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

[Ky_Da]

A quick note to start: I've had to revise some of what she wrote because obviously there's a lot of personal info in there. I've taken the parts of our game I felt I could share, but if the prose doesn't flow well or seems rough, it's primarily my fault for my edits. This first entry is a warmup. I've gathered together the more introspective paragraphs. Next post will be more about the actual experiences she shares. At least the ones she's okay with me sharing.

The first entry read:

Seated in the beautician's chair, I catch sight of myself in the mirror at the salon, and it's as if I'm peering into a looking glass; the reflection that meets my eyes is that of a stranger. Lexi gazes back at me, oozing confidence and a charm that borders on the erotic. Her features reveal a feral spirit within, her eyes holding an untamed fire.

In many ways, Lexi is the echo of my teenage self, that naïve time when all I yearned for was beauty, strength, and the freedom to chart my own course—unbound by others' expectations or the silencing of my own voice. She is the personification of that youthful, reckless desire to live life to the fullest, to dance through existence without a care for what tomorrow might bring, believing that consequences are for others, not for her.

She's the part of me that slowly faded as I grew to understand that life was nuanced and complex, far beyond what my younger self could have imagined. Lexi embodies that piece of my soul that still longs to explore, to stand out from the crowd, to seize the moment with both hands, ignoring the weight of tomorrow. To her, balance and moderation are not just unwelcome; they're an affront to her very essence.

My husband has encouraged and supported my exploration into a lascivious world. He's granted me the liberty to experience it without judgement, allowing me to become Lexi in those fleeting moments when I can escape from life's responsibilities. Years of past experiences have led me here, planting me firmly on this thrilling patch of ground where I am perpetually caught between terror and exhilaration. I'm learning to be comfortable in the uncomfortable. This journey, this transformation into Lexi, has not just been about exploration but about reclaiming parts of myself I thought were lost. I'm finding strength in vulnerability, and courage to embrace my desires.

I never imagined myself adorned with tattoos, let alone many. After hours spent on the artist's table, my skin hums with a moderate pain, akin to a sunburn from lingering too long under the sun. At first, the very thought of that sharp kiss was terrifying, but now, I find myself delighting in the art that's been etched into my skin. Each stroke, each hue, has become an integral part of me, and I've no desire to see them erased. Like so many things once deemed too extreme for me, these tattoos no longer seem the radical statement I once thought them to be; I wonder now why I ever viewed them with such trepidation.

It would be all too easy to surrender to this path, to let Lexi's desires guide me further into the depths. Yet, even she acknowledges that this descent has no end; there are no safety nets when one is bent on testing the boundaries. But because I have a family, children who depend on me, I know I must not go too far. I might be willing to never rein it in if it were just me, but for my family, I must keep them in my heart. This recognition comes to me even amidst the haze of lust, when I'm wholly consumed by sensations, reminding me that my passions must be reined in.

In this, I am at odds and locked into an internal battle, with Jaimee and Lexi's motivations in stark opposition. While Lexi recognizes that there is no bottom to the depths out there, she has no desire for restraint. She yearns to follow Sipho to whatever end he envisions. Jaimee, on the other hand, knows there's a balance to be found, a need to temper this wild, intoxicating rush with the wisdom of restraint, all for the love of those who need me most. But Lexi pushes back, her spirit eager to dive into the abyss, embracing the chaos, the freedom, the uninhibited exploration of desire. This internal tug-of-war between Jaimee's responsibilities and Lexi's liberation is a constant struggle, a tug-of-war between duty and desire.

I looked up from Lexi's diary and let my thoughts wander for several minutes. None of what I read was a shock, well, that's not entirely accurate. Her admission about not wanting to remove the tattoos caught me off guard. Getting them was already a step beyond our previous boundaries; deciding not to remove them seemed like she was choosing not to retreat but to push forward instead. Now, I found myself wondering if more tattoos were on the horizon. Personally, I didn't want that. I felt like we'd already ventured further than we'd ever planned. But what if, in a few months, the lust took over again and Sipho pushed for even more? We'd need to make a decision now and stick with it. Jaimee and I needed to talk; we'd have to revisit our limits, and Lexi would have to agree to them.

It was becoming increasingly easy to separate Jaimee and Lexi in my mind, almost like they were two distinct people. It felt like a natural progression. I could view Jaimee as my loving, faithful wife, and Lexi as this wild, promiscuous persona who took the fall for all the adventurous escapades, as if Jaimee's alter ego was the one making those choices, leaving Jaimee herself somehow more chaste and loyal.

I went back to the diary and skimmed through the other pages, feeling my eyes widen with each turn. I saw Joanna's name mentioned several times, and what my wife wrote about her left me stunned. I'll come back to that later. There were pages upon pages of the juiciest, most erotic content you could imagine, but it was all interwoven with very personal, private conversations and at times work matters. Some paragraphs were thought out and eloquent, while other's were a more plainspoken scrawl.

I laid back on the bed, my hand sliding down the front of my trousers to grasp my dick, my thoughts consumed by my wife. Pulling out my mobile from my pocket, I navigated to the special folder where I keep her pictures. I've noticed that Lexi doesn't share as many photos as Jaimee used to, making me wonder if it was deliberate or if she was just too caught up with her lovers. But it's Lexi's pictures I crave the most.

Her lovers aren't always black, but it's the images of a black man between her legs that really get my heart racing these days. Seeing her legs up, those spade tattoos on full display, it gets me hard instantly. One thing I've noticed as Lexi has come into her own is that she doesn't wear a wedding ring. I flip back and forth between pictures of Jaimee with her ring and Lexi without one. It's another thing that stirs a mix of emotions in me, something I both love and hate at the same time.

That night, I just edged myself. I didn't feel like dealing with the lows that come after an orgasm. Honestly, I went to sleep feeling a bit depressed and sorry for myself, though I wasn't sure why. It's not normal, but there are times when I hit these lows. It's just part of the game. I plugged in my ear buds, turned on some music, closed my eyes, and let the sound wash over me, needing a distraction more than anything else.

That night, my thoughts kept circling back to the moment I'd agreed to let Sipho mark my wife. I was so enveloped by the experience, so consumed by desire, that I could hardly think of anything else. I remember Sipho's question and the look of raw passion on my wife's face. She was filled with an intense desire, wanting it at least as much as I did. I knew my life would become more complicated in many ways, but even now, all these months later, the mere thought of it still arouses me.

Somehow I have to make it to the end of May. After that, it'll be time to take a break and reconnect. Florida in July is going to be amazing.

[mundyman]

Of course the Lexi diary was left there for you to read. And I suspect that you will do so!

I would whole heartedly agree that she left the diary conveniently in a place that Ky could find it, knowing that he could not resist the temptation of reading it.
My guess is this is how she will let him know the depths of the depravity she has reached with Sipho as he has made her assume her new persona as Lexi the Whore for anybody Sipho chooses, or who pays.

[mick_flow]

Excellently written, and I didn't see any jarring parts. As much as we all crave your updates, we also all appreciate and probably share to an extent the need for privacy. Thank you for sharing what you do.

That night, I just edged myself. I didn't feel like dealing with the lows that come after an orgasm. Honestly, I went to sleep feeling a bit depressed and sorry for myself, though I wasn't sure why. It's not normal, but there are times when I hit these lows. It's just part of the game. I plugged in my ear buds, turned on some music, closed my eyes, and let the sound wash over me, needing a distraction more than anything else.

Ohh, yeah, I feel the loneliness in that passage. How are you feeling about all of this? Time to use a safe word? Or are you all good to continue?

I used to ask my wife to take her rings off too. Some of the most erotic photo's where of her rings sitting on a bedside table. She'd sent it to me before heading out with her lover. Letting go of me. I loved it. Part of the appeal of the lifestyle, for me was seeing my wife give in to her desires. To see her chase what she wants, to see her angst as she lets me go, and see how she transforms as she yearns for another. In what you shared, I found my self torn. She laid bare the angst she has, between family (Jaimee) and Lexi. You can see Lexi being welcomed back by Jaimee, and parts of her she won't let go, like the tattoos.

I was torn because there is so much eroticism and arousal in pushing for that, in pushing Lexi. In doing so being able to watch Jaimee react, struggle, until the desire consumes her, and she gives in to Lexi. Not all at once, but piece by piece. But it is so dangerous, as Lexi said, there is nothing to stop this descent, this transformation. Ironically, it makes it all the more thrilling. Just a nudge toward Sipho... a little more... what else might she give into? - Pushing her a little, and watching the desire flood her eyes, looking deep into them as they dilate, a physical reaction to the lust.. the cravings...

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Hot story KY. One suggestion....make all writings from her journal in italics. Keep your thoughts and the rest of the story normal. This way your audience can follow along better. It makes it easier for your readers. Thanks.

[coastalkid]

I'm wondering have you considered any tattoos for yourself Ky?

[coastalkid]

It's impossible to not project yourself in these moments you describe. Like when you said, "Honestly, I went to sleep feeling a bit depressed and sorry for myself, though I wasn't sure why. It's not normal, but there are times when I hit these lows. It's just part of the game." The moment I read that I felt like you had a sort of jealousy for Sipho and what he got to witness with your wife's descent into her sexual tumult. She seems like she's on a roller coaster ride and you being pulled along by proxy. This is a wild ride and I hope it turns out well! You've become a likable person!

[lockedhappyhubby]

It's impossible to not project yourself in these moments you describe. Like when you said, "Honestly, I went to sleep feeling a bit depressed and sorry for myself, though I wasn't sure why. It's not normal, but there are times when I hit these lows. It's just part of the game." The moment I read that I felt like you had a sort of jealousy for Sipho and what he got to witness with your wife's descent into her sexual tumult. She seems like she's on a roller coaster ride and you being pulled along by proxy. This is a wild ride and I hope it turns out well! You've become a likable person!

Well said coastalkid. The highs and lows of a cuckold husband but we still want more. Like a lot of us I too have been following Ky since the very start riding alone like the voyeur I am. Ky you write so well and have shared so much very personal parts of you two with us I think of you as a friend.
All the best,

[mundyman]

Hey Ky,
Thanks for the update. More details about the actual activities Jaimie has been involved in that are written in the journal would be appreciated, but you do you and anything you write is appreciated.
You reference Zara, and Oscar as a couple who played with Sipho and seemed to leave their relationship with him on a friendly basis. However did Sipho mark Zara in the same way he is marking Jaimie? Did she go down the same path doing similar things that Jaimie is doing? Did Zara end upmworking for Sipho also?
Notice the active tense of the word marking as I don’t think Jaimie is anywhere close to being done getting inked and pierced.
As you have now discovered, Sipho has found and is tapping into a repressed part of Jaimie’s psyche and personality. Being the facilitator apparently of your and Jaimie’s desires, will this give you a better idea of what to bring up with Jaimie when you do have those times when you talk about her(your) activities with Sipho? Will you ask her about what she thoughts and what she wanted to do when she a younger person? Will this help you predict what she might want to experience with Sipho?
Who was Jaimie exactly when she was younger, and what did she like to do and what did she want to do if she hadn’t been brought up in her mother’s repressive household.
Also, there’s still a part of me that thinks physical modification like bigger breast enhancements Are on the table. You two have pushed through so many barriers already in the heat of passion I can see Jaimie, and you, going along with it if Sipho becomes persuasive enough and pushes the right buttons. And it also gets back to what Jaimie desires, deeply inside her, that she perhaps has yet to share with you about the way a woman who acts Lexi should look like.
I’ll end with this. Jaimie and Sipho both continue to call you Jaimie’s anchor. Her safe spot. May I remind you that the job of an anchor is to, at times, keep a ship from running ashore or into the rocks. Did you ever think that when they call you Jaimie’s anchor that they are putting you in charge ultimately of what she does. That Jaimie might just be giving you the authority to keep her from going over the edge. That Sipho is looking to you to know when enough is enough because he already realizes that Jaimie is incapable of making that call because she loses herself in his lifestyle so easily.
Good luck to you and Jaimie. I eagerly await the updates of your adventures!

[mick_flow]

I saw Joanna's name mentioned several times, and what my wife wrote about her left me stunned. I'll come back to that later.

I can't be the only one dying to know what she wrote about Joanna. Maybe it's because I'd have already have given in to Joanna... but still, what shocked Ky?

[viking53]

Reading Lexi's thoughts about her persona and the link back to Jaimee's teenage persona was really interesting. There was clearly a rebellious spirit then which included her relationship with Brooke and I think a clear driver of this rebellion was her mother. Your recent description of the interaction between Jaimee and her mother and the strong negative feedback she was getting from her mother would suggest that this is one of the driving forces pushing Jaimee more towards Lexi.

I'm guessing also that Jaimee's long history with Brooke and her enjoyment of sex with women means that she has had sex with Joanna as well.

[Ky_Da]

Excellently written, and I didn't see any jarring parts. As much as we all crave your updates, we also all appreciate and probably share to an extent the need for privacy. Thank you for sharing what you do.

That night, I just edged myself. I didn't feel like dealing with the lows that come after an orgasm. Honestly, I went to sleep feeling a bit depressed and sorry for myself, though I wasn't sure why. It's not normal, but there are times when I hit these lows. It's just part of the game. I plugged in my ear buds, turned on some music, closed my eyes, and let the sound wash over me, needing a distraction more than anything else.

Ohh, yeah, I feel the loneliness in that passage. How are you feeling about all of this? Time to use a safe word? Or are you all good to continue?

I used to ask my wife to take her rings off too. Some of the most erotic photo's where of her rings sitting on a bedside table. She'd sent it to me before heading out with her lover. Letting go of me. I loved it. Part of the appeal of the lifestyle, for me was seeing my wife give in to her desires. To see her chase what she wants, to see her angst as she lets me go, and see how she transforms as she yearns for another. In what you shared, I found my self torn. She laid bare the angst she has, between family (Jaimee) and Lexi. You can see Lexi being welcomed back by Jaimee, and parts of her she won't let go, like the tattoos.

I was torn because there is so much eroticism and arousal in pushing for that, in pushing Lexi. In doing so being able to watch Jaimee react, struggle, until the desire consumes her, and she gives in to Lexi. Not all at once, but piece by piece. But it is so dangerous, as Lexi said, there is nothing to stop this descent, this transformation. Ironically, it makes it all the more thrilling. Just a nudge toward Sipho... a little more... what else might she give into? - Pushing her a little, and watching the desire flood her eyes, looking deep into them as they dilate, a physical reaction to the lust.. the cravings...

You do seem to get me. And thanks for asking about my feelings. I did have a hard night that night, but I felt back to normal after that. I do have my safe word at the ready, and I'll use it if I need to, but I'm really trying to make this work until the end of our agreement. The fun of it is still very much there. I love the way you wrote, Pushing her a little, and watching the desire flood her eyes, looking deep into them as they dilate, a physical reaction to the lust.. the cravings... That's very erotic.

Ky,

[Ky_Da]

Hey Ky,
Thanks for the update. More details about the actual activities Jaimie has been involved in that are written in the journal would be appreciated, but you do you and anything you write is appreciated.
You reference Zara, and Oscar as a couple who played with Sipho and seemed to leave their relationship with him on a friendly basis. However did Sipho mark Zara in the same way he is marking Jaimie? Did she go down the same path doing similar things that Jaimie is doing? Did Zara end upmworking for Sipho also?
Notice the active tense of the word marking as I don’t think Jaimie is anywhere close to being done getting inked and pierced.
As you have now discovered, Sipho has found and is tapping into a repressed part of Jaimie’s psyche and personality. Being the facilitator apparently of your and Jaimie’s desires, will this give you a better idea of what to bring up with Jaimie when you do have those times when you talk about her(your) activities with Sipho? Will you ask her about what she thoughts and what she wanted to do when she a younger person? Will this help you predict what she might want to experience with Sipho?
Who was Jaimie exactly when she was younger, and what did she like to do and what did she want to do if she hadn’t been brought up in her mother’s repressive household.
Also, there’s still a part of me that thinks physical modification like bigger breast enhancements Are on the table. You two have pushed through so many barriers already in the heat of passion I can see Jaimie, and you, going along with it if Sipho becomes persuasive enough and pushes the right buttons. And it also gets back to what Jaimie desires, deeply inside her, that she perhaps has yet to share with you about the way a woman who acts Lexi should look like.
I’ll end with this. Jaimie and Sipho both continue to call you Jaimie’s anchor. Her safe spot. May I remind you that the job of an anchor is to, at times, keep a ship from running ashore or into the rocks. Did you ever think that when they call you Jaimie’s anchor that they are putting you in charge ultimately of what she does. That Jaimie might just be giving you the authority to keep her from going over the edge. That Sipho is looking to you to know when enough is enough because he already realizes that Jaimie is incapable of making that call because she loses herself in his lifestyle so easily.
Good luck to you and Jaimie. I eagerly await the updates of your adventures!

Some good questions...

No, Zara never got any tattoos that I know of. If she did, she had them removed. Nor did she work for Sipho directly. Oscar and Sipho have some business interest they work on together, so there was a financial interest that was served, but not in the same way as Jaimee.

Your observation about the younger Jaimee is fairly close to the mark. I'll have to think on what I might be able to share there in the future. As you can imagine, there's a lot of personal and private stuff on that topic. As to Jaimee wanting more tattoos or piercings, yeah, we'll have to keep our eyes open on that front.

Finally, regarding the anchor... I also think about this often. I have used my safe word a couple of times and had to pause the game for a few days while we sorted some things out. One was regarding pregnancy. That's a no-go for me. Been there--done that--I don't even want to joke or talk about it. It's such a hard pass that it's an instant boner killer. I don't want it to be part of our play at all. The other time I had to use the safe word was when I felt Sipho was taking too much of my wife's time. I understand a certain level of sacrifice is required on my part, but in those early days, it got out of hand fast and I had to step in and sort it. Other than that, it's gone fairly well.

I know there's more to write here, but I'll try to catch it on my next post - working on it now.

Take care, Ky

[mundyman]

Hey Ky,
Thanks for the update. More details about the actual activities Jaimie has been involved in that are written in the journal would be appreciated, but you do you and anything you write is appreciated.
You reference Zara, and Oscar as a couple who played with Sipho and seemed to leave their relationship with him on a friendly basis. However did Sipho mark Zara in the same way he is marking Jaimie? Did she go down the same path doing similar things that Jaimie is doing? Did Zara end upmworking for Sipho also?
Notice the active tense of the word marking as I don’t think Jaimie is anywhere close to being done getting inked and pierced.
As you have now discovered, Sipho has found and is tapping into a repressed part of Jaimie’s psyche and personality. Being the facilitator apparently of your and Jaimie’s desires, will this give you a better idea of what to bring up with Jaimie when you do have those times when you talk about her(your) activities with Sipho? Will you ask her about what she thoughts and what she wanted to do when she a younger person? Will this help you predict what she might want to experience with Sipho?
Who was Jaimie exactly when she was younger, and what did she like to do and what did she want to do if she hadn’t been brought up in her mother’s repressive household.
Also, there’s still a part of me that thinks physical modification like bigger breast enhancements Are on the table. You two have pushed through so many barriers already in the heat of passion I can see Jaimie, and you, going along with it if Sipho becomes persuasive enough and pushes the right buttons. And it also gets back to what Jaimie desires, deeply inside her, that she perhaps has yet to share with you about the way a woman who acts Lexi should look like.
I’ll end with this. Jaimie and Sipho both continue to call you Jaimie’s anchor. Her safe spot. May I remind you that the job of an anchor is to, at times, keep a ship from running ashore or into the rocks. Did you ever think that when they call you Jaimie’s anchor that they are putting you in charge ultimately of what she does. That Jaimie might just be giving you the authority to keep her from going over the edge. That Sipho is looking to you to know when enough is enough because he already realizes that Jaimie is incapable of making that call because she loses herself in his lifestyle so easily.
Good luck to you and Jaimie. I eagerly await the updates of your adventures!

Some good questions...

No, Zara never got any tattoos that I know of. If she did, she had them removed. Nor did she work for Sipho directly. Oscar and Sipho have some business interest they work on together, so there was a financial interest that was served, but not in the same way as Jaimee.

Your observation about the younger Jaimee is fairly close to the mark. I'll have to think on what I might be able to share there in the future. As you can imagine, there's a lot of personal and private stuff on that topic. As to Jaimee wanting more tattoos or piercings, yeah, we'll have to keep our eyes open on that front.

Finally, regarding the anchor... I also think about this often. I have used my safe word a couple of times and had to pause the game for a few days while we sorted some things out. One was regarding pregnancy. That's a no-go for me. Been there--done that--I don't even want to joke or talk about it. It's such a hard pass that it's an instant boner killer. I don't want it to be part of our play at all. The other time I had to use the safe word was when I felt Sipho was taking too much of my wife's time. I understand a certain level of sacrifice is required on my part, but in those early days, it got out of hand fast and I had to step in and sort it. Other than that, it's gone fairly well.

I know there's more to write here, but I'll try to catch it on my next post - working on it now.

Take care, Ky

Thanks for the response. That you have used your safe word to sort things out is reassuring.
I would imagine Sipho can’t believe his good fortune to have a firecracker like Jaimie, and you, who appears to be relatively fearless and accepting in response to the opportunities and requests he presents to Jaimie.
I can’t imagine he has been with any couples who have done many of the things she, and you, have. Does that ever come up? Does he ever compare how far Jaimie has come, or what she has been willing to do, compared to the other women he’s played with??
Hence the reason for continuing to be her anchor as he comes up with ever more challenging and deviant opportunities and expectations.
Also perhaps sharing more info and detail on her Anal only November. How long did she last for, how many days. How much was her ass used by Sipho and his men, and what finally was the breaking point??
Thank you as always for taking the time to respond and share.

[mundyman]

Hey Ky,
Thanks for the update. More details about the actual activities Jaimie has been involved in that are written in the journal would be appreciated, but you do you and anything you write is appreciated.
You reference Zara, and Oscar as a couple who played with Sipho and seemed to leave their relationship with him on a friendly basis. However did Sipho mark Zara in the same way he is marking Jaimie? Did she go down the same path doing similar things that Jaimie is doing? Did Zara end upmworking for Sipho also?
Notice the active tense of the word marking as I don’t think Jaimie is anywhere close to being done getting inked and pierced.
As you have now discovered, Sipho has found and is tapping into a repressed part of Jaimie’s psyche and personality. Being the facilitator apparently of your and Jaimie’s desires, will this give you a better idea of what to bring up with Jaimie when you do have those times when you talk about her(your) activities with Sipho? Will you ask her about what she thoughts and what she wanted to do when she a younger person? Will this help you predict what she might want to experience with Sipho?
Who was Jaimie exactly when she was younger, and what did she like to do and what did she want to do if she hadn’t been brought up in her mother’s repressive household.
Also, there’s still a part of me that thinks physical modification like bigger breast enhancements Are on the table. You two have pushed through so many barriers already in the heat of passion I can see Jaimie, and you, going along with it if Sipho becomes persuasive enough and pushes the right buttons. And it also gets back to what Jaimie desires, deeply inside her, that she perhaps has yet to share with you about the way a woman who acts Lexi should look like.
I’ll end with this. Jaimie and Sipho both continue to call you Jaimie’s anchor. Her safe spot. May I remind you that the job of an anchor is to, at times, keep a ship from running ashore or into the rocks. Did you ever think that when they call you Jaimie’s anchor that they are putting you in charge ultimately of what she does. That Jaimie might just be giving you the authority to keep her from going over the edge. That Sipho is looking to you to know when enough is enough because he already realizes that Jaimie is incapable of making that call because she loses herself in his lifestyle so easily.
Good luck to you and Jaimie. I eagerly await the updates of your adventures!

Some good questions...

No, Zara never got any tattoos that I know of. If she did, she had them removed. Nor did she work for Sipho directly. Oscar and Sipho have some business interest they work on together, so there was a financial interest that was served, but not in the same way as Jaimee.

Your observation about the younger Jaimee is fairly close to the mark. I'll have to think on what I might be able to share there in the future. As you can imagine, there's a lot of personal and private stuff on that topic. As to Jaimee wanting more tattoos or piercings, yeah, we'll have to keep our eyes open on that front.

Finally, regarding the anchor... I also think about this often. I have used my safe word a couple of times and had to pause the game for a few days while we sorted some things out. One was regarding pregnancy. That's a no-go for me. Been there--done that--I don't even want to joke or talk about it. It's such a hard pass that it's an instant boner killer. I don't want it to be part of our play at all. The other time I had to use the safe word was when I felt Sipho was taking too much of my wife's time. I understand a certain level of sacrifice is required on my part, but in those early days, it got out of hand fast and I had to step in and sort it. Other than that, it's gone fairly well.

I know there's more to write here, but I'll try to catch it on my next post - working on it now.

Take care, Ky

[mundyman]

Hey Ky,
Thanks for the update. More details about the actual activities Jaimie has been involved in that are written in the journal would be appreciated, but you do you and anything you write is appreciated.
You reference Zara, and Oscar as a couple who played with Sipho and seemed to leave their relationship with him on a friendly basis. However did Sipho mark Zara in the same way he is marking Jaimie? Did she go down the same path doing similar things that Jaimie is doing? Did Zara end upmworking for Sipho also?
Notice the active tense of the word marking as I don’t think Jaimie is anywhere close to being done getting inked and pierced.
As you have now discovered, Sipho has found and is tapping into a repressed part of Jaimie’s psyche and personality. Being the facilitator apparently of your and Jaimie’s desires, will this give you a better idea of what to bring up with Jaimie when you do have those times when you talk about her(your) activities with Sipho? Will you ask her about what she thoughts and what she wanted to do when she a younger person? Will this help you predict what she might want to experience with Sipho?
Who was Jaimie exactly when she was younger, and what did she like to do and what did she want to do if she hadn’t been brought up in her mother’s repressive household.
Also, there’s still a part of me that thinks physical modification like bigger breast enhancements Are on the table. You two have pushed through so many barriers already in the heat of passion I can see Jaimie, and you, going along with it if Sipho becomes persuasive enough and pushes the right buttons. And it also gets back to what Jaimie desires, deeply inside her, that she perhaps has yet to share with you about the way a woman who acts Lexi should look like.
I’ll end with this. Jaimie and Sipho both continue to call you Jaimie’s anchor. Her safe spot. May I remind you that the job of an anchor is to, at times, keep a ship from running ashore or into the rocks. Did you ever think that when they call you Jaimie’s anchor that they are putting you in charge ultimately of what she does. That Jaimie might just be giving you the authority to keep her from going over the edge. That Sipho is looking to you to know when enough is enough because he already realizes that Jaimie is incapable of making that call because she loses herself in his lifestyle so easily.
Good luck to you and Jaimie. I eagerly await the updates of your adventures!

Some good questions...

No, Zara never got any tattoos that I know of. If she did, she had them removed. Nor did she work for Sipho directly. Oscar and Sipho have some business interest they work on together, so there was a financial interest that was served, but not in the same way as Jaimee.

Your observation about the younger Jaimee is fairly close to the mark. I'll have to think on what I might be able to share there in the future. As you can imagine, there's a lot of personal and private stuff on that topic. As to Jaimee wanting more tattoos or piercings, yeah, we'll have to keep our eyes open on that front.

Finally, regarding the anchor... I also think about this often. I have used my safe word a couple of times and had to pause the game for a few days while we sorted some things out. One was regarding pregnancy. That's a no-go for me. Been there--done that--I don't even want to joke or talk about it. It's such a hard pass that it's an instant boner killer. I don't want it to be part of our play at all. The other time I had to use the safe word was when I felt Sipho was taking too much of my wife's time. I understand a certain level of sacrifice is required on my part, but in those early days, it got out of hand fast and I had to step in and sort it. Other than that, it's gone fairly well.

I know there's more to write here, but I'll try to catch it on my next post - working on it now.

Take care, Ky

[Ky_Da]

I do plan to share more from the diary, but I'm struggling to redact certain info, continue to catch everyone up on events, and not mix it in with what's going on currently. It's coming along, but slowly, so I'll share diary snippets as they're ready.


The following evening, Lexi came home from work wrapped in a long coat, heading straight to our room to change. When she re-emerged, she was Jaimee again. Her hair was back to its usual style, her makeup stripped down, and her demeanor had shifted back to wife and mother mode.

Jaimee was dressed in loose-fitting flannel trousers and a jumper, looking almost frumpy. Yet, knowing what lay beneath those unflattering clothes made my heart race. She quickly took over dinner preparations from Joanna, engaging with the kids as if it were just another routine weeknight, like she'd simply returned from an ordinary job to start her evening duties at home. But I knew her day was far from ordinary. Sipho always had some additional, less conventional activities planned alongside her regular work.

Once the kids were in bed and we had some time alone, I suggested to my wife that we go out for a drink, leaving Joanna to study and watch the kids. There's a pub down the street we like, quiet and familiar, where we've gotten to know many of the regulars.

After discussing personal stuff, I brought up the topic on my mind. "What do you think about moving out of our rental and buying a home?"

"Here? In the UK?" she asked, her surprise evident. I nodded.

She leaned back, her expression one of shock. "I wasn't expecting that," she said, placing her tea down. "I'm open to it, but there's a lot to consider."

"Like?" I prompted.

"Where we buy, should we stay near here?" she fired back without hesitation. "Are you okay with staying here longer? I thought you'd want to go back to California some day. Would you have to commute farther? And what about my job, and Joanna, would she come with us? I can't manage without her if I'm working."

I nodded, letting her speak without interruption. Eventually, I interjected, "All good questions, but let's focus on the big one first. Do you want to stay here? Things are a bit rocky with your mom right now, but overall, do you like being here more than California? Should we consider staying?"

Jaimee was silent for a long while, her eyes searching mine for any hint of my thoughts, but I kept my face neutral, wanting her true feelings. It took her several minutes, but she finally spoke, "All things equal, I'd probably prefer to stay. But if you're not happy, that's not an ultimatum. I go where you go, Ky. There's a lot I miss about California. I could be happy there, too."

"My job is going better here than it ever did in California," I said. "I felt like I could never get the training wheels off at work there. But here, I get to work on all kinds of cool projects. There's a lot I miss about California, but to be honest, I'm kind of feeling like we should stay."

The smile that spread across my wife's face was one of the largest and most genuine I'd seen from her. She seemed genuinely thrilled by the idea, or at least the initial thought of it. We had the money from selling our California home, enough for a decent down payment. "The house won't be as big as our California one, but we can probably find something larger than where we're at now."

Jaimee's excitement seemed to grow as she pondered the idea. "We'll be fine," she assured. "But we need a place with a room for Joanna."

"About that," I said. "She graduates uni soon, and I've got to think she'll be moving on from us after that."

Jaimee tilted her head, considering her response. "I certainly wouldn't stop her if she wanted to leave, but if we ask her to go any time soon, she'll be heartbroken. She's become part of the family."

"Which is the next thing I wanted to ask you about," I said, pleased the conversation was heading where I hoped. "I read the diary you left out for me." I wasn't sure she had left it out intentionally, but I decided to act like she had.

"Not mine," Jaimee smiled. "That's Lexi's diary. And it took you long enough. It was sitting there for like two weeks."

The dim lighting of the pub wrapped around us like a comforting blanket as we settled back into our conversation. Jaimee's eyes, those windows to her soul, had a spark of something familiar - a look we'd shared before when discussing Joanna. I recalled the last memory of our conversation where I had declined the idea of sleeping with her. It was one of the hardest choices I'd made, and I was second guessing myself all the time.

"Ky," Jaimee began, "I know we've talked about Joanna before, but I can see how you look at here."

I nodded, the weight of weeks of temptation heavy on my shoulders. "Yeah, she's... difficult to ignore," I admitted, my voice low.

She leaned closer, her hand finding mine, her touch comforting. "I want to talk about her again because I feel guilty, love. I've been having all these incredible moments with Sipho--and others, and I don't want you to feel left out anymore. I want you to more a part of it."

The mention of Sipho sent a shiver through me, a potent mix of jealousy and arousal that had become a familiar part of our dynamic. "I agreed to this game, Jaimee. I knew what it meant," I said, trying to sound confident, but my voice betrayed a hint of the turmoil inside.

"But that was before," she countered, her voice soft, almost apologetic, as her eyes sought mine. There was a vulnerability there, a hint of the Jaimee I knew before Lexi began to take over. "Before I realized how much this game would change us. How much I'd crave him sexually."

I remembered our agreement vividly, the plan where Jaimee would channel her sexual desires towards Sipho, making him the focal point of her lust. "You've said you think of him when you're... randy," I said, the word feeling strangely intimate, like a secret shared in the dim light of the pub.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes lowering as if she was about to unveil a part of herself she had kept hidden. "It's worked, Ky. He satisfies me in a way I never thought possible. When I think of him, my body reacts in ways... it's like every nerve ending is tuned to his frequency."

She paused, her hesitation palpable, the air between us thick with the weight of her confession. "I didn't expect it to go this far. Someone who makes you orgasm that hard, that often, does something to you. It forms a connection, something primal, that I can't explain. I try to resist, to keep it just a game, but my body... it wants more. It craves him."

Her words were like a physical touch, stirring something deep within me. I felt a pang of loss, mixed with an undeniable surge of desire. It was a complex emotion, knowing that my wife's body had found this new level of satisfaction with another man.

"Jaimee," I began, my voice a mix of encouragement and caution, "you can tell me. I need to hear this."

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine again, filled with a mix of love and the fear of hurting me. "When I need to be satisfied sexually, when my lust is at its peak, it's Sipho I think of. Not you, Ky. And I'm sorry, I truly am, because I never wanted this to hurt you. But it's the truth. He's become my... my sexual guide."

Her honesty was like a sharp blade, cutting through the fantasy to reveal the reality beneath. Yet, there was no malice in her eyes, only a desire to be truthful, to maintain the intimacy we shared beyond the physical. "I don't want you to think I'm uncaring or that I love you any less. It's just... this sexual fulfillment, it's different. It's something I've learned to crave, but my heart, my love, that's still yours, Ky."

I nodded, feeling the dual nature of my emotions - the sting of jealousy, the thrill of her confession. It was a testament to our complexity, our willingness to navigate this uncharted territory together. "I appreciate your honesty," I said, the words heavy with the understanding that this was part of our journey, part of the game we had chosen to play. "It's a lot, but I'm here with you, for you."

Jaimee reached across the table, her touch grounding me back to the moment, to the love we shared. "I want you to know, no matter how this game twists and turns, you're my home, Ky. My heart doesn't belong to him, only my body's desires. And I want to ensure yours are met too, in whatever way feels right for us."

Her confession was like a physical touch, stirring something deep within me. The idea that she could be so sexually fulfilled by Sipho, while still loving me, was a paradox that both excited and terrified me. "I didn't think it would get this... intense," I confessed, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

Jaimee's surprise was gentle, her hand moving from mine to rest on my thigh, her touch sending a shiver up my spine. "But, love, you knew the plan. You seemed so into it."

"I was, I am," I said, my voice thick with the mix of emotions. "But now, knowing how much he fills you... it's a lot. And with Joanna, it's not just about filling a void; it's about where this could lead us."

Her hand tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of my words. "Are you upset with what's happened so far?"

I shook my head, "No, I like it. I like seeing you like this, confident, sexually liberated. But the thought of more tattoos, more piercings, it scares me."

"That's the game, Ky," she said, her voice now seductive, a reminder of the Lexi within her. "It's meant to push our boundaries, to make us feel this nervous thrill."

I looked at her, seeing not just Jaimee, but the woman who had embraced Lexi, who was living this life with a passion I could only admire. "And you still want me with Joanna?"

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes darkening with desire. "I want you to have your needs met, to feel that same... satisfaction I do. Just until May, when we end this chapter. Then we'll see where we are."

The thought of Joanna, her youthful energy, her body that had been a constant tease in my fantasies, now seemed within reach. The idea of her touch, her soft sighs, her body against mine, was almost too much to bear. Yet, the love in Jaimee's eyes, her commitment to us, was my anchor.

"I'm tempted, more than I've ever been," I admitted, feeling the truth of those words like a physical weight. "But I'm also scared of what it might mean for us."

Jaimee's hand moved up slightly, her fingers tracing a path that was both comforting and dangerously close to igniting my desire. "It's an evolution, not a revolution. We can control this, Ky. Together."

Her words, combined with the memory of Joanna's shy smiles, her curious glances, the way she had looked in Lexi's clothes - it was all building a case I was finding harder to argue against.

"I do trust you," I finally said, my decision feeling like a leap into the unknown. "I'll think about it."

Jaimee's smile was a mix of relief and excitement, her lips parting as if to say more, but instead, she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Imagine her, Ky. Imagine Joanna under you, her body responding to yours, her moans just for you."

I shook my head slightly, feeling the weight of my own doubts. "Why would she be interested in me, though? She's got everything going for her - she's attractive, smart, super nice. I'm just... another guy."

Jaimee's expression shifted to one of playful exasperation, her eyes rolling in a way that only she could make endearing. "Ky, don't sell yourself short. You're not 'just another guy'. You're handsome, for one, with those eyes that seem to see right through to someone's soul. And your body? You've kept yourself in good shape, more than just functional; you're strong, you've got that confidence in your posture that's damn attractive."

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words, but still, my insecurities lingered. "But-"

"No buts," she cut in, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly. "You've got this charm about you, this way of listening, really listening, that makes people feel seen. And let's not forget your mind. You're clever, Ky, not just with engineering but with life, with people. You understand complexities, you're empathetic, you make anyone feel like they're the most interesting person in the room when you're talking to them."

I couldn't help but smile, her words acting like a balm to my self-doubt. "You think Joanna sees all that?"

"I know she does," Jaimee said firmly. "She's seen you with the kids, how patient you are, how you play with them, not just as a dad but as a friend. That's sexy, Ky. And your humor, that dry wit of yours? It's disarming, it's what draws people in. Plus, you've got this... this aura of integrity. Joanna respects you, admires you. She's told me, in her own way, how she's curious about you, about what it would be like to be that close to you."

I felt my skepticism softening, the image of Joanna, her shy smiles, her laughter when we'd shared moments, taking on new meaning. "I just never thought..."

"And that's part of your charm, you don't see it," Jaimee continued, her voice softening. "You've got this humility, this genuine humility that's rare. It's not just about looks or physicality, though you've got both in spades. It's about who you are, your kindness, your loyalty, your passion for life. That's what attracts people, Ky. That's what would make Joanna want to be with you, not just for a night but because she sees the value in you."

Her words lifted me, building my confidence, making me see myself through her eyes, through perhaps Joanna's. "So, you think she's genuinely interested?"

"I know she is," Jaimee said, her voice now laced with an encouraging warmth. "And it's not just about sex or this game we're playing. It's about connection, about exploring desire with someone you respect and are attracted to. You've got a lot to offer, Ky, and it's time you started believing it."

Her belief in me, her affirmation of my worth, was more arousing than any physical touch could be at that moment. It was a reminder that we still had a strong connection, had an understanding, and were still on the journey together.


That's it for this post. I'll start working on the next one later in the week. This one was a little challenging to share because of what my wife was telling me at the pub. I don't take compliments well, and my first reaction is to downplay them, but I thought I might as well share them here. I've got so much to catch you up on still, but I don't want to do it as a massive info dump. I enjoy recalling the experiences and trying to put them into words, so be patient with me.

I do plan to share more from the diary, but I'm struggling to redact certain info, continue to catch everyone up on events, and not mix it in with what's going on currently. It's coming along, but slowly, so I'll share diary snippets as they're ready.


The following evening, Lexi came home from work wrapped in a long coat, heading straight to our room to change. When she re-emerged, she was Jaimee again. Her hair was back to its usual style, her makeup stripped down, and her demeanor had shifted back to wife and mother mode.

Jaimee was dressed in loose-fitting flannel trousers and a jumper, looking almost frumpy. Yet, knowing what lay beneath those unflattering clothes made my heart race. She quickly took over dinner preparations from Joanna, engaging with the kids as if it were just another routine weeknight, like she'd simply returned from an ordinary job to start her evening duties at home. But I knew her day was far from ordinary. Sipho always had some additional, less conventional activities planned alongside her regular work.

Once the kids were in bed and we had some time alone, I suggested to my wife that we go out for a drink, leaving Joanna to study and watch the kids. There's a pub down the street we like, quiet and familiar, where we've gotten to know many of the regulars.

After discussing personal stuff, I brought up the topic on my mind. "What do you think about moving out of our rental and buying a home?"

"Here? In the UK?" she asked, her surprise evident. I nodded.

She leaned back, her expression one of shock. "I wasn't expecting that," she said, placing her tea down. "I'm open to it, but there's a lot to consider."

"Like?" I prompted.

"Where we buy, should we stay near here?" she fired back without hesitation. "Are you okay with staying here longer? I thought you'd want to go back to California some day. Would you have to commute farther? And what about my job, and Joanna, would she come with us? I can't manage without her if I'm working."

I nodded, letting her speak without interruption. Eventually, I interjected, "All good questions, but let's focus on the big one first. Do you want to stay here? Things are a bit rocky with your mom right now, but overall, do you like being here more than California? Should we consider staying?"

Jaimee was silent for a long while, her eyes searching mine for any hint of my thoughts, but I kept my face neutral, wanting her true feelings. It took her several minutes, but she finally spoke, "All things equal, I'd probably prefer to stay. But if you're not happy, that's not an ultimatum. I go where you go, Ky. There's a lot I miss about California. I could be happy there, too."

"My job is going better here than it ever did in California," I said. "I felt like I could never get the training wheels off at work there. But here, I get to work on all kinds of cool projects. There's a lot I miss about California, but to be honest, I'm kind of feeling like we should stay."

The smile that spread across my wife's face was one of the largest and most genuine I'd seen from her. She seemed genuinely thrilled by the idea, or at least the initial thought of it. We had the money from selling our California home, enough for a decent down payment. "The house won't be as big as our California one, but we can probably find something larger than where we're at now."

Jaimee's excitement seemed to grow as she pondered the idea. "We'll be fine," she assured. "But we need a place with a room for Joanna."

"About that," I said. "She graduates uni soon, and I've got to think she'll be moving on from us after that."

Jaimee tilted her head, considering her response. "I certainly wouldn't stop her if she wanted to leave, but if we ask her to go any time soon, she'll be heartbroken. She's become part of the family."

"Which is the next thing I wanted to ask you about," I said, pleased the conversation was heading where I hoped. "I read the diary you left out for me." I wasn't sure she had left it out intentionally, but I decided to act like she had.

"Not mine," Jaimee smiled. "That's Lexi's diary. And it took you long enough. It was sitting there for like two weeks."

The dim lighting of the pub wrapped around us like a comforting blanket as we settled back into our conversation. Jaimee's eyes, those windows to her soul, had a spark of something familiar - a look we'd shared before when discussing Joanna. I recalled the last memory of our conversation where I had declined the idea of sleeping with her. It was one of the hardest choices I'd made, and I was second guessing myself all the time.

"Ky," Jaimee began, "I know we've talked about Joanna before, but I can see how you look at here."

I nodded, the weight of weeks of temptation heavy on my shoulders. "Yeah, she's... difficult to ignore," I admitted, my voice low.

She leaned closer, her hand finding mine, her touch comforting. "I want to talk about her again because I feel guilty, love. I've been having all these incredible moments with Sipho--and others, and I don't want you to feel left out anymore. I want you to more a part of it."

The mention of Sipho sent a shiver through me, a potent mix of jealousy and arousal that had become a familiar part of our dynamic. "I agreed to this game, Jaimee. I knew what it meant," I said, trying to sound confident, but my voice betrayed a hint of the turmoil inside.

"But that was before," she countered, her voice soft, almost apologetic, as her eyes sought mine. There was a vulnerability there, a hint of the Jaimee I knew before Lexi began to take over. "Before I realized how much this game would change us. How much I'd crave him sexually."

I remembered our agreement vividly, the plan where Jaimee would channel her sexual desires towards Sipho, making him the focal point of her lust. "You've said you think of him when you're... randy," I said, the word feeling strangely intimate, like a secret shared in the dim light of the pub.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes lowering as if she was about to unveil a part of herself she had kept hidden. "It's worked, Ky. He satisfies me in a way I never thought possible. When I think of him, my body reacts in ways... it's like every nerve ending is tuned to his frequency."

She paused, her hesitation palpable, the air between us thick with the weight of her confession. "I didn't expect it to go this far. Someone who makes you orgasm that hard, that often, does something to you. It forms a connection, something primal, that I can't explain. I try to resist, to keep it just a game, but my body... it wants more. It craves him."

Her words were like a physical touch, stirring something deep within me. I felt a pang of loss, mixed with an undeniable surge of desire. It was a complex emotion, knowing that my wife's body had found this new level of satisfaction with another man.

"Jaimee," I began, my voice a mix of encouragement and caution, "you can tell me. I need to hear this."

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine again, filled with a mix of love and the fear of hurting me. "When I need to be satisfied sexually, when my lust is at its peak, it's Sipho I think of. Not you, Ky. And I'm sorry, I truly am, because I never wanted this to hurt you. But it's the truth. He's become my... my sexual guide."

Her honesty was like a sharp blade, cutting through the fantasy to reveal the reality beneath. Yet, there was no malice in her eyes, only a desire to be truthful, to maintain the intimacy we shared beyond the physical. "I don't want you to think I'm uncaring or that I love you any less. It's just... this sexual fulfillment, it's different. It's something I've learned to crave, but my heart, my love, that's still yours, Ky."

I nodded, feeling the dual nature of my emotions - the sting of jealousy, the thrill of her confession. It was a testament to our complexity, our willingness to navigate this uncharted territory together. "I appreciate your honesty," I said, the words heavy with the understanding that this was part of our journey, part of the game we had chosen to play. "It's a lot, but I'm here with you, for you."

Jaimee reached across the table, her touch grounding me back to the moment, to the love we shared. "I want you to know, no matter how this game twists and turns, you're my home, Ky. My heart doesn't belong to him, only my body's desires. And I want to ensure yours are met too, in whatever way feels right for us."

Her confession was like a physical touch, stirring something deep within me. The idea that she could be so sexually fulfilled by Sipho, while still loving me, was a paradox that both excited and terrified me. "I didn't think it would get this... intense," I confessed, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

Jaimee's surprise was gentle, her hand moving from mine to rest on my thigh, her touch sending a shiver up my spine. "But, love, you knew the plan. You seemed so into it."

"I was, I am," I said, my voice thick with the mix of emotions. "But now, knowing how much he fills you... it's a lot. And with Joanna, it's not just about filling a void; it's about where this could lead us."

Her hand tightened slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of my words. "Are you upset with what's happened so far?"

I shook my head, "No, I like it. I like seeing you like this, confident, sexually liberated. But the thought of more tattoos, more piercings, it scares me."

"That's the game, Ky," she said, her voice now seductive, a reminder of the Lexi within her. "It's meant to push our boundaries, to make us feel this nervous thrill."

I looked at her, seeing not just Jaimee, but the woman who had embraced Lexi, who was living this life with a passion I could only admire. "And you still want me with Joanna?"

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes darkening with desire. "I want you to have your needs met, to feel that same... satisfaction I do. Just until May, when we end this chapter. Then we'll see where we are."

The thought of Joanna, her youthful energy, her body that had been a constant tease in my fantasies, now seemed within reach. The idea of her touch, her soft sighs, her body against mine, was almost too much to bear. Yet, the love in Jaimee's eyes, her commitment to us, was my anchor.

"I'm tempted, more than I've ever been," I admitted, feeling the truth of those words like a physical weight. "But I'm also scared of what it might mean for us."

Jaimee's hand moved up slightly, her fingers tracing a path that was both comforting and dangerously close to igniting my desire. "It's an evolution, not a revolution. We can control this, Ky. Together."

Her words, combined with the memory of Joanna's shy smiles, her curious glances, the way she had looked in Lexi's clothes - it was all building a case I was finding harder to argue against.

"I do trust you," I finally said, my decision feeling like a leap into the unknown. "I'll think about it."

Jaimee's smile was a mix of relief and excitement, her lips parting as if to say more, but instead, she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Imagine her, Ky. Imagine Joanna under you, her body responding to yours, her moans just for you."

I shook my head slightly, feeling the weight of my own doubts. "Why would she be interested in me, though? She's got everything going for her - she's attractive, smart, super nice. I'm just... another guy."

Jaimee's expression shifted to one of playful exasperation, her eyes rolling in a way that only she could make endearing. "Ky, don't sell yourself short. You're not 'just another guy'. You're handsome, for one, with those eyes that seem to see right through to someone's soul. And your body? You've kept yourself in good shape, more than just functional; you're strong, you've got that confidence in your posture that's damn attractive."

I felt a warmth spread through me at her words, but still, my insecurities lingered. "But-"

"No buts," she cut in, her hand squeezing mine reassuringly. "You've got this charm about you, this way of listening, really listening, that makes people feel seen. And let's not forget your mind. You're clever, Ky, not just with engineering but with life, with people. You understand complexities, you're empathetic, you make anyone feel like they're the most interesting person in the room when you're talking to them."

I couldn't help but smile, her words acting like a balm to my self-doubt. "You think Joanna sees all that?"

"I know she does," Jaimee said firmly. "She's seen you with the kids, how patient you are, how you play with them, not just as a dad but as a friend. That's sexy, Ky. And your humor, that dry wit of yours? It's disarming, it's what draws people in. Plus, you've got this... this aura of integrity. Joanna respects you, admires you. She's told me, in her own way, how she's curious about you, about what it would be like to be that close to you."

I felt my skepticism softening, the image of Joanna, her shy smiles, her laughter when we'd shared moments, taking on new meaning. "I just never thought..."

"And that's part of your charm, you don't see it," Jaimee continued, her voice softening. "You've got this humility, this genuine humility that's rare. It's not just about looks or physicality, though you've got both in spades. It's about who you are, your kindness, your loyalty, your passion for life. That's what attracts people, Ky. That's what would make Joanna want to be with you, not just for a night but because she sees the value in you."

Her words lifted me, building my confidence, making me see myself through her eyes, through perhaps Joanna's. "So, you think she's genuinely interested?"

"I know she is," Jaimee said, her voice now laced with an encouraging warmth. "And it's not just about sex or this game we're playing. It's about connection, about exploring desire with someone you respect and are attracted to. You've got a lot to offer, Ky, and it's time you started believing it."

Her belief in me, her affirmation of my worth, was more arousing than any physical touch could be at that moment. It was a reminder that we still had a strong connection, had an understanding, and were still on the journey together.


That's it for this post. I'll start working on the next one later in the week. I've got so much to catch you up on still, but I don't want to do it as a massive info dump. I enjoy recalling the experiences and trying to put them into words.

Please take the time to comment. I'm going to try a lot harder to respond to them. Well, off to bed for me.

Ky,

Ky,

[txrockdog]

Fascinating update Ky! Lots to think about and unpack in the last few days of posts from you. While I am sure the number and quality of Jaimee’s (or Lexi’s now) orgasms play a major role in her “addiction” to Sipho, a certain part of it is also almost certainly the biochemical bonding that occurs from being abundantly dosed with his cum and all the hormones, pheromones, etc. included in it. Cum has a lot of things in it designed to make women happy so they will want to do it again. Having so much of Sipho’s cum (and none of yours) is almost certainly playing a large role in her shifting sexual desires and preferences. She has always been a size queen for sure, but don’t discount the chemical side of things too.

With that in mind, I had an interesting thought pop into my head while contemplating what the next 5 months must look like to you. 5 more months of her being liberally dosed with cum from Sipho and potentially dozens of other men. I know you have said you still struggle with the idea of creampies, etc. and that Jaimee at one time had the desire to see you “addicted” to consuming them from her. What do you suppose would happen if she and Sipho offered to shorten the remaining 5 months by one day for every creampie you licked out of her? What would it be like if you did it enough in the next 4 months to take a month off of your sentence? And never got relief from her along the way to make you immediately shift to the post-cum low? Would that month shorter abstinence from her be worth it? Would the hormones and pheromnes you received from doing it that often biochemically condition you to enjoy it? To crave it the way she always wanted you to?

No idea if that idea still fits within how you two now play, but it was a hot little thought exercise to think about for me. Best of luck to both of you and thank you for coming back and letting us ride along with you two on this roller coaster. Your thread and your stories continue to be the very best cuckold content on the internet for me. Thanks again!

Tx

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the update Ky - you have poured you heart and soul into this talk with Jaimee at the pub.
Waiting patiently for your updates

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I really appreciate how much you put into each update. So rich. Have you given any thought to whether you might become distracted from Jaime/Lexi and her activities if you take up with Joanna? Also, what if you, or Joanna find yourselves develop more intense feelings for each other and start paying less attention to Jaime as she ramps up with Sypho? While I get the attraction I wonder if you right to be as cautious as you are in entering into this. Also, what message are you sending Jaime if you continue to resist her wish for you to take up with Joanna? Much to consider.

[Ky_Da]

Fascinating update Ky! Lots to think about and unpack in the last few days of posts from you. While I am sure the number and quality of Jaimee’s (or Lexi’s now) orgasms play a major role in her “addiction” to Sipho, a certain part of it is also almost certainly the biochemical bonding that occurs from being abundantly dosed with his cum and all the hormones, pheromones, etc. included in it. Cum has a lot of things in it designed to make women happy so they will want to do it again. Having so much of Sipho’s cum (and none of yours) is almost certainly playing a large role in her shifting sexual desires and preferences. She has always been a size queen for sure, but don’t discount the chemical side of things too.

With that in mind, I had an interesting thought pop into my head while contemplating what the next 5 months must look like to you. 5 more months of her being liberally dosed with cum from Sipho and potentially dozens of other men. I know you have said you still struggle with the idea of creampies, etc. and that Jaimee at one time had the desire to see you “addicted” to consuming them from her. What do you suppose would happen if she and Sipho offered to shorten the remaining 5 months by one day for every creampie you licked out of her? What would it be like if you did it enough in the next 4 months to take a month off of your sentence? And never got relief from her along the way to make you immediately shift to the post-cum low? Would that month shorter abstinence from her be worth it? Would the hormones and pheromnes you received from doing it that often biochemically condition you to enjoy it? To crave it the way she always wanted you to?

No idea if that idea still fits within how you two now play, but it was a hot little thought exercise to think about for me. Best of luck to both of you and thank you for coming back and letting us ride along with you two on this roller coaster. Your thread and your stories continue to be the very best cuckold content on the internet for me. Thanks again!

Tx

Your comment about biochemical bonding is one I’ve done a fair amount of research on lately. I was skeptical when I first learned about it, but as I learn more about it, and from what I’m witnessing in real life, I think there’s something to it. I don’t know how strong it can be, how hard it would be to break, etc. I’m sure that depends on a lot of factors, i.e. time spent together, number of experiences, willingness, and so on.

I’d be curious if anyone out there knows more about it that could chime in.

Regarding the cream pies and cutting the time… at first, I was like no-way. I’ll wait out a month. But by the time March rolls around, I might be changing my tune. If not cream pies, maybe there are other things that are up for negotiation. Good thoughts.

Ky,

[David52]

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)?

[veub]

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.

[rascalnvixen]

Ky, I enjoy reading your posts!!! I don't have any significant thoughts or suggestions for you, I just enjoy learning about your experiences in the LS and of course your hottie Jamiee and now Lexi as well. If I do find something I need to express to you, I will!! But in the mean time, I'm always here reading even if you don't know it.

Rascal

[offendedgame]

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

I don't think Jaimee or Ky would go through all this and trust him if he was as pimp.

[WatchinginNJ]

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Tx

Your comment about biochemical bonding is one I’ve done a fair amount of research on lately. I was skeptical when I first learned about it, but as I learn more about it, and from what I’m witnessing in real life, I think there’s something to it. I don’t know how strong it can be, how hard it would be to break, etc. I’m sure that depends on a lot of factors, i.e. time spent together, number of experiences, willingness, and so on.

I’d be curious if anyone out there knows more about it that could chime in.

Regarding the cream pies and cutting the time… at first, I was like no-way. I’ll wait out a month. But by the time March rolls around, I might be changing my tune. If not cream pies, maybe there are other things that are up for negotiation. Good thoughts.

Ky,

I can't remember where it was I read it, but maybe it was Sex at Dawn by Chris Ryan, I think. He goes into the biochemistry and things like sperm competition, and pair bonding with things like Oxytocin.

I know I've read that divorce is most common in marriages at 7 years, when the kids hit 4 years and after the 1st year of marriage. A lot of that has to do with things like oxytocin cycles.