined in, "Exactly, just stirring the pot with words."

But Hannah, always the bolder one, couldn't resist the bait. "What do you have in mind, Jaimee?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Jaimee's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "There's a nightclub in the basement here. I might be able to get us all in. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, but you might see things that are a little... provocative. It could stoke the fire, so to speak, give you a taste of something different." Her tone was light, ensuring everyone knew there was no pressure, just an invitation to expand their horizons in a safe environment.

Jaimee pulled out her phone under the table, the screen casting a soft light on her face. "Shall I try?" She glanced around the table, meeting each pair of eyes filled with nervous excitement. After a moment of silent agreement, one by one, they nodded, their hesitance giving way to curiosity and a shared sense of adventure.

Jaimee: Daddy, I'm with Hanna, Lauren, and their husbands tonight at the Velvet Marquis. Can you help us get into the nightclub?

Sipho: Who's asking, Jaimee or Lexi?

Jaimee: Lexi.

Sipho: Good girl. but that's a big ask, little one. Not cheap.

Jaimee: I know. We'll pay our own way.

Sipho: Not the cost I'm referring to.

Jaimee; ???

Sipho: Cost is more decoration for Lexi.

Jaimee: More? But Daddy, I already have so many...

Sipho: That's the price. You're choice. You can always call it a night.

Jaimee: They'd have to be small. What are you thinking?"

Sipho: Small-ish, but I choose.

Jaimee: But where? What?

Sipho: You'll find out when the time comes.

I leaned over, watching the exchange, my heart beating faster with each message. This dynamic between Jaimee and Sipho, where she deferred to him, was both a turn-on and a source of nervous energy for me.

Jaimee: I'm a bit scared, Daddy.

Sipho: You'll love 'em, my little Lexi. Trust me.

Jaimee's expression was one of submission mixed with a deep-seated desire, her fear palpable yet overridden by her need to please Sipho, to embrace this part of her identity. My own emotions were a whirlwind; the thought of Jaimee being marked by Sipho was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

Jaimee: Just small ones, Daddy? Please?

Sipho: No more details. That's the deal.

I whispered in her ear, my voice low with a mix of concern and encouragement, "It's your choice. I'll support you either way," I said, wanting to say more but restraining myself.

Jaimee's eyes met mine, seeking my support, her fingers hovering over the screen before she typed.

Jaimee: Agreed.

Sipho: Very well, I'll see what I can make happen.

She set her phone down. I was the only one to see her hands shaking, the tension in the air almost tangible. I could see the battle within her, the pull of subservience to Sipho, the thrill of the unknown, and the fear of what this might mean for her, for us. Yet, there was an undeniable excitement, a step further into new territory.

After a tense wait, the atmosphere at our table was thick with anticipation when a man, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that whispered of wealth and discretion, approached us. "I've been asked to escort your group to further entertainment," he announced, his voice a smooth baritone that seemed to fit perfectly within the opulent surroundings of The Velvet Marquis.

The other couples exchanged nervous yet excited glances. Lauren clutched George's arm a bit tighter, her eyes wide with the thrill of the unknown, while Josh and Hannah shared a look that said they were in for an adventure they'd never forget. We all rose, following our guide through the main dining area, where the clink of crystal and the murmur of conversations faded behind us.

Our path led us down a corridor lined with rich, dark wood paneling and art deco sconces, the carpet a deep scarlet. Even the air was scented. It was one level of luxury on top of another. As we walked, the sounds of the upper echelons of society were replaced by a distant, rhythmic pulse of music that promised something more exhilarating.

At a set of double doors, guarded by security, we were ushered down a grand staircase where the music's pulse grew stronger, blending jazz with modern beats.

The nightclub was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers cast light across black and gold damask walls, with mirrors enhancing the space. The crowd was diverse but uniformly sophisticated, dressed in evening wear that sparkled under the lights.

We were led to a secluded area with a sheer curtain for privacy, where plush burgundy velvet couches and high-backed chairs awaited us. A table was set with fine spirits, from aged whiskies to vintage champagnes.

As we settled in, the music, a mix of soulful jazz and electronic beats, invited even the shyest among us to sway or tap a foot. Here, in this high-class haven, one could indulge in both observation and participation, each moment tailored for pleasure and discretion.

I had the thought more than once of, 'So, this is how the other half lives.'

We shared our secluded alcove with approximately eight or nine others, each radiating wealth, influence, and a clear camaraderie. They introduced themselves with an air of casual sophistication; I caught names like Daniel, Sophia, Charlotte, and perhaps Fiona. The men were in suits that seemed to sculpt their bodies, while the women wore cocktail dresses that clung to their figures with an artful precision.

Our group, in comparison, was dressed much too conservatively for the occasion, making our neighbor friends visibly feel out of place. A waiter soon appeared, ready to take drink orders, and we felt the urge to loosen up with a few shots. Even our usually reserved ladies, Lauren and Hannah, knocked back some high-octane cocktails.

It wasn't long before we were mingling with the others. Despite our slightly mismatched attire, no one made us feel like we didn't belong. Daniel, I think it was, offered around a tray of various pills with the confidence of someone who knew the room's preferences. I've rarely dabbled with drugs, and I wasn't keen on anything hard, but I found myself persuaded to try some ecstasy. Surprisingly, Hannah and Lauren opted for GHB, while their husbands took some unfamiliar pill. Jaimee, following my lead, also took an ecstasy pill, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she did so.

It didn't take long for the dance floor to call to us, and I seized the chance to dance with Jaimee for the first twenty minutes or so, reveling in our shared rhythm. Then, in the spirit of the night, we swapped partners, dancing with others for several songs. When I returned to Jaimee, ready to head back to our table, a man approached, asking for the next dance with her. She accepted with a smile, and I headed back to our private nook.

By then, the ecstasy had woven its magic through me, leaving me in a state of blissful relaxation. The original couples from our area had seemingly vanished, replaced by new faces. I struck up a conversation with Josh and George, our wives now dancing with different partners, clearly enjoying themselves. I noticed a hint of jealousy in Josh and George's expressions, but they quickly quashed it by seeking out other women to dance with, disappearing into the crowd as I opted for a brief respite.

Scanning the dance floor, I caught fleeting glimpses of Jaimee and our friends. George and Josh had found their way back to their wives, holding them close, unwilling to let go again. Jaimee, meanwhile, was on the arm of a man who danced with professional grace. Together, they glided across the floor, their movements seamless and captivating, looking utterly spectacular.


The four of us eventually returned to our private nook and it's plush couches. As we settled in, Hannah was the first to break the small talk, her voice still buzzing with the night's energy, "Can you believe this place? It's like stepping into another world!"

Lauren nodded, her eyes sparkling, "A world where you can forget all your worries and just... be."

Josh chuckled, "Or maybe create new worries for the morning after."

George added sarcastically, "Well, if we're talking about worries, I'm more concerned about how much this night is going to cost me."

We laughed, the sound mingling with the music, a natural rhythm to our conversation. But the air shifted suddenly when a tall, lithe black man appeared, his physique fit, his demeanor one of urgency. He scanned the area with sharp, focused eyes before speaking, "Excuse me. I'm looking for Lexi." His voice was a deep baritone and his accent American.

Hannah quickly responded, "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. There's no Lexi here."

As Hannah's words hung in the air, my stomach twisted with a bout of anxious emotion. I watched, captivated and unnerved, as realization dawned on my wife's face. With deliberate grace, she raised her hand, her voice steady yet tinged with resignation, "I'm Lexi."

She slid off her wedding ring, passing it to me with a gaze that spoke of silent understanding. In that moment, she seemed to more fully accept the persona she once resisted, her transformation into Lexi becoming more real, more tangible, stirring a tumultuous mix of feelings within me as I clutched her ring.

The revelation hit our friends like a gentle slap, confusion painting their features. I knew I had to bridge the gap of information they were missing.

"Lexi is... Jaimee's other side, so to speak," I began, my voice laced with vulnerability. "When she's Lexi, she explores, she... indulges in parts of herself that Jaimee keeps hidden. It's something we've been playing with lately - part of our game." I could feel the weight of their gazes, the silent questions hanging like a veil between us. "It's not something we share with everyone, but you're our friends, and tonight... tonight is about embracing those hidden parts."

Just then, the man, his breath still catching up with him, sliced through the tension with his words. His eyes first found Lexi, his voice steady, "Sipho called me. Asked me to take care of his girl." He then swept his gaze across the rest of us, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "When he makes an offer like this, you don't turn it down." His attention snapped back to Lexi. "He said to come get his girl for the night, and to tell you that he has plans for you tomorrow."

The air in the room thickened, charged with the erotic tension of the moment, as the dynamic shifted like the tide under a full moon. Our friends' faces were a canvas of emotions - shock, curiosity, and the dawning realization of the night's true nature. The presence of this man, Brian, connected to Sipho, was like a promise of forbidden pleasures, a visceral reminder of the stakes involved in our game of desire and dominance.

Lexi, her voice laced with a teasing challenge, yet underscored by the thrill of submission, asked, "Do we need to leave now? I don't even know your name. And maybe I'll decide I'm not interested in going with you."

Brian's response was a low, confident murmur, his eyes tracing the tattoos that marked Lexi's skin like a map of her desires, "I'm Brian, and we need to go soon. But the tattoos you wear tell me you want to leave with me." His words were not just an observation but a claim, his gaze going to Sipho's initials on her wrist, and then lingering on the spade that symbolized her submission to this lifestyle, to Sipho's will, and by extension, to him.

The room seemed to pulse with the silent acknowledgment of what was about to happen. My heart raced, a cocktail of jealousy, arousal, and the inexplicable thrill of watching my wife embrace her alter ego, Lexi, ready to embark on a night of pleasure with another man. This was the essence of our relationship, a dance of power, trust, and unbridled sexuality.

Our neighbors, now fully witnessing the depth of our arrangement, could no longer pretend ignorance. Their eyes darted between us, the shock giving way to a voyeuristic fascination, their own desires perhaps stirred by the raw display of cuckoldry before them. Hannah's lips parted slightly, Lauren's breath hitched, and both George and Josh seemed to be grappling with their reactions, a mix of discomfort and undeniable intrigue.

I felt the heat of my lust intensify, the sight of Lexi, my wife, so willingly slipping into this role, her readiness to go with Brian a testament to the complexity of our bond. Her acceptance of this part of herself, of our life together, was both a torment and a turn-on, pushing me deeper into the role of the cuckold, reveling in the pain and pleasure of her surrender to another's desires.

Lexi turned to me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of defiance and desire. "I'm going with Brian," she stated, her voice a velvet promise of the night to come.

"Please, stay," I found myself whispering, the plea laced with a desperate need to keep this evening, this moment, intact with her by my side. "We're on a date with our friends, we've had such a good time. Can't we just... end the night together?"

Her gaze softened, yet her resolve was unyielding. "You agreed to the deal, remember?" she reminded me, her words slicing through my hope like a well-sharpened blade. "These tattoos," she gestured to the symbols on her skin, "are here because of you, because of us. But right now, my body, my sexuality... it belongs to someone else. I have no choice but to please him."

The weight of her words hit me like a physical blow, my arousal and jealousy intertwining into a knot of complex emotions. Her submission to another, her transformation into Lexi, was not just an act but a testament to our relationship's depth, a cuckold's fantasy made painfully, erotically real. She was about to leave with another man, her pleasure and satisfaction now in someone else's hands, a fact that both tormented and titillated me, pushing me to the edge of my own desires.

Lexi rose from the couch, her movements fluid and deliberate, the transformation into her alter ego complete. Brian, with an air of possession, placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her with a confidence that spoke volumes of his claim over her. She didn't resist; instead, she leaned into his touch, her body language a silent acknowledgment of his temporary ownership. Her acceptance was palpable, her steps towards the exit with him a dance of submission and anticipation.

Our friends watched, their expressions a mix of shock and undeniable arousal. The scene before them was like a forbidden fruit they'd only heard whispers about, now laid bare in its luscious reality.

Hannah, her voice a breathless murmur, broke the silence, "I think I want to go home soon," her eyes locking with Josh's, a clear signal of her own stirred desires.

As Lexi and Brian disappeared from view, the energy in our group shifted. The trip home was charged with a new, palpable tension. Instead of questions, our friends were lost in each other, their kisses deep and urgent, reminiscent of teenage passion but fueled by the night's revelations. They made out with a fervor that left no room for conversation, their hands exploring with the eagerness of discovery.

I was relieved when I finally dropped them off at their respective homes, their farewells quick and distracted. The night had exhausted me, not just physically but emotionally, the rollercoaster of watching Lexi embrace her role, the dynamic of our relationship laid bare for our friends to see, stirring desires and questions that would linger. Lust ran through my veins like some kind of fuel additive. I'd never felt emotions so strong and intense in our relationship. I knew I wouldn't simply be able to go to bed after a night like this. Luckily, there was someone who could help me with my dilemma.

[Goodboy66]

I was relieved when I finally dropped them off at their respective homes,

They're your neighbours, did you give them a piggyback?

[offendedgame]

Bob Sacamano

Anyway, that was very intense. I don't envy you right now.

[mick_flow]

Wow, that update was filled with the lust and excitement. Epic writing Ky! - You may feel it isn't as polished, but it certainly doesn't come across that way. It was beautiful. I was riveted.

I sense you are keeping Joanna away from these pages? - I understand if that is not something you want to share. But I have to say, I'm as interested in what happened while watching the Expanse as I am in what happened to Lexi, and what did "Daddy" do to her body?

Cliffhanger Ky strikes again!

[scdiver]

Ky, Your writing is superb, your story is enthralling, but frightening. I too once headed down the path you and Jaimee are following. This was in the late 70’s and early 80’s. Back then there was very little information to be had and the creeps and lowlifes where everywhere. First we tried swinging, then I found I liked getting my wife fucked more interesting. It led to our divorce. Yes there were drugs involved, but not a lot. My two kids from that marriage figured out what we were doing and it really affected them, specially my daughter from that marriage. She started doing drugs and having free sex. All behind my back. She got married at 18, had four kid from four different guys and not her husband. She got divorced and took her own life in her early 40’s.
I have been remarried for 4 decades and even though I dream of the cuckold life I will not go through the destruction of my current family.
Your wife puts Sipho first always. When you manned up and fucked her, she made you call Sipho or she would tell him. She could of kept it a secret but Sipho comes first. This latest posting shows how much Sipho still comes first. If he askes her to enhance her breast without telling you first would she refuse because that is a hard pass for you or would she come home to you with new tits. Sipho would ask Lexi for this as they are fucking and Lexi will agree to anything Sipho wants when she is orgasiming on Sipho’s cock. Remember I feel that Sipho comes first always. And that may include him asking for her birth control pills without your knowledge.
Lexi has promised new piercings. Is that a tong stud or a clit stud or rings and a lock on her cunt. The cunt lock will probably happen just before the end of May. Just so that you still can’t fuck her.
Have you let Sipho know about your Florida plans? I bet he will still demand a cost for her to go.
Lastly I want to warn you about the children. I can tell you for certain that they hear and see more than you know. They are like sponges, they may be watching Tv or playing a board game but you would be surprise what they see and hear. I know this from experience. They are too young to act on it now but as they get to be preteens then teens the questions will come. What will you do when they see Lexi’s ink when you go to Florida. They will not know what the spade tattoos means now but they will learn as they get older.
Jaimee and you have let her become a branded, collard, and named sex slave. I know you are enjoying this now but I would reconsider staying in that area for too long a time. Sipho’s hold on Lexi will only grow.
Jaimee is a one in a million woman. I am sure Sipho has figured this out and will at some time try to take her for himself. Jaimee’s will to put her kids first will fade with time. The first entry in her diary kind of shows this.
Good luck Ky, I hope my predictions are all hot air. Please keep writing. I am enjoying your journey.

[rascalnvixen]

Wow!!! That night had to be a serious gut punch to have your friends view of your lifestyle evolve from slightly erotic to something almost beyond belief! If you had told them about all of this, they would never have believed you, but there you were, having Jaimee/Lexi pull back the curtains of secrecy of her sexuality and your willingness to let her enjoy her needs right in front of you and your friends. The following hours must have been full of soul searching and life examination. I, personally, don't envy you at all. Good luck in the future with the realization of your exposures. For me, this would be a catalyst for a major change, but I'm not you and you have a different comfort for these things. Looking forward to hearing what the friends had to say in the days following and how they relate to you going forward.

Rascal

[coastalkid]

It does feel like you're way out on limb here.

[elina]

Dear Ky,

Thank you for sharing an incredible post. Sometimes it is not the sexual acts that is most impactfull. In this case you don't really share any explicit sexual activities; it just illustrates the truth of the saying that 90% of the sexual experience is what happens in your mind!

Just a few comments from my perspective.

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I let out a nervous chuckle, the kind that betrayed the anxiety bubbling beneath my usual calm exterior. It wasn't often I had to articulate these feelings out loud, especially in such a public setting. "Well," I began, my voice tinged with a slight tremor, "it's about... seeing Jaimee in her element, isn't it?" I paused, gathering the courage to continue. "There's this... this beauty in watching her explore her desires, to see her fantasies become reality. It's..." I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everyone's expectant gaze, "it's her pleasure, her liberation. When she's with someone who can fulfill those parts of her sexuality that I can't alone, it's not just the physical aspect, it's about her journey of self-discovery." My words stumbled a bit, but the sincerity was there. "It's exhilarating, really, to be part of that, to support her in embracing who she is."

That was a brave, honest and very good explanation. I particularly admire your willingness to bare yourself and take responsibility for your desires that have helped Jaimee become Lexi & Jaimee in the same body.

...........
Jaimee, sensing the playful yet hesitant energy around the table, leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "You know," she said, her voice low and teasing, "if you're all truly interested in spicing things up, there might be an opportunity tonight."

Wow. This was the most surprising part to me. It seems to indicate that Jaimee now had a (subconcious to that point?) desire to come fully out of the closet with Hers and yours more vanilla friends. Perhaps this was also playing in Her subconcious mind when She made the choice of dress that revealed a fraction of the QoS tattoo, even if at that point She did not know where you were having dinner?

Her subsequent submission to Sipho's conditions to help you get in to the club, Her confirmation when he asked that it was Lexi asking and not Jaimee in essence a signal that She was ready to surrender to him that night, and finally Her departure with Brian as your friends at that point clearly knew that She would submit to Her desires for black males fucking Her silly, it clearly shows the extent with which the Jaimee and Lexi persona are now integrated in Her.

.........
I was relieved when I finally dropped them off at their respective homes, their farewells quick and distracted. The night had exhausted me, not just physically but emotionally, the rollercoaster of watching Lexi embrace her role, the dynamic of our relationship laid bare for our friends to see, stirring desires and questions that would linger. Lust ran through my veins like some kind of fuel additive. I'd never felt emotions so strong and intense in our relationship. I knew I wouldn't simply be able to go to bed after a night like this. Luckily, there was someone who could help me with my dilemma.

I am really glad that you did have someone who was able to help with your dilemma. I hope that you are also taking good care of that wonderful person!

Sincerely
elina

[subtoall]

Lust ran through my veins like some kind of fuel additive. I'd never felt emotions so strong and intense in our relationship. I knew I wouldn't simply be able to go to bed after a night like this. Luckily, there was someone who could help me with my dilemma.

Actually, it was MDMA that was running through your veins. And yeah, ain't nobody gonna sleep on that.

Also, you're going to "back off on the prose a bit," you say. Sorry folks, I don't see it.

And finally, OMFG, with an emphasis on the F.

[Mycall]

Like the way being marked with tattoos has gone from a hard limit to a one off sign of commitment. Then a funishment for breaking the rules and finally to a way to getting friends into a nightclub. It shows how as the situation is evolving the unthinkable is slowly becoming the standard and the norm.

I can only see the stakes getting raised from here.

My personal guess is that Sipho will instigate a situation where he has 24 or 48 hours to mark and decorate Jaimee however he pleases or instigate where Both Jaimee and Ky agree to allow her body becomes his to mould for a certain period.

How would Jamiee react to other requests? How malleable has she become and how much to you both get off on the idea of full submission?

It is clear that Sipho really gets off on the idea of having Jamiee change her body for him. If she will now readily agree to tattoos then is there a new limit? I know pregnancy is a big no but what if for example her decided he liked the idea of her putting on weight and becoming more curvy?

Would she agree to that?

It’s difficult to envisage where things will progress to next. It seems like there is a psychological next step of becoming more outed but I am still really intrigued to know which limits will be pushed especially as physically it’s quite difficult to go beyond letting someone permanently decorate your body as they see fit.

Both Jaimee and Ky like to be pushed out of their comfort zone which means they the only way is up and gradually but constantly elevating the situation seems like the only way forward. Personally I don’t think for a moment that this will end in March, I suspect that something will be proposed that raises the stakes and gets the blood pumping.

[false-abroad]

Just reading this makes my blood boil, my heart is going strong like I'm sprinting and I sweat a lot. Often to read your posts I have to take small sips to go through it and not explode. It is not even the shear erotic load, it is this huge anxiety that makes it go round and turning. I am not sure I would ever be able (or even willing) to go to your level, but at the same time I am sure you thought about it yourself the same way at the beginning.

I realize this level of craftsmanship with words is not something that can be easily maintained, it needs time. Hats off to you Sir, again. Because of that even though I have a lot of questions I prefer lately to just cheer occasionally and not interfere. I have a question though: what are the current marks? I think I lost the description of the punishment batch of marks. I get there is succubus, spade and nipple rings (I love the idea of nipple rings or even single one for the asymmetry). EDIT: nevermind, I found it, don't know how I missed it before.

If I may ask more questions I wonder about the level of your access to your wife. I understand that you see her naked, she gives you occasional hand jobs, you cuddle, you kiss, is this all? Is there any oral sex between you two? Does she take creampies?

I am 90% sure the marks will get to her pussy before you will regain your marital rights. I imagine that the next time you will get inside your wife the marks will enhance the experience even more. I presume a clit or labial piercing and a tattoo, because I don't think it will end with a single mark. Maybe that is something that just happened. I also think that there will be a mark that can't be easily hidden, but maybe it will be more innocent looking for bystanders. When asked about it it will be easy to say anything, but you both will know the meaning.

Oh and I sure hope you will not relent for any kind of body modifications like fill ups, boob jobs, nose jobs or whatever. I think that would be far too much and absolutely unnecessary. Though not my life

I wonder what would you say to a tongue piercing. From what I understand they are seen as a thing almost explicitly for enhancing blowjobs, while not really making it that different. The thought is erotic, but the realities of healing needed and obviousness of it makes it a no go for me personally.

Excuse me if I will sound like a party popper, but how did you drop them off while you were on E?

[Mycall]

Would love to know what would happen if Lexi messaged Sipho and asked what the cost would be for Jamiee to give Ky a blowjob.

As far as I am aware blowjobs are not explicitly banned but I think the simple act of asking permission would be incredibly hot, especially knowing what sort of response it would enact. Would Jamiee be resigned to family time and banned from further sexual activities with Lexi given the reigns, especially as Ky isn’t allowed to get intimate with Lexi.

It really would be an emotional rollercoaster looking into your wife’s eyes as she took your cock into her mouth and knowing that this simple act was likely going to leave a permanent impression on her body your relationship.

Would be gut wrenching to then find that she only asked because she was turned on by the thought of paying the debt and sinking further into submission rather than because she really wanted to give you a blowjob.

[Goodboy66]

My quick review of the literature suggests that of course pair bonding is scientifically understood as real. But it seems a result of hormonal activity in the brains of the pair rather than through any fluid interchange.

The discussion here has been about Jaimee's attachment. Powerful attachment tends to be mutual. I'll curious about Sipho's attachment. He is human too. Is it possible that he is getting in over his head as well, in love with Jaimee (or Lexi)?

He's a pimp - I doubt that he would get emotionally involved with his merchandise.

How much do you think Sipho charged Brian for a couple of hours with Lexi.

[tepidwalker]

He's a pimp - I doubt that he would get emotionally involved with his merchandise.
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How much do you think Sipho charged Brian for a couple of hours with Lexi.
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Probably enough to cover the cost for entry into the nightclub. Sipho is a pimp. Ky isn't even a husband anymore. His former wife only spends time with him when Sipho doesn't need her, and she's willing to drop everything and go to him no matter what time of day. That makes Ky a placeholder. As smart as Ky is, he's being very, very stupid by not stopping some of this from playing out. Sipho has broken every hard rule, and the husband and wife have "justified" it as being part of some elaborate "game". Except, this game isn't a game, it's real life and it has lasting consequences. Sure, they may say, "We're strong enough to get through it." Maybe so. Someone above commented that it won't be long until Jaimee comes back with breast implants, and I would bet when she does - even though it was a hard no - Ky will acquiesce and go back to being the subservient placeholder. If he doesn't want to lose what's left of his wife forever, he better do something to change this trajectory. It's reading like one of xleg's or jaycuck's car crash stories, but if this has real life consequences it's time to stop. The two were supposed to have a lovely night out as a couple with friends, and she ends up whoring herself out, via cash or tattoo, for entry into the club and Ky has to go home alone?

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum tepidwalker.