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

[Ky_Da]

So great to read this again. Can you share or remind us who your wife resembles? What about Wade? Who would play them in the movies?

Thanks for taking time to comment. I think I once wrote that she looks a little like Megan Fox back before all the plastic surgeries, but that's not really that accurate. I'd say she's closer to a shorter/younger version of Missy Peregrym but with a fuller mouth. And Wade, he's a tough one to compare. Best I could do would be to take the guy that plays Reacher but more of a Nordic look. He's jacked, and with a beard, he looks like he just got off a longboat and is ready to do some raping and pillaging.

[Ky_Da]

Not to sound all fanboy Ky, but your threads and posts have been the one thing I look for first on OHW for YEARS! Glad to have you back and hope you can find the time to help us catch up to where you are today.

Please don’t take this as a lecture or badgering, but what is it about eating creampies or sucking cock that you just can’t get past? Because frankly, Jaimee seems like a dream cuckoldress for you and knows how to push every one of your buttons. She has seemingly bent over backward and gone way outside of her initial comfort zones over and over to completely fulfill your fantasies. She desperately loves you and at least from your telling of it, it seems like all she wants to do is to take you to where your deepest fantasies want to go.

I recall a scene you described that I believe you may have since deleted, where you sucked Wade’s cock for her while his upper half was hidden from you and she came super hard while watching it. Given that reaction and knowing how happy you could make her, what is it about doing it that would prevent you from giving her that pleasure? It isn’t like you have not had a cock in your mouth a few times now and that you haven’t eaten somebody else’s cum from her before. So what is it that stops you from doing it again…and again and again?

If I had a wife that was so keyed in on what turned me on and was so willing to go so far to make me happy, there is nothing I wouldn’t do if she told me it turned her on. It is just a cock and some cum…

Again, I don’t mean that as a lecture, I am just honestly curious about what makes those things a step too far for you when you are both so far outside of the norm with this lifestyle to begin with.

Thanks for coming back and posting again, and if you decide the answers above are just too personal, I understand. But don’t think I won’t keep coming back here every day hoping to find another update from you. Happy New Year to you and the family and good luck with your career and (hopefully) less traveling in 2024.

I appreciate the comments, txrockdog. No worries about the lecture. It's nothing I haven't talked about with my wife a hundred times before. Actually, Jaimee would be thrilled to read your comments, and even more so if I listened to them. You're not wrong about her getting excited by those things, and me owing her more of those submissive acts. I don't know... there's probably some deep-seeded psychological reasoning behind it. I don't really have a solid explanation, and it's lead to a number of contentious arguments. Lately, when she does let me watch, she likes to come give me a kiss with her mouth coated with cum. I've accused her of doing it to get me slowly used to it, and she doesn't deny it, just gave me that yeah-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it looks. I haven't admitted this to her, but I think it's worked to some degree. I'm not as squeamish now as when she first did it. What can I say, I'm a work in progress.

[Ky_Da]

In answering Dave’s question above, it got me thinking about one of the crazier experiences I had last year. We made the move to London to be closer to the office I need to report to. It took a lot of time looking, but we finally found a flat that would work for us. Since I was traveling a lot for work, my wife made quick friends with some of the other women that live in the same building complex. Two of them she’s become very close friends with. They’re Lauren and her husband George, and Hannah and her husband Josh.

I met them in the early days after we moved in, but then didn’t have much contact because of my travel schedule. Jaimee would tell me about various play dates with the kids, and other impromptu get-togethers. After a time, Lauren and Hannah began to say things like, “I don’t know how you can stand to have your husband away for so long,” or, “We’re so sorry your home alone all the time.”

Eventually, Jaimee confessed that she had a boyfriend, and that every so often, she’d take the kids to a friend’s house so she could visit her ‘other’ man. The two friends thought it was scandalous, but they peppered her with dozens and dozens of questions. It’s one of those confessions where the two women emphatically said they’d never do something like that, but they were endlessly curious about the experience. Well, after Jaimee made the confession, it didn’t take long for their husbands to learn about it too. That meant that the next time I went over for a barbecue, I did so knowing that all the adults in the room knew that my wife cucked me.

Frankly, I didn’t want to go to that dinner date after I learned that our friends all knew. But, well, I lost the argument, and Jaimee was taking the kids, so I sucked it up and went. And of course, George and Josh both cornered me as soon as they had a chance, and yeah, I coughed up details and answered their questions. Funny enough, after that first Q&A ended, I felt a lot calmer about the whole thing. Something about putting it out there really helped me accept the whole thing.

Jaimee and I both agreed that we’d tell most of the truth, but we haven’t told anyone that I’m not the bio father of our boys. That’s something that I’ve only shared here, and I don’t plan on telling anyone else. Ever.

I have at least a dozen stories about Lauren, Hannah, and their husbands, but here’s one in particular I thought I’d share.

It was a Saturday morning, and I was watching TV in my hotel room, a Doubletree near the Staten Island ferry terminal, when my wife called. We chatted about the usual day-to-day stuff, and then she proceeds to tell me that Lauren and Hannah invited us out for drinks. Jaimee initially declined and told them I was traveling, and she wouldn’t want to be a third wheel. But then Lauren said they’d really like for her to come, and intimated that Jaimee should bring her boyfriend. Needless to say, that had my attention. I was really horny, so my immediate reaction was to approve, but my wife made me talk through it with her for nearly 30 minutes before we decided it was okay to try.

As you can imagine, the rest of that Saturday was spent in anxious anticipation. My wife ramped it up and sent me several pics of her getting ready to go out with her friends. She dressed fairly conservatively with a solid black blouse, these straight-leg jeans she often wears, and ankle high boots. I was hoping for something more risqué, but It still drove me nuts knowing she was getting ready to go out on the town with her boyfriend instead of me. We’ve gone through this kind of thing numerous times, but the angst and jealousy hit me hard that day.

Emillia came to the flat to watch the kids, and Jaimee and Matt went out like a regular couple. I got one pic after another of the group posing for various selfies and other shots. It was a trip seeing those pictures. From the pictures, and what I later learned, Matt got along great with Josh and George, and Lauren and Hannah went on and on about how good Matt looked, and how good Matt and Jaimee looked together. They all had a great time.

The pics that really twisted my guts were the ones of Jaimee and Matt kissing. She was smiling, happy, and looked extremely comfortable in his arms. Anyone would have mistaken them for a married couple in love. And at the end of the evening, Matt got to take his girlfriend back to her flat and fuck her until wee hours in the morning. Emilia had the kids in bed and left once Jaimee and Matt arrived. On a side note, that was the only time Matt was with my wife while the kids were home. Even though they were asleep, and Matt was gone well before they woke up, we decided after that experience that it wasn’t a good idea. We didn’t want one of them waking up in the middle of the night and coming into see a stranger on top of their mom.

But back to the experience, Jaimee did send me some audio recordings she’d taken when they were back in the flat, but they were mostly low quality, and the audio was terrible. They basically just talked about random things for an hour. I finally got one good video at the end of the night. Matt had shot the video. He was laying naked on his back, my wife between his legs with his cock in her mouth. She looked up when prompted, her eyes focused on the camera so that it felt like she was looking straight at me. He lifted her mouth off his cock and gripped it with her hand, stroking him gently as she smiled at me. I looked down her body and her breasts pressed against his thighs.

“Hello, Ky,” my wife said in the sultriest voice I’d ever heard from her. “I’m just enjoying my boyfriend for the night. His cock feels extra good tonight.” She ran her thumb over its circumcised tip and then teased it with her tongue. I heard Matt’s breath hitch. She never lost eye contact with the camera.

I felt like I was engulfed in an inferno. That night I couldn’t contain my lust any longer. I dropped my pants down and got myself off in seconds. I came so hard, but it didn’t even take the edge off. Watching the video, I came two more times, but even after three times, I was still burning up with lust. I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced it that intensely before.

I watched intensely as Jaimee made him cum. She giggled and laughed when it hit her cheek before she could get him back into her mouth. It floored me to see her throat move as she swallowed his cum. Matt groaned and grunted as she finished him off, the camera dropped to the bed but didn’t stop recording.

“I can’t believe how much you love cock,” Matt said, taking in deep breaths. “But I’m glad you do.”

"It's not about loving cock," Jaimee protested. "If that's all I wanted, I'd never have to leave this room. I've got a decent selection of dildos that generally do the trick... it's about giving someone extreme pleasure that's thrilling. I can feel your excitement, when you're getting close, I can tease you, and draw it out. But it's ultimately about being the one to give my partner pleasure."

“But you don’t seem to mind when I reciprocate the service,” Matt said.

I couldn’t make out Jaimee’s reply because she started laughing. The screen was only showing me a picture of the room’s ceiling, the video shaking as the bed moved. The two of them kissing and fondling went on for nearly twenty minutes before the call suddenly ended.

Since the experience above, we’ve gotten together with the neighbors a handful of times. George will occasionally ask me questions, but Josh is the one that peppers me the most with questions. I wondered if he might have some cuckold tendencies, or maybe he was trying to see if he could get with my wife. I haven’t ever pushed either way, and Josh seems harmless enough. I think he just has a lot of curiosity about it.

It’s so odd to sit and have an open conversation about being cuckolded, but it’s also been liberating.

[txrockdog]

Not to sound all fanboy Ky, but your threads and posts have been the one thing I look for first on OHW for YEARS! Glad to have you back and hope you can find the time to help us catch up to where you are today.

Please don’t take this as a lecture or badgering, but what is it about eating creampies or sucking cock that you just can’t get past? Because frankly, Jaimee seems like a dream cuckoldress for you and knows how to push every one of your buttons. She has seemingly bent over backward and gone way outside of her initial comfort zones over and over to completely fulfill your fantasies. She desperately loves you and at least from your telling of it, it seems like all she wants to do is to take you to where your deepest fantasies want to go.

I recall a scene you described that I believe you may have since deleted, where you sucked Wade’s cock for her while his upper half was hidden from you and she came super hard while watching it. Given that reaction and knowing how happy you could make her, what is it about doing it that would prevent you from giving her that pleasure? It isn’t like you have not had a cock in your mouth a few times now and that you haven’t eaten somebody else’s cum from her before. So what is it that stops you from doing it again…and again and again?

If I had a wife that was so keyed in on what turned me on and was so willing to go so far to make me happy, there is nothing I wouldn’t do if she told me it turned her on. It is just a cock and some cum…

Again, I don’t mean that as a lecture, I am just honestly curious about what makes those things a step too far for you when you are both so far outside of the norm with this lifestyle to begin with.

Thanks for coming back and posting again, and if you decide the answers above are just too personal, I understand. But don’t think I won’t keep coming back here every day hoping to find another update from you. Happy New Year to you and the family and good luck with your career and (hopefully) less traveling in 2024.

I appreciate the comments, txrockdog. No worries about the lecture. It's nothing I haven't talked about with my wife a hundred times before. Actually, Jaimee would be thrilled to read your comments, and even more so if I listened to them. You're not wrong about her getting excited by those things, and me owing her more of those submissive acts. I don't know... there's probably some deep-seeded psychological reasoning behind it. I don't really have a solid explanation, and it's lead to a number of contentious arguments. Lately, when she does let me watch, she likes to come give me a kiss with her mouth coated with cum. I've accused her of doing it to get me slowly used to it, and she doesn't deny it, just gave me that yeah-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it looks. I haven't admitted this to her, but I think it's worked to some degree. I'm not as squeamish now as when she first did it. What can I say, I'm a work in progress.

Thanks for the attempt to explain it from your end. I really do understand the idea that you might not even understand why you find it hard to do for her.

My suggestion is to not put so much meaning behind it beyond the fact that it turns her on and makes her cum harder. Don’t get on your knees next to her thinking “I am debasing myself by sucking this cock for her”. Get on your knees thinking “I am going to blow her mind with how enthusiastic I am sucking this cock for her and she is going to come SO hard watching me.” If she showed you a way to manipulate her clit with your tongue or a way to finger her that was guaranteed to make her cum hard, would you hesitate for a second to do it every time she let you? No. Well you have that key in your hand and you know how to use it. Everything else around it is just fluff. Do it as a tool to make her cum hard in a way that only you can.

Or don’t. You do you. But I think you are right that she is working on conditioning you to think of it as just what she does and to enjoy making her happy. If you want to amp that feeling up for her, go ahead and attack her lips with passion next time she does it. Surprise her with your enthusiasm. The positive feedback you get from her will make it that much easier to do it next time. Feed off of her enthusiasm instead of fearing your own insecurities about it.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for giving another glimpse of Jaimee and Matt with the neighbors in London. Always look forward to your updates

[Ky_Da]

While there are a handful of things I can still share about the last couple of years, I thought I might skip forward to the present time and share something more current, New Year’s Eve. I just sat down and wrote this in one go. Hopefully I didn’t make too many grammar and spelling mistakes that it makes it hard to read.

NYE went from a four on the excitement scale to an 11. That’s right, Nigel from one of the greatest bands ever, Spinal Tap, said best when he said, “Yeah, but this one goes to 11.”

To start, I have to say that Christmas and the following days were amazing. I had my wife to myself, we reconnected, had some great family time, and overall just had a wonderful time. I had taken the week off from work, and it was so nice to be lazy and kick back and watch movies all day long. Then on Thursday before NYE, Jaimee approached me in the evening.

“Lauren just popped in and invited us to their NYE party they’re planning. Want to go?”

I shrugged. “Sure,” I said without much excitement. I was happy to sit at home and just hang with the family. Going to the neighbor’s NYE party meant I’d have to be sociable and try to be outgoing.

“Sure?” Jaimee said, a single brow arching high. “You don’t sound excited.”

“Because you just sprung it on me,” I admitted. “I thought we were staying home that evening.”

“We’ve been stuck at home all week. Let’s go have some fun,” my wife said, sitting on my lap and running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes and nodded. This was one of those things that wasn’t worth arguing about, I would end up frustrating my wife and then neither of us would be happy. It was better to concede quickly and accept my fate. I was glad I did because we spent the next 20 minutes making out in the recliner while the kids played in front of the TV.

Jaimee gave me one last fervent kiss before drawing back. “Fancy a bit of play on NYE, or would you rather keep things more subdued?”


“What’d you have in mind?”

“Lauren asked if Mathew might like to come?” my wife said with a hopeful smile.

Cough-cough-cough. “Seriously?”

“Only if you want to. They all know Mathew as well as they know you, they’d like for him to be there.”

“And you?” I asked. “What do you want?”

“I’m of a mind to play,” Jaimee said, shifting in my lap and pressing herself against my dick. “I can make it interesting for my cuck-boy if he likes.”

Blood rushed to my face, Jaimee’s smile grew.

“I think I’ll go as Mathew’s date, let my cuck-boy husband come along if he behaves.”

I already had an erection from our make-out session, but with the current direction of conversation, it wasn’t softening in the least.

I had to clear my throat before I could ask, “You mean you’ll be a couple and I’ll be the spare? You’ll let him kiss you in front of everyone?”

“Ky, don’t be thick. You know I’ve gone to loads of get-togethers with my friends and Mathew as my date. And I assure you they’ve seen me do a lot more than kiss him.”

I sat up, feeling a little light headed. “Are you serious? They’ve seen you—what have they seen?” I sputtered.

Jaimee laughed and clapped me on the chest. “I was just having a go. You’re too easy cuck-boy. They’ve only seen us kiss.” My wife waited a moment for me to relax back into the recliner before adding, “But they all know we fuck.”

“Shit!” I swore under my breath. “You’re killing me woman.”

“You know I enjoy entertaining my man,” Jaimee said, curling back into me. “So we’re a go, yeah?”

I nodded again, “Sure… and our kids? Do we have to see if your parents can—.”

“—The party’s literally next door,” my wife interrupted. “We’ll go after we put them to bed and leave the baby monitor on. Your job will be to carry the little monitor around all night and come back if one of them wakes up.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

“No moaning,” Jaimee said, kissing me on the neck. “I promise to make it fun for you.”

The next few days alternated between fleeting rapidly and dragging slowly. For the most part, Jaimee’s attention was on me, but there were a few exceptions when she would be texting her boyfriend about NYE. But she made sure to text when I was sitting next to her so I could read along. I know they text often when I’m not around, but it is kind of fun to read along in the moment.

One of Matt’s texts read: What about the S-Party? Have you thought about it?

“S-Party?” I asked.

“Sex party,” my wife said distractedly as she responded. “An old mate of Mathew’s wants him to come to one, but he doesn’t want to go alone, so he keeps asking me.”

“How come you haven’t told me about this before? And where is it?”

“Because I haven’t been interested in a sex party with loads of strangers. And I don’t know, I guess they move around—different people hosting them.”

I sat contemplating that for several long minutes. I was entranced by the idea and for a moment, it was fun to indulge on the thought. An elbow to the side pulled me out of my stupor.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Blinking, I shook my head a little too quickly. Jaimee was no longer looking at her phone but at me, her eyes wide and her eyebrows both raised “You want me to go, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say that,” I protested meekly.

“You didn’t have to,” Jaimee said, shifting so she could better face me. “I can read my cuck-boy mind.”

“It was just a thought, you know, an erotic thought. If you don’t want to go, I’d never push you.”

“If I don’t want to go,” Jaimee repeated slowly, never breaking eye contact. “And if I did want to go?”

I moved my leg and tried to shift my dick because it was growing more erect by the second. “You already said you didn’t, so It’s a moot point.”

“Answer my question, Ky.” Jaimee’s voice grew serious but sultry at the same time. “If I wanted to go to a sex party with Mathew, would you be okay with it.” I was about to answer but she continued, “You want more blokes to ruin your wife’s pussy? Would you enjoy knowing your wife’s body count went up a few more. Most guys don’t want there women to have high body counts. But then, you’re not most guys. You know your wife’s body count is much higher than yours, but you still want more.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. My heart was racing by the idea and by the words coming from my wife. I was so amped up and pushed over the edge that words escaped me.

“You’re hopeless, Ky.” Jaimee giggled and relaxed her form next to me. “Let’s have some fun on NYE and call it enough.”

I exhaled a slow breath and nodded slowly. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Anymore than that was causing my brain to glitch.

Sunday evening finally came, the pent-up erotic thoughts building through the last days had me literally shaking like I’d chugged a pot of coffee and was suffering from too much caffeine. I put the kids to bed and then joined my wife in the bathroom where she was finishing her makeup and final touches. She looked stunning in a sleek, dark green cocktail dress that hugged her figure elegantly. She wore jewelry that Mathew had given her, and the perfume he preferred. To me she was a Molotov cocktail of lust.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” I said, taking a seat on the side of the bathtub.

My wife smiled at me through the mirror. “I like the way you’re looking at me,” she remarked, pausing to apply her lipstick. “Too bad these lips will probably be around someone else’s cock tonight.”

I couldn’t sit any longer. I stood up and walked to the closet, getting out a pair of slacks. “You keep saying things like that, I’m going to be a walking erection all night.”

Jaimee’s smile grew. “That’s the idea.” She turned to me and leaned against the counter. “Once the kids are asleep, feel free to enjoy yourself, but please keep an eye on the baby monitor.” My wife then pushed herself off the counter and came to me. “And remember, I’m with Mathew tonight, not you.”

I so desperately wanted to kiss her right there in the bathroom, tear off that dress, and say fuck the party, but it was at that exact moment that I heard a knock at the door. Her date had arrived.

I held up the baby monitor screen. “Got it,” I said hoarsely.

It was almost 10:00 PM before I finally had to boys wrestled down and asleep. Once I was sure they were all good, I locked the door and went next door to the party—baby monitor in hand.

Upon entering the neighbor’s flat, George ushered me into a sensory whirlwind. The air vibrated with the pulse of music, while a heady blend of perfumes, colognes, and the sharp tang of alcohol filled the space. My gaze swept over the lively throng occupying the compact flat, George next to me, his wife Lauren in the kitchen with Hannah. Josh stood next to the television leading a game of Jack Box, a game everyone can play using their cell phones, and four unfamiliar faces were interspersed on the various sofas.

Amidst the revelry, my eyes quickly located my wife. Jaimee was sitting on Mathew’s lap, laughing and looking at her phone. My angst and lust leveled up quickly.

“Good to see ya mate,” George said as I gave everyone a wave hello. “You’re a few drinks behind, so feel free to catch up.” He gestured toward a small table that was heavily laden with bottles of hard alcohol. “There’s more options in the fridge if you want.”

I found a Guiness in the fridge, grabbed a few eats from the table, and did my best to enjoy myself and not look too awkward. I did my best not to constantly watch my wife with her boyfriend, but it took all my willpower not to just stare at them the entire time. I joined in several boardgames and chatted with some of the new commers. Jaimee only looked at me once that I was aware of. When our eyes caught briefly, she ran her tongue between her lips, narrowing her eyes and glancing down toward Mathew. The message was clear, she was with him.

Once again, I tried to focus on a game of Cover your Assets to pass the time. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. The night wore on, getting closer to midnight. I was only working on my second Guiness when I noticed the lights dim. Someone put on a movie, and the room’s volume fell to a low buzz. Steeling another look at my wife, I tried not to react when I saw her lips locked onto Mathew’s. Other couples were talking and touching intimately, but not quite as passionate as Jaimee and Mathew.

It was Lauren’s voice I heard over the din of noise in the room. “There’s a free room upstairs you two.”

Hannah and others giggled as Jaimee’s reaction of surprise at being called out over the public display of affection. The lights were low, but I swear I thought I could see my wife blushing, but a little embarrassment didn’t keep her from standing up and then pulling her boyfriend to his feet. I watched in complete shock as she led him up the narrow stairs to the upper floor, catcalls and whistles following them all the way up.

I could feel several sets of eyes on me, their intense curiosity seeking my reaction. I did my best not to react, but I’m sure my emotions were plainly transparent on my face. Breathe in, hold for several seconds, and breathe out, I repeated to myself several times, willing my heartrate to slow. It was only ten minutes to midnight, but it seemed my wife was decided to spent the time with her lover. My phone buzzed, new messages with photos, my wife already out of her dress and kneeling in front of Mathew, his cock in her mouth.

I swallowed and made sure to hold my phone in a way that wouldn’t let others see the image. Most were engaged in the movie, but several frequently glanced upward and whispered and giggled. My wife was upstairs sucking a guy off, minutes away from getting fucked. She was going to begin the New Year with Mathew’s cock in her pussy.

Around this time, an unfamiliar face joined me at the table. He extended a hand, introducing himself as Sipho. His skin was a deep, rich shade, one of the darkest I had encountered. In his late thirties, he carried the unique blend of his South African heritage and a predominantly British accent. I found it easy to talk to him, he was a natural conversationalist.

We grabbed one of the decks of cards and started a game of Rummy. Midnight passed with a number of people making toasts and cheers. My wife remained upstairs in the arms of another man. I focused on the card game to keep me distracted, splitting my attention between the cards and the baby monitor where I watched by children sleep, their mother upstairs in the very act that had begun their creation not that many years ago.

“I met your wife a few months ago—I believe you were in Saudi Arabia,” Sipho said, pulling my attention back to the table. “Such a beautiful creature.”

“She told you, about us?” I asked, lifting my eyes from my cards.

“She did, eventually,” he said affably. “I think she found we both had a lot in common.”

I set my cards down, processing what I’d just heard. “You mean… cuckolding, swinging…” I said in voice barely above a whisper.

Sipho nodded and shrugged simultaneously, “Not specifically those in my case, but the lifestyle in general.” Sipho jerked his head to one of the other men I didn’t know. “I’m here tonight with Michael.”

I followed Sipho’s gaze to the man with sandy blonde hair. The man didn’t look happy and more like he was wishing he could be anywhere else. “Ah, you’re gay,” I said before I could stop the words from spilling from my mouth.

Luckily, Sipho didn’t take any offence to the question. You never know how people will react these days, and it’s almost impossible to not offend someone what that’s what they’re looking for. “Bi, actually,” Sipho admitted. “I’d happily go home with your wife if she would have me.”

“I think she’s busy,” I said dryly, looking upward toward the ceiling.

Sipho chuckled, "Indeed she is. And I can't fault her for it. Mathew's a proper fit bloke.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The way he said it and the subversion of what I expected him to say caught me off guard. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“Well, to be honest, I’d be happy going home with either one, or both, but an evening with Jaimee would be a dream. I’m certainly not going to have any luck pulling the bloke I brought with me tonight.”

“I can’t speak for Matt or Michael, but Jaimee’s free to do as she pleases in that department. You seem like a good guy, Sipho.

I chatted with Sipho for another 30 minutes and then decided to call it a night. My wife was showing no signs of coming back downstairs, so I said my goodbyes and returned to our flat. I could see from the baby monitors that the kids were fine, but I still opened the door to their room and checked in on them. Other than the initial photos sent to me from my wife’s mobile, I hadn’t heard anything from her. I scrolled through my phone for an hour and finally went to sleep. I desperately wanted to masturbate and give myself some relief, but I was just tired enough that I let the idea go.

A sudden noise pulled me from my sleep, and I sat up and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was almost four in the morning. I’d left my bedroom door open, and I could see a faint light coming from the hallway that led to the stairs.

“Oh god!” I heard my wife cry out. “Slower. It’s been a long time.”

It took my brain a minute to understand what I was hearing. My first thought was that Matt was fucking her downstairs on the couch. But why would she tell him slower? Was he trying to take her arse again? That didn’t make sense.

I got out of bed and went quietly to the top of the stairs. I couldn’t go down them without causing one to squeak and giving away my presence, so I was confined to simply listening.

It was then I heard a voice that wasn’t Matt’s say, “I’m impressed. I’m more than most women can take.”

My heart seized. It was Sipho. It was the fucking guy I was just playing cards with. I couldn’t believe it. Had Jaimee been drinking too much? How long had Sipho stayed at the party? Dozens of questions poured through my mind.

“Oh bloody hell you’re stretching me,” Jaimee moaned. “Don’t stop. I’ll be fine. It’s been a long time since—Ky doesn’t fill me like this.” Sipho said something inaudible and then my wife said, “No, Mathew doesn’t either.”

I listened to the most primal sounds for the next hour. I was so hard that I knew I’d cum if I even sneezed. They eventually fell into a rhythm, and I listened to Sipho’s balls slapping into my wife. She was moaning in a way I hadn’t heard since the days of Wade. I was nervous she was going to wake the kids.

My wife’s moan’s went from sighs of pleasure to moans of ecstasy, and then transitioned into cries of overwrought emotion. “I need you… to cum soon… I can’t take much more.”

Jaimee cried out for a holy deity for several more minutes before I finally heard Sipho grunt and Jaimee then sigh in relief. I stayed as long as I dared, but once I heard them moving again, I slipped back into bed, my hardon aching for relief.

A few minutes later, Jaimee entered the room and crawled into bed. She pulled down the sheet and then ran her hands over my body until she found my very erect penis.

“Oh good, you were listening.” My wife then proceeded to mount me in bed, slipping her well used cunt over my dick. I felt warm liquid seep out around my dick and near my thighs, but I felt no resistance from my wife’s pussy.

“I can’t even tell if you’re inside me,” Jaimee laughed, her words touched with the slur of alcohol.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I tried to think of something else to stall for time. Even thinking the line from Austin Powers “Margret Thatcher on the cold day”, but nothing worked. I came hard and fast. Jaimee leaned down and kissed me. She had the smell of other men’s cologne on her, and she reeked of sperm.

“I’ve got cum from three men inside my pussy,” my wife whispered into my ear. “I hear you met Sipho tonight.”

“I hear you fucked Sipho tonight?” I countered.

“More like he fucked me.” Jamiee giggled. “He’s bloody enormous. I didn’t expect that.”

“We have a lot to talk about,” I said, trying to find a clean spot on her neck to kiss. She was covered in sweat, cum, and remnants of perfume.

Jaimee nodded against my chest. “But later. I need to use the loo and then sleep. Can we talk later?”

I agreed and she got out of bed. I saw her sway, so I got up to make sure she’d make it without falling.

“I’m not drunk, Ky. Just out of sorts.”

I followed her into the loo and to the toilet, shutting the door as I backed out. She was in there for close to ten minutes before I heard the toilet flush and then heard water run in the sink.

When my wife finally got back into bed, I remarked, “you were in there a long time. Everything alright?”

“I know. But all the cum just kept dripping out. There was a lot in there.”

I was going to say more, but she’d already fallen asleep. She’d been ridden hard and put away wet. Yes, we had a lot to talk about.

[venus-can99]

WoW what an erotic read ! Ky looks like 2024 has begun with a bang for you Jaimee. Is Sipho the new Wade ?

[Open2it]

What an intense way to welcum in the new year - for both of you!

[vmb69]

While there are a handful of things I can still share about the last couple of years, I thought I might skip forward to the present time and share something more current, New Year’s Eve. I just sat down and wrote this in one go. Hopefully I didn’t make too many grammar and spelling mistakes that it makes it hard to read.

NYE went from a four on the excitement scale to an 11. That’s right, Nigel from one of the greatest bands ever, Spinal Tap, said best when he said, “Yeah, but this one goes to 11.”

To start, I have to say that Christmas and the following days were amazing. I had my wife to myself, we reconnected, had some great family time, and overall just had a wonderful time. I had taken the week off from work, and it was so nice to be lazy and kick back and watch movies all day long. Then on Thursday before NYE, Jaimee approached me in the evening.

“Lauren just popped in and invited us to their NYE party they’re planning. Want to go?”

I shrugged. “Sure,” I said without much excitement. I was happy to sit at home and just hang with the family. Going to the neighbor’s NYE party meant I’d have to be sociable and try to be outgoing.

“Sure?” Jaimee said, a single brow arching high. “You don’t sound excited.”

“Because you just sprung it on me,” I admitted. “I thought we were staying home that evening.”

“We’ve been stuck at home all week. Let’s go have some fun,” my wife said, sitting on my lap and running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes and nodded. This was one of those things that wasn’t worth arguing about, I would end up frustrating my wife and then neither of us would be happy. It was better to concede quickly and accept my fate. I was glad I did because we spent the next 20 minutes making out in the recliner while the kids played in front of the TV.

Jaimee gave me one last fervent kiss before drawing back. “Fancy a bit of play on NYE, or would you rather keep things more subdued?”


“What’d you have in mind?”

“Lauren asked if Mathew might like to come?” my wife said with a hopeful smile.

Cough-cough-cough. “Seriously?”

“Only if you want to. They all know Mathew as well as they know you, they’d like for him to be there.”

“And you?” I asked. “What do you want?”

“I’m of a mind to play,” Jaimee said, shifting in my lap and pressing herself against my dick. “I can make it interesting for my cuck-boy if he likes.”

Blood rushed to my face, Jaimee’s smile grew.

“I think I’ll go as Mathew’s date, let my cuck-boy husband come along if he behaves.”

I already had an erection from our make-out session, but with the current direction of conversation, it wasn’t softening in the least.

I had to clear my throat before I could ask, “You mean you’ll be a couple and I’ll be the spare? You’ll let him kiss you in front of everyone?”

“Ky, don’t be thick. You know I’ve gone to loads of get-togethers with my friends and Mathew as my date. And I assure you they’ve seen me do a lot more than kiss him.”

I sat up, feeling a little light headed. “Are you serious? They’ve seen you—what have they seen?” I sputtered.

Jaimee laughed and clapped me on the chest. “I was just having a go. You’re too easy cuck-boy. They’ve only seen us kiss.” My wife waited a moment for me to relax back into the recliner before adding, “But they all know we fuck.”

“Shit!” I swore under my breath. “You’re killing me woman.”

“You know I enjoy entertaining my man,” Jaimee said, curling back into me. “So we’re a go, yeah?”

I nodded again, “Sure… and our kids? Do we have to see if your parents can—.”

“—The party’s literally next door,” my wife interrupted. “We’ll go after we put them to bed and leave the baby monitor on. Your job will be to carry the little monitor around all night and come back if one of them wakes up.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

“No moaning,” Jaimee said, kissing me on the neck. “I promise to make it fun for you.”

The next few days alternated between fleeting rapidly and dragging slowly. For the most part, Jaimee’s attention was on me, but there were a few exceptions when she would be texting her boyfriend about NYE. But she made sure to text when I was sitting next to her so I could read along. I know they text often when I’m not around, but it is kind of fun to read along in the moment.

One of Matt’s texts read: What about the S-Party? Have you thought about it?

“S-Party?” I asked.

“Sex party,” my wife said distractedly as she responded. “An old mate of Mathew’s wants him to come to one, but he doesn’t want to go alone, so he keeps asking me.”

“How come you haven’t told me about this before? And where is it?”

“Because I haven’t been interested in a sex party with loads of strangers. And I don’t know, I guess they move around—different people hosting them.”

I sat contemplating that for several long minutes. I was entranced by the idea and for a moment, it was fun to indulge on the thought. An elbow to the side pulled me out of my stupor.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Blinking, I shook my head a little too quickly. Jaimee was no longer looking at her phone but at me, her eyes wide and her eyebrows both raised “You want me to go, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say that,” I protested meekly.

“You didn’t have to,” Jaimee said, shifting so she could better face me. “I can read my cuck-boy mind.”

“It was just a thought, you know, an erotic thought. If you don’t want to go, I’d never push you.”

“If I don’t want to go,” Jaimee repeated slowly, never breaking eye contact. “And if I did want to go?”

I moved my leg and tried to shift my dick because it was growing more erect by the second. “You already said you didn’t, so It’s a moot point.”

“Answer my question, Ky.” Jaimee’s voice grew serious but sultry at the same time. “If I wanted to go to a sex party with Mathew, would you be okay with it.” I was about to answer but she continued, “You want more blokes to ruin your wife’s pussy? Would you enjoy knowing your wife’s body count went up a few more. Most guys don’t want there women to have high body counts. But then, you’re not most guys. You know your wife’s body count is much higher than yours, but you still want more.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. My heart was racing by the idea and by the words coming from my wife. I was so amped up and pushed over the edge that words escaped me.

“You’re hopeless, Ky.” Jaimee giggled and relaxed her form next to me. “Let’s have some fun on NYE and call it enough.”

I exhaled a slow breath and nodded slowly. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Anymore than that was causing my brain to glitch.

Sunday evening finally came, the pent-up erotic thoughts building through the last days had me literally shaking like I’d chugged a pot of coffee and was suffering from too much caffeine. I put the kids to bed and then joined my wife in the bathroom where she was finishing her makeup and final touches. She looked stunning in a sleek, dark green cocktail dress that hugged her figure elegantly. She wore jewelry that Mathew had given her, and the perfume he preferred. To me she was a Molotov cocktail of lust.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” I said, taking a seat on the side of the bathtub.

My wife smiled at me through the mirror. “I like the way you’re looking at me,” she remarked, pausing to apply her lipstick. “Too bad these lips will probably be around someone else’s cock tonight.”

I couldn’t sit any longer. I stood up and walked to the closet, getting out a pair of slacks. “You keep saying things like that, I’m going to be a walking erection all night.”

Jaimee’s smile grew. “That’s the idea.” She turned to me and leaned against the counter. “Once the kids are asleep, feel free to enjoy yourself, but please keep an eye on the baby monitor.” My wife then pushed herself off the counter and came to me. “And remember, I’m with Mathew tonight, not you.”

I so desperately wanted to kiss her right there in the bathroom, tear off that dress, and say fuck the party, but it was at that exact moment that I heard a knock at the door. Her date had arrived.

I held up the baby monitor screen. “Got it,” I said hoarsely.

It was almost 10:00 PM before I finally had to boys wrestled down and asleep. Once I was sure they were all good, I locked the door and went next door to the party—baby monitor in hand.

Upon entering the neighbor’s flat, George ushered me into a sensory whirlwind. The air vibrated with the pulse of music, while a heady blend of perfumes, colognes, and the sharp tang of alcohol filled the space. My gaze swept over the lively throng occupying the compact flat, George next to me, his wife Lauren in the kitchen with Hannah. Josh stood next to the television leading a game of Jack Box, a game everyone can play using their cell phones, and four unfamiliar faces were interspersed on the various sofas.

Amidst the revelry, my eyes quickly located my wife. Jaimee was sitting on Mathew’s lap, laughing and looking at her phone. My angst and lust leveled up quickly.

“Good to see ya mate,” George said as I gave everyone a wave hello. “You’re a few drinks behind, so feel free to catch up.” He gestured toward a small table that was heavily laden with bottles of hard alcohol. “There’s more options in the fridge if you want.”

I found a Guiness in the fridge, grabbed a few eats from the table, and did my best to enjoy myself and not look too awkward. I did my best not to constantly watch my wife with her boyfriend, but it took all my willpower not to just stare at them the entire time. I joined in several boardgames and chatted with some of the new commers. Jaimee only looked at me once that I was aware of. When our eyes caught briefly, she ran her tongue between her lips, narrowing her eyes and glancing down toward Mathew. The message was clear, she was with him.

Once again, I tried to focus on a game of Cover your Assets to pass the time. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. The night wore on, getting closer to midnight. I was only working on my second Guiness when I noticed the lights dim. Someone put on a movie, and the room’s volume fell to a low buzz. Steeling another look at my wife, I tried not to react when I saw her lips locked onto Mathew’s. Other couples were talking and touching intimately, but not quite as passionate as Jaimee and Mathew.

It was Lauren’s voice I heard over the din of noise in the room. “There’s a free room upstairs you two.”

Hannah and others giggled as Jaimee’s reaction of surprise at being called out over the public display of affection. The lights were low, but I swear I thought I could see my wife blushing, but a little embarrassment didn’t keep her from standing up and then pulling her boyfriend to his feet. I watched in complete shock as she led him up the narrow stairs to the upper floor, catcalls and whistles following them all the way up.

I could feel several sets of eyes on me, their intense curiosity seeking my reaction. I did my best not to react, but I’m sure my emotions were plainly transparent on my face. Breathe in, hold for several seconds, and breathe out, I repeated to myself several times, willing my heartrate to slow. It was only ten minutes to midnight, but it seemed my wife was decided to spent the time with her lover. My phone buzzed, new messages with photos, my wife already out of her dress and kneeling in front of Mathew, his cock in her mouth.

I swallowed and made sure to hold my phone in a way that wouldn’t let others see the image. Most were engaged in the movie, but several frequently glanced upward and whispered and giggled. My wife was upstairs sucking a guy off, minutes away from getting fucked. She was going to begin the New Year with Mathew’s cock in her pussy.

Around this time, an unfamiliar face joined me at the table. He extended a hand, introducing himself as Sipho. His skin was a deep, rich shade, one of the darkest I had encountered. In his late thirties, he carried the unique blend of his South African heritage and a predominantly British accent. I found it easy to talk to him, he was a natural conversationalist.

We grabbed one of the decks of cards and started a game of Rummy. Midnight passed with a number of people making toasts and cheers. My wife remained upstairs in the arms of another man. I focused on the card game to keep me distracted, splitting my attention between the cards and the baby monitor where I watched by children sleep, their mother upstairs in the very act that had begun their creation not that many years ago.

“I met your wife a few months ago—I believe you were in Saudi Arabia,” Sipho said, pulling my attention back to the table. “Such a beautiful creature.”

“She told you, about us?” I asked, lifting my eyes from my cards.

“She did, eventually,” he said affably. “I think she found we both had a lot in common.”

I set my cards down, processing what I’d just heard. “You mean… cuckolding, swinging…” I said in voice barely above a whisper.

Sipho nodded and shrugged simultaneously, “Not specifically those in my case, but the lifestyle in general.” Sipho jerked his head to one of the other men I didn’t know. “I’m here tonight with Michael.”

I followed Sipho’s gaze to the man with sandy blonde hair. The man didn’t look happy and more like he was wishing he could be anywhere else. “Ah, you’re gay,” I said before I could stop the words from spilling from my mouth.

Luckily, Sipho didn’t take any offence to the question. You never know how people will react these days, and it’s almost impossible to not offend someone what that’s what they’re looking for. “Bi, actually,” Sipho admitted. “I’d happily go home with your wife if she would have me.”

“I think she’s busy,” I said dryly, looking upward toward the ceiling.

Sipho chuckled, "Indeed she is. And I can't fault her for it. Mathew's a proper fit bloke.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The way he said it and the subversion of what I expected him to say caught me off guard. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“Well, to be honest, I’d be happy going home with either one, or both, but an evening with Jaimee would be a dream. I’m certainly not going to have any luck pulling the bloke I brought with me tonight.”

“I can’t speak for Matt or Michael, but Jaimee’s free to do as she pleases in that department. You seem like a good guy, Sipho.

I chatted with Sipho for another 30 minutes and then decided to call it a night. My wife was showing no signs of coming back downstairs, so I said my goodbyes and returned to our flat. I could see from the baby monitors that the kids were fine, but I still opened the door to their room and checked in on them. Other than the initial photos sent to me from my wife’s mobile, I hadn’t heard anything from her. I scrolled through my phone for an hour and finally went to sleep. I desperately wanted to masturbate and give myself some relief, but I was just tired enough that I let the idea go.

A sudden noise pulled me from my sleep, and I sat up and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was almost four in the morning. I’d left my bedroom door open, and I could see a faint light coming from the hallway that led to the stairs.

“Oh god!” I heard my wife cry out. “Slower. It’s been a long time.”

It took my brain a minute to understand what I was hearing. My first thought was that Matt was fucking her downstairs on the couch. But why would she tell him slower? Was he trying to take her arse again? That didn’t make sense.

I got out of bed and went quietly to the top of the stairs. I couldn’t go down them without causing one to squeak and giving away my presence, so I was confined to simply listening.

It was then I heard a voice that wasn’t Matt’s say, “I’m impressed. I’m more than most women can take.”

My heart seized. It was Sipho. It was the fucking guy I was just playing cards with. I couldn’t believe it. Had Jaimee been drinking too much? How long had Sipho stayed at the party? Dozens of questions poured through my mind.

“Oh bloody hell you’re stretching me,” Jaimee moaned. “Don’t stop. I’ll be fine. It’s been a long time since—Ky doesn’t fill me like this.” Sipho said something inaudible and then my wife said, “No, Mathew doesn’t either.”

I listened to the most primal sounds for the next hour. I was so hard that I knew I’d cum if I even sneezed. They eventually fell into a rhythm, and I listened to Sipho’s balls slapping into my wife. She was moaning in a way I hadn’t heard since the days of Wade. I was nervous she was going to wake the kids.

My wife’s moan’s went from sighs of pleasure to moans of ecstasy, and then transitioned into cries of overwrought emotion. “I need you… to cum soon… I can’t take much more.”

Jaimee cried out for a holy deity for several more minutes before I finally heard Sipho grunt and Jaimee then sigh in relief. I stayed as long as I dared, but once I heard them moving again, I slipped back into bed, my hardon aching for relief.

A few minutes later, Jaimee entered the room and crawled into bed. She pulled down the sheet and then ran her hands over my body until she found my very erect penis.

“Oh good, you were listening.” My wife then proceeded to mount me in bed, slipping her well used cunt over my dick. I felt warm liquid seep out around my dick and near my thighs, but I felt no resistance from my wife’s pussy.

“I can’t even tell if you’re inside me,” Jaimee laughed, her words touched with the slur of alcohol.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I tried to think of something else to stall for time. Even thinking the line from Austin Powers “Margret Thatcher on the cold day”, but nothing worked. I came hard and fast. Jaimee leaned down and kissed me. She had the smell of other men’s cologne on her, and she reeked of sperm.

“I’ve got cum from three men inside my pussy,” my wife whispered into my ear. “I hear you met Sipho tonight.”

“I hear you fucked Sipho tonight?” I countered.

“More like he fucked me.” Jamiee giggled. “He’s bloody enormous. I didn’t expect that.”

“We have a lot to talk about,” I said, trying to find a clean spot on her neck to kiss. She was covered in sweat, cum, and remnants of perfume.

Jaimee nodded against my chest. “But later. I need to use the loo and then sleep. Can we talk later?”

I agreed and she got out of bed. I saw her sway, so I got up to make sure she’d make it without falling.

“I’m not drunk, Ky. Just out of sorts.”

I followed her into the loo and to the toilet, shutting the door as I backed out. She was in there for close to ten minutes before I heard the toilet flush and then heard water run in the sink.

When my wife finally got back into bed, I remarked, “you were in there a long time. Everything alright?”

“I know. But all the cum just kept dripping out. There was a lot in there.”

I was going to say more, but she’d already fallen asleep. She’d been ridden hard and put away wet. Yes, we had a lot to talk about.

How we missed you and your beautiful stories. Can't wait to read more as to whom had the pleasure of being with Jamie. I could only wish for my wife to push it that far.

[magnus]

Wow! just wow!

That's about the hottest NYE I could possibly imagine. Just incredible!

[veub]

I agree completely that we develop different outlooks as we get older. It’ll be interesting to see what the future holds for us. Part of the challenge I’m finding recently, is that while cuckolding isn’t important to us right now, and we’re actively avoiding it while raising the kids, it would be so easy to fall back into it. Once you’ve crossed that line and actually had the experience, it’s an easy line to cross again, and again, and again. The more times you do it, the easier it is.

That’s one of the reasons I’ll never be an advocate for this lifestyle. I’d hate for any of my posts to be used as a reason to try it, or a way to do it. I consider is to have been extremely fortunate that we managed to come out on the other side and still be married and in love. Some people are just able to make it work, others aren’t. And you can’t know which you are until you do it, but then that might be all it takes to ruin a marriage. And as I’m getting the experience of raising kids, I’m starting to see the power of a traditional, nuclear family. I know many will disagree, but that’s my experience. Take care all

That’s a question I frequently think about, and candidly, I have no idea, but a growing part of me thinks not. I know I’ve mentioned this recently, so forgive me for repeating, but there’s a closeness, an intimacy that we feel we’ve been able to recapture since we stopped. We had some hard shit to work through, but we’re in a good place now, and I worry that I might lose that progress if we were to ever start again.

My wife has read the story so far, and given me some great insight, but I know I still get it wrong more than I’d like. A woman’s POV is so much more about feelings and emotions and so much less about the physical and the visual. Many of the emotional things they don’t even understand, so it makes writing them very difficult. But still, her help is limited because she’s being very careful these days not to let herself be triggered into recalling old feelings. Ending things with Wade was difficult and took some time to get over for her. She doesn’t want to go through that again, and I certainly don’t blame her.

Writing this story is a double-edged sword for me. It gives me an outlet for this kink, but at the same time it sometimes lights the fire again. We’ve decided that the game, the alt life, the cuckold/hotwife experience is one we’re putting behind us for a long time. I don’t know if it’ll be forever, but I find that I’m leaning more that direction every day. There’s something very powerful about monogamy. We’re so much more focused on each other and our children, and there’s a deeper happiness to it. I know that’s not the case for everyone, but it feels right for us now. I’m probably ruining everyone’s fantasy by writing this, but it’s what’s been on my mind lately.

I going to try like hell not to come back to this site, it’s too much of a trigger and I know it’ll just ramp up those lustful emotions and put me right back on the path. I’ve got a beautiful family that I need to focus on and not let my fantasies derail something so amazing. I need to do better. I need to be better. It feels like this world is on fire right now, and I need to make sure my family is the strongest it possibly can be, so that’s where I will put 100 percent of my time and energy.

Just one drink.

... yeah. Fuck. Reading that hits me like a punch to the gut.

Ky,
My question is whether you now feel the same way: did you give up that intimacy for the sexual excitement? Is it a good trade?

[Ky_Da]

I agree completely that we develop different outlooks as we get older. It’ll be interesting to see what the future holds for us. Part of the challenge I’m finding recently, is that while cuckolding isn’t important to us right now, and we’re actively avoiding it while raising the kids, it would be so easy to fall back into it. Once you’ve crossed that line and actually had the experience, it’s an easy line to cross again, and again, and again. The more times you do it, the easier it is.

That’s one of the reasons I’ll never be an advocate for this lifestyle. I’d hate for any of my posts to be used as a reason to try it, or a way to do it. I consider is to have been extremely fortunate that we managed to come out on the other side and still be married and in love. Some people are just able to make it work, others aren’t. And you can’t know which you are until you do it, but then that might be all it takes to ruin a marriage. And as I’m getting the experience of raising kids, I’m starting to see the power of a traditional, nuclear family. I know many will disagree, but that’s my experience. Take care all

That’s a question I frequently think about, and candidly, I have no idea, but a growing part of me thinks not. I know I’ve mentioned this recently, so forgive me for repeating, but there’s a closeness, an intimacy that we feel we’ve been able to recapture since we stopped. We had some hard shit to work through, but we’re in a good place now, and I worry that I might lose that progress if we were to ever start again.

My wife has read the story so far, and given me some great insight, but I know I still get it wrong more than I’d like. A woman’s POV is so much more about feelings and emotions and so much less about the physical and the visual. Many of the emotional things they don’t even understand, so it makes writing them very difficult. But still, her help is limited because she’s being very careful these days not to let herself be triggered into recalling old feelings. Ending things with Wade was difficult and took some time to get over for her. She doesn’t want to go through that again, and I certainly don’t blame her.

Writing this story is a double-edged sword for me. It gives me an outlet for this kink, but at the same time it sometimes lights the fire again. We’ve decided that the game, the alt life, the cuckold/hotwife experience is one we’re putting behind us for a long time. I don’t know if it’ll be forever, but I find that I’m leaning more that direction every day. There’s something very powerful about monogamy. We’re so much more focused on each other and our children, and there’s a deeper happiness to it. I know that’s not the case for everyone, but it feels right for us now. I’m probably ruining everyone’s fantasy by writing this, but it’s what’s been on my mind lately.

I going to try like hell not to come back to this site, it’s too much of a trigger and I know it’ll just ramp up those lustful emotions and put me right back on the path. I’ve got a beautiful family that I need to focus on and not let my fantasies derail something so amazing. I need to do better. I need to be better. It feels like this world is on fire right now, and I need to make sure my family is the strongest it possibly can be, so that’s where I will put 100 percent of my time and energy.

Just one drink.

... yeah. Fuck. Reading that hits me like a punch to the gut.

Ky,
My question is whether you now feel the same way: did you give up that intimacy for the sexual excitement? Is it a good trade?

Your question certainly hits the mark. I have a post that I plan to upload soon that dives into this. I've had more time to write since my sleep schedule is so messed up and I'm up most of the night. Cheers.

[txrockdog]

Sounds like a hot time on NYE Ky! I can’t remember from the past, but was Sipho her first black guy? How do you feel about her barebacking him? With regards to your upcoming post about intimacy and cuckolding, I really think you have proven to yourselves that you can make changes needed to maintain that special connection and love when you need to. You just need to keep communicating your needs, and listening to Jaimee when she communicates her needs to you. Nothing has to be set in stone with the lifestyle and it is ok if your participation in it ebbs and flows over time.

Hearing Sipho’s background, it also sounds like you might want to practice more on Matt before your wife beckons you over to help her satisfy Sipho’s monster. Not sayin…just sayin.

[wagonmaker1]

hey kY, just reading your post about NYE, i believe that the other post mentioned that Sipho was the first & only, so far, black guy that Jaimee has had sex with, isn't that correct? i recall in some much earlier posts that u 2 discussed Jaimee having sex with a black guy but i don't think that it ever happened , did it, till Sipho, just curious i have read all of your posts from Dereck, & Wade, Charles & Greg, now Mathew & Sipho, u must have a very strong heart to see & hear all that Jaimee is doing now days, your words are always worth reading, hope u keep it up. Bob

[Ky_Da]

I know maintaining this writing pace is unsustainable. The past few sleepless nights have given me extra hours to ponder and write. In just three days, an avalanche of events has unfolded, leaving me struggling to sift through a complex web of feelings and emotions. The intensity of it all was akin to expecting a mild beer and instead finding oneself gulping down jet fuel – far more overwhelming and potent than I could have ever anticipated.

The same can be said for my wife. Monday morning came and went, and she continued to sleep. I finally woke her up after feeding the kids lunch, helped her into the shower, and left her alone for a few minutes. When I came back to check on her, she was still sitting on the small bench in the exact position I’d left her. Stripping off my clothes, I jumped into the shower, and helped her wash. I had to wash her hair three times before I could finally call it clean, and her listlessness was starting to freak me out.

With the water going cold, I got her out of the shower, dried her off, and helped her dress in a pair of loose-fitting joggers and pull over hoodie. Once I got her into the family room, we curled up onto the couch, holding each other but not speaking. Luckily my boys were doing a good job of keeping their younger sister entertained, happy to watch movies and random short videos on YouTube. It dawned on me that we both desperately needed aftercare, yet we were so emotionally drained from the ordeal that our efforts were like two frostbitten hikers attempting to warm each other – a gradual and painstaking process.

Eventually we started to talk, the facts I learned shocked me as much as the events the previous evening. I was going to write out the dialogue, but a lot of it is very personal and not something I’m comfortable sharing. I’ll just cut to the chase and tell you that my wife had been the puppet master of the NYE experience, or at least she was until she suddenly found herself a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. In other words, most of what I experienced had been carefully orchestrated by my wife. I’ll explain.

The NYE part was going to happen one way or another, as was the invite to Matt, but that’s as far as it was planned to go until my wife decided to “turn it up to 11.”

Jaimee had met Sipho several months ago, just as Sipho had told me at the party, and they had gotten to know each other. Nothing physical ever happened, but it wasn’t for lack of trying on Sipho’s part. And it was here where Jaimee saw an opportunity to move her husband (me) closer to where she ultimately wanted.

As has been mentioned before in this thread, my wife’s always liked the idea of me sucking a guy’s cock and going down on her after one of her lovers has cum in her pussy, things that seem to come more naturally to other cuckolds out there. Sipho has had past experience acting as a bull with married couples. He’s also not opposed to gay sex at times, though it turns out he much prefers the female form, he’s much more hetero than I was led to believe. The poor guy Micheal that he brought to the party was nothing but a patsy. Sipho had talked him into going to a NYE party, insinuating that if he did, Sipho might make it worth his while. Once they were at the party, Micheal realized he wasn’t getting lucky, and so spent the rest of the evening in a sour mood until he decided to give up and left the party.

My wife knew she could push my buttons just by putting on a display with Matt in front of everyone, but she’d hoped by connecting Sipho and me, we’d become friends and Sipho might be able to assist her in her quest to help me overcome some of my hang ups, seeing a masculine guy comfortable with handling another man’s cock. The sneaky little succubus...

The addition of Sipho to the mix, however, was like playing with fire. Sipho had hung out after the party and chatted Jaimee up once she’d come downstairs. He’d told her about his conversation with me, and how it went more-or-less to plan. He then said he deserved at least a blow job for what he’d done. My wife agreed to that and that’s when they both came to our flat.

Jaimee told me that it had started off as a blowjob, but she was still so amped up after being with Matt, that she didn’t put up much of a fight when Sipho moved her up onto the couch and started to press his cock into her. She told herself that she’d let him fuck her for a few minutes and then send him home. The problem was that Sipho really knew what he was doing. From my wife’s description, his cock is very different from Wade’s. Where Wade’s jacked and veiny cock looks like it spends time in the gym and is pumped up on steroids and testosterone, Sipho’s cock is smooth, tapered at the tip and slightly at the base, giving it shape of a football. No, it’s not the size of a football, but that’s the best thing I can think of to describe the shape.

My wife described it as extreme pleasure and pain at the same time. Once his cock is fully embedded, the tapered base provided some relief to her stretched pussy, but it felt like he was rearranging her guts at the same time. Jaimee admitted that he soon had her cumming over and over. She never intended it to go that far, but Sipho turned her into a blithering mess. She lost all control and let him do whatever he wanted.

“I didn’t intend for it to go that far,” Jaimee said as we sat in front of the TV, looking as if some life had returned to her. “Lauren and Hannah already thought of me as promiscuous, but now they’re going to think I’m a complete slut.”

“Well…” I said in a teasing voice. “If the shoe fits.”

“Ky!” Jaimee snapped. “I have needs. Don’t make me feel bad about them.”

“Never.” I reassured. “I know my slutty little wife has needs.”

“Not so little,” Jaimee laughed, hefting one of her breasts slightly. “After nursing three kids, they’ve never quite returned back to the normal.”

“And I’m a blessed man for it,” I declared. Nursing had permanently bumped her up a full cup size.

My wife stretched and curled herself deeper into my side.

“So, Sipho,” is said, my thoughts going back to the earlier part of our conversation. “It sounded like he made you happy last night.”

“Hmmm… and sore. It’ll be a few days before you can touch me down there, but I’ll be daydreaming about last night for a long time.”

“That good, eh?” I asked. I felt her nod against me. “So, should I expect to see more of Sipho in the future?”

Jaimee let a long moment pass before answering, “Perhaps… I haven’t felt this sated in a long time.”

Last night’s events scrolled through my mind, my conversation with Sipho, Jaimee’s mention about Matt wanting to go to a sex party, some of our neighbors knowing my wife cuckolded me. My life had changed so much in the last couple of years, the one constant being my desire for Jaimee to be a hotwife. More than a few times I’ve tried to leave it alone, this desire to have my beautiful wife find her sexual satisfaction in other men stains my soul with a craving I can’t quash.

My sins are grave enough and weigh heavily on me, compounded by the guilt of having ensnared my wife in this sordid world. Once, she was solely mine, her delights, joys, and pleasures exclusively mine to enjoy. But try as I might, we find ourselves perpetually drawn back to the indulgent excesses, partaking in forbidden delights with an abandon that has extinguished any will to seek a different path. Our codependency has ensnared us in a vicious cycle, where neither of us possesses the strength to steer the other towards choices that are safer and more prudent.

In this way, I feel I’m different than most people that post on this site. To those who are tempted to partake, I say leave it alone and turn away. It’s not the kind of decision you can come back from, you’ll be forever changed. I openly admit I’m a hypocrite. I have no moral high ground that I speak from, only the experience of one having lost the precious jewel that was my wife’s innocence and our shared sanctity.

Our conversion into this lifestyle feels permanent, a steel beam set in cured concrete. We’re now in a place where our decisions are to how to best manage our addiction, a way we can try and have a healthy family life, an intimate connection, and still satisfy our ever-growing base urges. I don’t mean to get too philosophical, only expressing my thoughts and feelings to try and navigate challenging waters.

My two older boys I love with all my heart. They will always be my boys, but the fact is they were born because we played a dangerous game. They’re a miraculous blessing in my life, and yet we continue to indulge. Jaimee had fucked Sipho without a condom, had let him fill every part of her womb with his sperm. She was so far gone into a sexual haze that had she known she’d get pregnant with his child, she would have still let him cum inside her.

I realize I’m feeling a little low today because I have to fly out on Sunday, and it’s been a wonderful time being home. I’ve done a lot of thinking these last few days, and I’m determined to make some changes to be home more. I’ve sacrificed a lot to achieve a level of success, but I have to be careful to pull things back into balance before I lose what I treasure.

Yeah, okay, that got a little heavy there. Sorry bout that. I know many readers will either skim through those last paragraphs, or skip them all together – and that’s fine. I write what comes to mind and what I’m feeling in the moment. The long and the short of it is, I struggle. While I do share the occasional mind-blowing sexual experience, that’s only a small part of everyday life. I have many days where I struggle with it all. Partaking in this kink has a way of making one look internally only, meaning that everyone else outside of the immediate circle gets forgotten. I have to remind myself all the time to not get so sucked in that I stop looking outside myself, see others that are in need, and help lift their burdens.

These are extreme sexual experiences, but there’s not much substance to them. None, actually. But they’re so powerful they have a way diluting the reality of daily life around you.

Take care all. I have loads to share, but that’ll come another day.

As a postscript to answer a couple of questions, I guess you could say Sipho is technically the first black guy she’s been with. There was one other in the past, but that didn’t work out. They went on a couple of dates, made out a little, but apart from some heavy fondling, it didn’t go any further.

I do like to read the occasional erotic interracial sex story, there’s something primal and trashy about a woman getting a queen of spades tattoo and getting addicted to black cock that’s a thrill to read, but my wife and I don’t have any real interest in the whole blacked idea, queen of spades, black bull kind of kinks. To each their own, but for us it’s more a matter of finding the guy that’s a good fit, and then we just kind of take it from there.

It's interesting to me to go back and read experiences I’ve shared in the past. This thread makes it seem like our lives are fun and exciting all the time, but the reality is quite different. There are long stretches of nothing interesting happening, followed by many experiences that start well but don’t pan out, and others that fail to get off the ground.

So that’s what I have to share today. Cheers.

[mundyman]

Thank you for taking the time to share you and your wife’s hotwife experiences. I appreciate the time and effort it takes to write a detailed post and know that I am thankful for your efforts.
Your experiences somewhat mirror Ocean’s in his thread “Wife and friend acting like a couple-the start”. Amazingly they are also live in England. I am so jealous of you who live there, are English, or are partners with someone who is as their attitudes toward sex are so much more open minded compared to what I see here in the States.
But I digress….
If your sweet Jaimie is indeed becoming as sex crazed as you are describing, then her attendance at a sex party with Mark and his friends would certainly be the entry to a world of sexual indulgence. Could she handle this access to sex with so many others? How would it affect her to be in an environment of like minded individuals who would be able to encourage her to partake in the lifestyle, an echo chamber of sorts where you look forward to the next party, the next fuck, the next new experience which is a little more depraved then the last?
Would she be able to manage her two personas as mom and burgeoning slutty sex kitten to Mark and whoever she would meet in this sexual universe. Much like Ocean’s wife, would she find a lifestyle and different paths in that lifestyle that she would want to explore as she leaves her old self and becomes someone different?
Would her reasoning be that she wants to experience these things and let this side of her personality grow “to see where it takes me while I’m young enough and healthy enough to enjoy it”?
Much like an alcoholic, drug addict, or sex addict, being around such easily accessible experiences and outlets could this cause her to spiral out of control and lose herself?
Would Jaimie’s eyes be opened to such an extent that she would begin to spend more time exploring this new sexual lifestyle and less time on the old Jaimie?
As your(plural) relationship with Wade has proven, Jaimie can lose her way and lose control. Could this happen again if she takes her sex life to the next level(s)? Especially when you are out of town for extended periods and are not there to talk to her in person?
The last couple of paragraphs of your post are raw and emotional.
I wish and your wife good luck moving forward. My best thoughts that whatever path you two go down, it is done together and for your mutual enjoyment. And I hope Jaimie thinks about you and your reactions and the effect on you and your reputation as she makes choices; especially when she’s sex drunk and not thinking as rationally as might normally.
Safe travels.

[txrockdog]

Ky, I will have more to say later to analyze what you shared, but let me just give the immediate feedback now of saying “thank you” for sharing those thoughts with us. This kind of post, which you probably feel is “heavy” and “burdensome” to those who are just here for a wank, is exactly why you are my favorite writer at the site, bar none. And it isn’t even a close contest. The emotions you share between the two of you and the depth you provide beyond who put what into what hole are what sets you apart is a writer.

I will say more when I have time to digest what you have said, but for now I will just say try not to be so hard on yourself. Your clearly have a willing partner in crime and while your kinks are outside the norm, they clearly work for the two of you and that is what matters the most. Please enjoy the time you have left with them this weekend before you head out again and know that while we will always clamor for more from you, we do so because you are an extremely talented writer and have an exceptionally interesting set of tales to share with us. But beyond all that we really do want the best for you and your family, so take care of them first and foremost and share with us when you can. Cheers and safe travels.

[venus-can99]

Ky thanks for sharing what you and Jaimee are going thru. Describing the sex that Jaimee gets is a good read but it gives us a better perspective when we read about how you feel - the elation, the guilt, the highs, the lows. Hopefully talking amongst yourselves and expessing them in this forum helps a bit.
Safe travels and wishing the best in the new year to you, Jaimee and the kids

[DoctorLuv]

Ky, I will have more to say later to analyze what you shared, but let me just give the immediate feedback now of saying “thank you” for sharing those thoughts with us. This kind of post, which you probably feel is “heavy” and “burdensome” to those who are just here for a wank, is exactly why you are my favorite writer at the site, bar none. And it isn’t even a close contest. The emotions you share between the two of you and the depth you provide beyond who put what into what hole are what sets you apart is a writer.

I will say more when I have time to digest what you have said, but for now I will just say try not to be so hard on yourself. Your clearly have a willing partner in crime and while your kinks are outside the norm, they clearly work for the two of you and that is what matters the most. Please enjoy the time you have left with them this weekend before you head out again and know that while we will always clamor for more from you, we do so because you are an extremely talented writer and have an exceptionally interesting set of tales to share with us. But beyond all that we really do want the best for you and your family, so take care of them first and foremost and share with us when you can. Cheers and safe travels.

I would second txrockdog’s comments & thoughts.

[jay-jenna]

Hi Ky,

Thank you for being so open and pulling the curtain back on your thoughts, and specifically your fears and apprehensions. I found a sense of solace when reading your last post. Probably because I found it so relatable, knowing that others have the same worries that keep them up at night and questioning if the path they're going down is the right one to take.

As it stands I'm currently in the opposite position from you. I've reflected on these same thoughts and come to the same conclusions about how dangerous this game, and in particular this addiction, can be. However, in my case I've pulled back. Knowing that if I continue down this road it only becomes more permanent and more consuming. I can see that if we wanted to delve deeper that we'd likely have to take our life jackets off and risk the chance of drowning.

Instead we've tried to settle at a happy medium, which can have its odd exciting times but for the most part is fairly vanilla. The idea being that instead of indulging in our vices to achieve pleasure we look towards a balanced approach with small indulgences and personal growth as a substitute.

Although I feel like we're making it work to a certain extent and I think I'd be able to maintain this I still feel a ton of guilt. That's because I can tell it's much more of a struggle for my wife and I can sense and feel the yearning in her for more (I'm sure you understand this feeling). She wants the adventure the excitement and to let herself get lost in feelings she may not be able to control. That's not to say I don't want those same things, maybe I can just hide it better. It really sucks having to be the rational one and have to set limits but like you mentioned ,if someone's not and you go all in, it really can start to dilute reality.

Anyways, I just wanted to share as your post brought up these thoughts and I also wanted to express gratitude for sharing your journey with us. It allows me to get a glimpse into the world and imagine what it would be like without any of the risk. Because of your brilliant writing i can very easily put myself into your shoes and feel a small part what you were feeling.

....And who knows maybe next year it'll be switched and you'll have pulled back and will be reading a post of mine as your mini indulgence (probably not as well written though)

Cheers,
Jay

[magnus]

Ky, I really loved your last post and enjoyed reading about your feelings of "addiction" and cautionary thoughts on dipping toes into the cuckold life. To be honest, I enjoyed you sharing your big picture thoughts as much as I enjoy reading about the gritty, sexual details of your adventures. Your personal thoughts help me to clarify my own cuckold tendencies and the experiences my wife and I have had, which are significant, but not nearly as long lasting or integrated into everyday life as your experiences with your wife.

Like you I'm permanently addicted and not sure I can return forever to a vanilla life. My wife and I are currently flying monogamous, but I know the day will come soon where she'll want to find a new playmate or boyfriend and my head will be swimming in full time cuck mode once more. Your thoughts help put some language to how I feel about our impending future adventures.

[ddriver86]

Ky,

Your story has been pretty amazing from the beginning. I don't think I can find your first posts when Jamie had her thing with Derrick. It would be fun for us to go back and reread it. Probably no so much for you.

Every time I think your thread is done it is a Godfather III moment. "I try to get out, but it pulls me back in"

Happy New Year to you both. Please update when you can. Looks like there will be many stories to write. I guess this time it will be the new normal for you for the considerable future.

[David52]

Hi Ky, I hope this finds you on your way home and thanks again for including us in your story. No one else here writes with such poignant feeling.

I've started your story "How Way Leads on to Way". After reading the beginning of your story "How Way Leads on to Way" I can see why you have trouble saying "no" to Jaimee's desire to go. Perhaps you should tag along?

Any aftereffects from the NYE party from Hannah or Lauren? Or from Matthew for that matter? Texts from Sipho? Again, Best for the New Year to you and your family.

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,

Amazing how fast time goes by. We’re already into the middle of January. First, thank you for the comments above. I read them and appreciate that they’re sincere. Each comment came with something that caused me to pause and reflect. Thanks. Second, I don’t see myself getting back to writing anything in the Library anytime soon. It’s all I can do to write a little on this thread. Time is something I seem to have less and less of—I guess that statements true for all of us… I do love the writing process, and I enjoy the writing process, but I have to confess that one of the things that keeps me from continuing my story is that I’ve never written a story of any kind before, and it troubles me that the first full story I write is basically a smut novel.

I’ve been on this kick lately to make more conscientious choices about living a purposeful life. Maybe it’s a part of getting a little older, but I see more and more how easy it is to get wrapped up in things that have little or no substance to them. I know many who have a mantra of “eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die.” And I’ll admit that I thought that way at one time too. But having kids changes a person. You start to see life very differently—at least I do. I know I’m not going to change the world, or do anything that makes me famous. I have no desire to be remembered by the masses, just by my kids.

I’ve been thinking a lot about family this last week. I’m extremely blessed to have what I do, and I want to make sure I take the time needed to properly appreciate that blessing. To that end I’ve made some changes at work that will allow me to be home a lot more. I don’t care that I wont make as much money, but I’m feeling like if I fail my family, any other success I have will not overcome that failure.

Another topic of reflection is the cuckold kink that I seem to have in spades. It’s been interesting since the NYE party. The experience was one of the most intense I’ve ever had. It easily ranks in the top three. And I guess it served to satisfy our kink, at least for a little while. Literally nothing cuckold related has happened since. It wasn’t a conscious choice by either of us. I guess we both felt sated. Jaimee hasn’t been out with Matt since, and no contact with Sipho. I know things will pick back up. They always do. These things ebb and flow, and it hasn’t been that long since NYE.

I hope everyone’s well. Cheers.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for sharing your reflections on family and life Ky. Like most readers of this thread I enjoy hearing from you whenever you have the time since they are thoughtful, erotic and bring out your feelings as well. Once again thanks for sharing and the best wishes in 2024.