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

[mick_flow]

Damn it, that’s hot. Seeing Jaimee switch her sexual focus to Sipho. It is hot. And damn is she pushing you, Ky hard toward Joanna. Personally I’d leap at it… but, I totally admit I don’t have the self control Ky has.

Seeing the transformation continue with Lexi is hot, you can see Jaimee edging closer, wanting to be pushed that little bit more. She’s teasing you Ky. - spend that time with Joanna, so she can have the guilt free time with Sipho. Maybe she’ll go a little further, let herself indulge in Sipho a little more. Damn it’ll make reconnecting after incredible.

One of my hottest recollections is when my wife was out with her lover. I was at home and I had my female partner over (not sure of the label - girlfriend is too formal, anyway), let’s call her C. We’d just finished enjoying each other and I was spent. I needed time to recuperate. When my phone rang. It was my wife. I was standing naked in the living room, C was sitting naked on the sofa when I took the call. I put it on speaker, and my wife started recalling what she had been up to. I immediately starting getting aroused. I couldn’t help it. My wife was describing the hottest sex she’d ever had (and it wasn’t with me) and I was rock hard. C gasped and said “oh my”, I looked down to see her watching my erection grow. “You’re enjoying this” said C. I couldn’t answer, still chatting with my wife … she reached out and started stroking me as my wife continued the conversation. Next thing I know I feel the hot wetness of her mouth around me. My wife explaining how full she felt with her lover, how good she felt, and I’m muffling my own moaning.

Sounds like Joanna maybe someone that Ky could not only have a connection with, both in terms of Sci-Fi / life topics, but also sexually. It sounds like both Ky and Joanna may enjoy Lexi too?


Folks - I don’t buy the sperm chemical bonding thing. Trust me it does sound erotic, but if it were true then marriages would fall apart after men had vasectomies, and relationships using condoms would tend to collapse at a higher rate. - don’t think the data exists to prove this.

Honestly it’s much more likely to be the orgasm, that feeling of closeness, the intimacy of Sipho physically being inside Lexi. Then the repeated stimulation with him. Focusing on Lexi and Lexi alone. Like Pavlov’s Dogs Jaimee is associating orgasms and physical pleasure with Sipho, with her life as Lexi and not with Ky, and not with Jaimee.

[Maddie_Hippychick]

I wonder what role, good or bad, Jamie’s sense of guilt is holding her back. Without that bit of guilt could Jamie go too far down the rabbit hole and allow herself to become more emotionally distant from Ky? Is the guilt keeping her from completely friend-zoning him. Maybe that bit of guilt isn’t such a bad thing? I don’t know. I’m just wondering.

[Ky_Da]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Oh man KY. You did it again. You should change your name to "Cliffhanger Jones" or something like that.

[mick_flow]

Holly-molly…. This is almost cuckquean territory. (Monty python voice) you lucky, lucky bar steward!

Dear god, you’d need to have superhuman powers to resist that….

…. Soooo…..

Killing me…

[mick_flow]

Oh man KY. You did it again. You should change your name to "Cliffhanger Jones" or something like that.

lol! I know exactly what you mean!

Unless he stood up, and went and made a cup of tea?!

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Oh man KY. You did it again. You should change your name to "Cliffhanger Jones" or something like that.

lol! I know exactly what you mean!

Unless he stood up, and went and made a cup of tea?!

There's no way he's getting out of this.

[offendedgame]

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

I hate you

[wannabecUKold]

Jesus Christ, Ky.
That was beautiful writing.
Erotic but gentle. Nothing tawdry. Flowing like a smooth river to the approaching waterfall.

I love the thought that your wife is arranging a lover girl for you, and rewarding Joanna with the man she yearns for.

[coastalkid]

Oh my! It sounds like Jaimee was bound and determined to make it happen. I still believe that Jaimee can't fully enjoy herself if she's thinking/worrying about your sexual needs. Jaimee needs you to be having fun too in a way that makes sense to her. Joanna offers Jaimee the perfect candidate to give you a special experience. Jaimee trusts Joanna. There's an age difference and they've probably been plotting this for longer than you are aware of. I get the feeling that in ways this is actually more for Jaimee than it is you. I love that Jaimee is pushing the idea!

[mick_flow]

Hi think costalkid is probably right here. Jaimee really wanted this, the amount of effort she put into convincing Ky was pretty amazing. From Ky’s hints Jaimee and Joanna have been together before. Then the teasing over many weeks, the date night and eventually dressing Joanna up and having her tease and arouse Ky on the sofa.

There really was no escape.

So, what does Jaimee get out of this? - with cuck tendencies is love to think she’s enjoying some additional freedom with Sipho. To go further with him. If that’s related to ky and Joanna, there could be a lot of fun in ky pushing by things with Joanna and simultaneously nudging Lexi a bit more. - turning the tables a little bit.


Can’t wait for the next update

[veub]

Oh my! It sounds like Jaimee was bound and determined to make it happen. I still believe that Jaimee can't fully enjoy herself if she's thinking/worrying about your sexual needs. Jaimee needs you to be having fun too in a way that makes sense to her. Joanna offers Jaimee the perfect candidate to give you a special experience. Jaimee trusts Joanna. There's an age difference and they've probably been plotting this for longer than you are aware of. I get the feeling that in ways this is actually more for Jaimee than it is you. I love that Jaimee is pushing the idea!

I may be a cynic, but it seems more like frustration on Jaimee's part. Joanna was put in the house by Sipho. Obviously to fuck Ky and keep him busy. It has to be annoying that he hasn't gone along with the program.

[Tap]

Ky: I was a reader of your first thread, approximately 10 years, ago. As I recall, Jaimee's first HW experiences were in California, on a moored boat, with the owner of a marina. It became very intense, and, you ultimately had to stop them. Jaimee nearly left you, and, was unhappy, and, indecisive for a long time, before finally deciding to return to you. Do I have that about right?

[Jacko]

I may be a cynic, but it seems more like frustration on Jaimee's part. Joanna was put in the house by Sipho. Obviously to fuck Ky and keep him busy. It has to be annoying that he hasn't gone along with the program.

Definitely working to an agenda ...

-- Jaimee nodded, her expression softening with sympathy. "I won't push it anymore," she said gently. --

Then pushes it right after that comment. I don't like people conspiring behind my back. Don't like Lexi (and it is Lexi, not Jaimee) doing it to Ky.

[veub]

I may be a cynic, but it seems more like frustration on Jaimee's part. Joanna was put in the house by Sipho. Obviously to fuck Ky and keep him busy. It has to be annoying that he hasn't gone along with the program.

Definitely working to an agenda ...

-- Jaimee nodded, her expression softening with sympathy. "I won't push it anymore," she said gently. --

Then pushes it right after that comment. I don't like people conspiring behind my back. Don't like Lexi (and it is Lexi, not Jaimee) doing it to Ky.

Unless she is very severely mentally ill, they are the same.

[mick_flow]

The love between Jaimee and Ky is so strong. While it does feel like Jaimee really wanted to see Joanna with Ky, it was also done within the remit of their personal boundaries- ky and Jaimee both have their safe words.

I found that when myself and my wife both had partners that, the strength of my wife and my relationship was appealing to our partners. Being included in that love was attractive. I can get that.

I think we can see that with Joanna too. There is a safety to that which also allows her to explore.

As for Jaimee, well, ky would know best. But it could be that she’s enjoying some compersion? Perhaps it’s the joy of seeing her husband enjoy himself in a way that she’s not permitted to indulge him.

Think about it, at the moment Jaimee / Lexi has the job of basically edging Ky until may! - if you love someone seeing them so worked up and tense is fun, in the short term. But you’d also love to see them enjoy a release. To give them the break. Because when you are close to someone you understand how much teasing they can take.

Getting ky to understand that this is part of the game too would be important.

Just because Lexie is focused on Sipho, doesn’t mean that Jaimee doesn’t get aroused at seeing her husband enjoy himself!

[Tap]

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

[veub]

The love between Jaimee and Ky is so strong. While it does feel like Jaimee really wanted to see Joanna with Ky, it was also done within the remit of their personal boundaries- ky and Jaimee both have their safe words.

I found that when myself and my wife both had partners that, the strength of my wife and my relationship was appealing to our partners. Being included in that love was attractive. I can get that.

I think we can see that with Joanna too. There is a safety to that which also allows her to explore.

As for Jaimee, well, ky would know best. But it could be that she’s enjoying some compersion? Perhaps it’s the joy of seeing her husband enjoy himself in a way that she’s not permitted to indulge him.

Think about it, at the moment Jaimee / Lexi has the job of basically edging Ky until may! - if you love someone seeing them so worked up and tense is fun, in the short term. But you’d also love to see them enjoy a release. To give them the break. Because when you are close to someone you understand how much teasing they can take.

Getting ky to understand that this is part of the game too would be important.

Just because Lexie is focused on Sipho, doesn’t mean that Jaimee doesn’t get aroused at seeing her husband enjoy himself!

I don't disagree that she may want to get him relief but that does not mean that Joanna wasn't put in the house for the specific purpose of fucking Ky. Remember that Sipho is the one who chose her. If he's satisfied with sex with Joanna he is much less likely to interfere with Sipho and Jaimee's relationship by using his safeword or otherwise.

[mick_flow]

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

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

[mick_flow]

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I don't disagree that she may want to get him relief but that does not mean that Joanna wasn't put in the house for the specific purpose of fucking Ky. Remember that Sipho is the one who chose her. If he's satisfied with sex with Joanna he is much less likely to interfere with Sipho and Jaimee's relationship by using his safeword or otherwise.

Wow, Dude that’s some serious forward planning. Maybe !! ??

[Ky_Da]

Ky: I was a reader of your first thread, approximately 10 years, ago. As I recall, Jaimee's first HW experiences were in California, on a moored boat, with the owner of a marina. It became very intense, and, you ultimately had to stop them. Jaimee nearly left you, and, was unhappy, and, indecisive for a long time, before finally deciding to return to you. Do I have that about right?

Yeah, that's a core memory from way back in the day. Yes, you're thinking of Derrick. He was a construction guy who lived in a boat at the marina. He was also where our journey started, as well as massive mistake. It's hard to believe a decade has gone by. If you've kept up with the posts, you've seen that we've taken a number of fairly long breaks during that time, but as the title says, I'm a cuck-oholic and I keep slipping back into old vices.

[Ky_Da]

Jesus Christ, Ky.
That was beautiful writing.
Erotic but gentle. Nothing tawdry. Flowing like a smooth river to the approaching waterfall.

I love the thought that your wife is arranging a lover girl for you, and rewarding Joanna with the man she yearns for.

Thanks! I know I left everyone in a lurch. But I have to try and keep everyone turning the pages. I do like sitting down and writing, but to get the prose really dialed in takes me forever. I'm working on getting faster, but it's a process of multiple revisions to get right.

[Ky_Da]

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I don't disagree that she may want to get him relief but that does not mean that Joanna wasn't put in the house for the specific purpose of fucking Ky. Remember that Sipho is the one who chose her. If he's satisfied with sex with Joanna he is much less likely to interfere with Sipho and Jaimee's relationship by using his safeword or otherwise.

Wow, Dude that’s some serious forward planning. Maybe !! ??

I wasn't going to chime in on this one at first, but I thought I should manage the point that was made here. When I first wrote about Joanna becoming our nanny, it wasn't Sipho who directly made it happen. We had talked about needing a part time nanny, and Sipho did help us network with some people he knew - Joanna's parents who sometimes attend the SPs - but it's overstated to say that Joanna's a plant done by Sipho.

I won't say more than that now, but you'll get a better idea of the dynamics at play in future posts.

Thanks as always for reading and commenting.

[js117]

Thanks! I know I left everyone in a lurch. But I have to try and keep everyone turning the pages. I do like sitting down and writing, but to get the prose really dialed in takes me forever. I'm working on getting faster, but it's a process of multiple revisions to get right.

Your writing style is always very clear and refreshingly free of grammatical errors. Plus, the stuff you're writing about is always thrilling! So - like so many others have said - thank you so much for putting in the time to share your journey! I'm always looking forward to updates!

[veub]

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I don't disagree that she may want to get him relief but that does not mean that Joanna wasn't put in the house for the specific purpose of fucking Ky. Remember that Sipho is the one who chose her. If he's satisfied with sex with Joanna he is much less likely to interfere with Sipho and Jaimee's relationship by using his safeword or otherwise.

Wow, Dude that’s some serious forward planning. Maybe !! ??

I wasn't going to chime in on this one at first, but I thought I should manage the point that was made here. When I first wrote about Joanna becoming our nanny, it wasn't Sipho who directly made it happen. We had talked about needing a part time nanny, and Sipho did help us network with some people he knew - Joanna's parents who sometimes attend the SPs - but it's overstated to say that Joanna's a plant done by Sipho.

I won't say more than that now, but you'll get a better idea of the dynamics at play in future posts.

Thanks as always for reading and commenting.

Ok, but your earlier post certainly implied that he was more involved than that as does Jaimee's eagerness to get you involved with her.

Jaimee's gaze was steady, her voice soft as she reminded me of our earlier conversation. "Remember when I offered you that free pass a couple of months back?" she asked, her tone probing.

I nodded, the memory fresh. I had declined then, feeling that accepting would be cheating, but the idea had lingered, growing more tempting with each passing day.

"What do you think about Joanna?" Jaimee continued, her eyes flicking towards the kitchen where Joanna was sitting at the table typing away at her latest assignment. Joanna, recommended by Sipho, had become more than just our nanny; she was a friend to Jaimee and a familiar presence in our home. Her dark red hair, often braided, added a unique allure to her innocent, cute appearance. At 5'6" with a slender frame and smaller breasts, she was undeniably attractive, and her naivety in the realm of sexual experience only seemed to heighten her appeal.

"She's grown on you, hasn't she?" Jaimee teased, knowing the truth. Joanna, despite her lack of deep involvement in the lifestyle, was aware of our dynamics. She had even confessed to having a bit of a crush on me, though puzzled by our choice of lifestyle. Her dedication to our children and her uncertain future post-university made her presence in our lives even more significant.

Given Sipho's dominant position in your lives and Jaimee's devotion of her time to him, it seemed reasonable to assume that Joanna was put there for the purpose of keeping you too distracted to interfere with their relationship.