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

[elina]

Thanks Ky

I truly appreciate you conveying these conversations, both the one with Jaimee about the tattoos and the one with Sipho.
These two conversations adds an additional, and pretty fundamental (at least for my understanding) perspective that make it a lot easier to understand what world you are living in.

In particular it offers a wonderful perspective on Jamie/Lexie and how She basically is integrating these to aspects of Her personality, but also how important you are for Her in all of this.

Sincerely
elina

[mundyman]

“Sipho looked up at me, his eyes thoughtful, a touch of his South African lilt in his voice. "Nah, man, Jaimee hasn't gone all that far compared to some of my past... adventures. When I was younger, I made a lot of mistakes. The power you feel in this kind of thing, it can be intense, ne? It's a challenge not to go too far. But I like to think I've matured. Now, I want to ensure everyone has a good experience, not just me. I'm not looking to hurt anyone. If I'm not careful, I'll end up with a woman chasing me for life, hey?”

Ya’ll know what it’s like to read a long post like Ky’s last one, especially as it’s related to a thread that you’ve been drawn into and are intensely following. You read it and then certain passages begin to really stand out in your mind. The quote above is certainly one of them!!!!
Right now, Sipho has Jaimie developing her alter ego, her split personality Lexi. Drawing out her sexual and carnal desires wrapped into a new person called Lexi. A personality which overtakes her and she loses her personality of Jaimie. Her fight to keep Jaimie present during her interaction with Sipho (did she fight that hard b/c she knew Ky was there?), (does Jaimie tortally disappear when Ky isn’t there?) shows how developed Sipho has made this personality.
Sipho has Jaimie pierced.
Sipho has Jaimie tattooed.
Sipho has Jaimie serving as his personal fuck toy.
Sipho has Jaimie’s split personality Lexi becoming more of a whore and slut to the men, and women?, he chooses.
Sipho has Lexi dressing and getting made up to match her whorish behavior.
Sipho is slowly modifying Jaimie’s body, and now has her deciding on the size and scope of her breast implants.
And Sipho has Jaimie and Ky convinced that they are the ones making these choices, that they are in control. Jaimie developing into a sexy, slutty subslut, convincing them both that Ky is her anchor.

AND SIPHO TELLS KY THAT JAIMIE HASNT GONE ALL THAT FAR COMPARED TO HUS PAST ADVENTURES!!!!!!!!

Ky, please tell me you asked “how much farther have you taken other women and couples on their adventure??
And what was his answer???

As always thank you for taking the time and effort to write about and share your adventures. I look forward to your next post.

[Jacko]

certain passages begin to really stand out in your mind.

It’s too bad the part about how to spell “Jaimee” isn’t one of them!

[Goodboy66]

It’s too bad the part about how to spell “Jaimee” isn’t one of them!
[/quote]

To be fair one of the character from the start of this story has been Derrick, Derreck and Derek.

[all4fun]

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Maybe I want it too. Maybe I want to see the look on your face when I show off these tattoos. Imagine me walking around with little black sperm all over my tits, Ky. Would that get you all hot and bothered?"

I'm glad she liked the images. I added a bunch more for her to view. Some real ones this time and some very nice work.

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[all4fun]

Happy Monday all. Ky, wow, what an update. So much going on.

Okay gang. Who is dreading some shitty analysis from OHWs least favorite pretend behavioral psychologist? Well then, let's get to it.

I began writing the following section a few weeks ago, which might make the timeline in today's post a bit confusing. I apologize for that. My writing process involves jotting down a few paragraphs at a time, and as days and weeks pass, the narrative evolves.

No need to apologize. Those who posts long and/or thoughtful stuff we understand how long it takes to create a post. Just this mediocre post by me has taken hours, hours. I started working on it yesterday, and here we are Monday afternoon with me getting it done. I, and many others, appreciate the time and effort you put into your postings.

"Quit teasing. Those tattoos are too extreme, even for you."

She laughed, a light, teasing sound. "Oh, you never know, Ky."

Jaimee paused, her expression reflective. "I used to think tattoos weren't for me," she admitted, "but something shifted. I don't see them as temporary anymore." She met my gaze, biting her lip, a mixture of indecision and determination in her eyes. "In fact, I wouldn't mind getting a few more."

This revelation surprised me. My wife, the one I never imagined would embrace such a transformation, was now contemplating further ink. "How many? Where?" I blurted out, my curiosity piqued despite my apprehension.

She shrugged, "I'm not sure yet. I've been looking at art and online pictures. I have some ideas, but I wanted to talk to you first."

"I appreciate that," I responded. "I never thought you'd want to be covered in tattoos."

"Neither did I," she confessed, "but once you get one, it changes how you see yourself. It's hard to explain, but there's something about seeing them on me that feels right. They become part of you."

It certainly appears the tattoos are here to stay and she would like to get more. Tattoos are certainly addicting. I have many friends over the years that have added and added, canvasing their body. Although it seems you've put a stop to them for now, Jaimee always seems to get her way as you are the "giver" or enabler for her. There is also a strong drive for her Lexi persona, who seems to be increasing in magnitude, to get these. While Jaimee looks at them with a eye of caution, Lexi is ready to get sperm tattoos around her nipple, or possibly "elsewhere". A cavernous dichotomy emerging between Lexi and Jaimee.

In full disclosure I am biased and love tattoos so I am the last one to take advice from and I am a bit envious that Jaimee has a few QOS tattoos. My wife has some tattoos, but they are non sexual. If she was to ever get a tattoo like the ones I have posted, fuck, I'd be in heaven. She placates me by wearing a temp QOS above her pussy, although she had grown quite found of them herself. Better than nothing I suppose.

Jaimee reading my written fantasies, this thread, and stories I like to read, gave her insights into my desires. But this wasn't just about fulfilling my fantasies; she discovered her own pleasures, sometimes venturing into territories that left me feeling uneasy or unprepared. This brought us back to her masturbation. Initially, it was a rare occurrence, but now, it was a daily ritual. In the beginning, a night with Sipho or others would satiate her for days, but that time dwindled, her hunger for sex growing insatiable. Now, if she wasn't getting laid, she became restless, her body betraying her need with every anxious twitch.

These tattoos were not just art; they were a manifesto of her sexuality, a rebellion against societal norms, an embrace of Lexi. They painted the picture of a woman who had shed all inhibitions, perhaps caught in the grip of sexual addiction, where each tattoo was another step into her own temptation, transforming her into the very embodiment of sin and seduction.


She gave a sad smile, acknowledging the truth in my words. "You're probably right," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I might have gotten carried away. I think I've got an addictive personality, not for the usual vices like drugs or gambling, but for sex and tattoos." Her eyes met mine, seeking understanding. "I have one more appointment scheduled to finish some of the line work on my side, but after that, I'll pause. We can talk more before I proceed."

Everything here points to a sex addiction, and I think it is both of you. I don't see a sex addiction as an inherently negative thing, as long as it is somewhat controlled. The women who set goals to sleep with 100 men a year or hit milestones like that posses a type of sex addiction. Promiscuity is not a bad thing if done safely. The sex addiction comes in tandem with everything else happening at once. Perfect storm scenario.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I spoke my safe word.

Immediately, Jaimee's toothbrush hit the sink with a clatter. She turned to me, her lips tight, eyes flaring with anger and something else—hurt. A heavy silence stretched between us as she reined in her emotions, taking deep, calming breaths.

"I'm listening," she finally said, her voice controlled after nearly two minutes.

"I'm not calling a stop to everything," I clarified. "But we need to talk about the tattoos."

"You don't like them?" she asked, her voice suddenly lacking its usual certainty. Her gaze dropped to her body, a moment ago a proud display of her choices, now a source of doubt. She turned towards the mirror, her reflection capturing the shift in her demeanor. The woman who had walked in with the swagger of Lexi, who had embraced her tattoos as badges of her newfound identity, now seemed to shrink within herself, her confidence melting away like ice under the sun. Her eyes, which had sparkled with defiance and self-assurance, now flickered with vulnerability.

"But I thought—" she started, her words trailing off, the unspoken assumption that my approval was part of her strength hanging in the air. Her posture changed, shoulders slumping slightly as she looked at herself, not with the pride of earlier but with a questioning gaze, as if seeing herself through my eyes for the first time.

This moment revealed how much of her confidence might be tethered to my acceptance. Without it, would she have pushed the boundaries so far? Would she have adorned herself so extensively if she didn't feel my silent endorsement? The tattoos, once symbols of her liberation, now seemed to weigh on her, their permanence a stark reminder of the decisions she made, perhaps partly for herself but also in the shadow of my reaction. Her transformation into Lexi wasn't just about her desires; it was interwoven with the validation she sought from me, making her current vulnerability all the more poignant.

There is a lot going on here. Al lot. It seems like Jaimee's fantasy world came crashing down a bit when you spoke your safe word. I have long witnessed the co-dependency between you two. Not a big deal, I think many long term couples become co-dependent to some degree, even swapping roles on who is taking and who is giving, depending on the subject at hand.

However, it has risen to a high level with the two of you now. It is also possible that Jaimee's adaptation into becoming a queen of spades and the tattoos, which have certainly been instrumented by Sipho, was originally initiated by you, Ky. If I recall you told Jaimee this fantasy many years ago when she discovered that blonde wife in CA, Nicole was it, had a QOS tattoo. You told Jaimee how hot you thought the whole concept was back then. My assumption is that this has stayed a fantasy our yours, and you have brought it up on many occasion, as husbands will do with this stuff. I know this from experience. When my own wife told me her fantasy was to fuck a black guy I obsessed over it, so badly it turned her off to the idea and delayed our hotwife adventures by years.

I don't think you spoke of this, but my assumption is that Jaimee coming home with the QOS tattoos was not a complete surprise for you, and you likely had some encouragement on these. My other assumption is there has probably been a lot of hot talk about Jaimee fucking BBC from you since she met Sipho. Not just that, but likely a lot of talk from you about Sipho owning Jaimee. Am I wrong here? Does this banter about her being a BBC slut, or possibly black only, something you omit to tell us?

It is highly likely, everything Jaimee has done, and is doing now, is for you. She knows it is what you want. You have watched Sipho turn her into quite the slut, never using your safe word, as she descends further. You two are intertwined in this now. You are both giving and taking from the other. You are doing this for Jaimee, but also for yourself, and your dark cuckold desires, and Jaimee is doing this for you, but also her dark hidden desires, which seem to be submission.

This cycle seems to be a common occurrence with cuckold couples. The wife may start reluctantly, but finds she likes it, really likes it. The husband chasing the original high of it happening, wants more, so he pushes farther and more extreme, and the wife finds she enjoys that next extreme, and the cycle continues. You and Jaimee, just seem to be pushing it farther and more extreme than most are willing to go.

From Mental Health America describing the taker. "They find it hard to “be themselves.” Some try to feel better through alcohol, drugs or nicotine - and become addicted. Others may develop compulsive behaviors like workaholism, gambling, or indiscriminate sexual activity."

Jaimee has made it clear form day one that she needs you on this journey with her. I believe that. You are her anchor. I believe Jaimee continues to head down this path no matter what and she also absolutely needs your approval. Without you, I fear that Jaimee would descend into a total path of Lexi self destruction. You are also her enabler as you give her the freedom, safety, excuses, and cover to continue this. "validation she sought from me" is an understatement. She absolutely needs your validation.

The DDNOS (yep, I referenced it again, I can be a broken record) and the emergence of Lexi coincide with the heavy condition from Sipho, the sex addiction, and the elevated co-dependency. They are all related.

"—It's not that," I interrupted, my voice softening. "You're so far beyond sexy I can't even begin to describe it. I feel like a teenager, getting a hard-on every time you're around. I want you all the time." I gestured towards her body. "I just need to slow down on the number of tattoos. You've been getting them fast and furious, and it's too much too fast for me. At this rate, you'll have a full body suit by the time we go to Florida, and I don't think I'm ready for that."

Florida is after the current agreement ends with Sipho? Food for thought, why not have Lexi branch out and meet someone new for fun. After all, you will be away. First of all, Florida, at least several cities, has a great hotwife scene, with a very strong BBC element. I know you are away with kids but you could hit up SLS, SDC, or lifestyle lounge. Lexi could sneak out one night for some NSA fun. Might not be bad to have a night with a bull who is not Sipho, and Lexi can get her BBC fix.

"You have your safe word if it gets to be too much, Ky," Jaimee reminded me, squeezing my knee. "But you agreed to give me to Sipho, to these rules. Exceptions come at a cost."

Yet, I also recognized that I could give her these experiences by allowing it, by trusting her, by being strong enough to watch her dive into this world where she's not just Jaimee but Lexi. His words were like seeds, planted in the fertile ground of her heightened state, beginning to take root in her psyche, reinforcing the idea that her pleasure was inextricably linked to her submission, to her role in pleasing others. I could only hope that my trust in her, in us, would mean she wouldn't one day decide to leave me behind for this life.

Lexi's response was a whisper, a struggle between identities. "I... I want to be Lexi, but... Jaimee is still here."

"Ah, but Lexi," Sipho's voice was hypnotic, "Jaimee doesn't have to disappear. She can watch, she can learn, but right now, you need to let Lexi take the lead. Feel how your body responds, how it craves this freedom, this pleasure."

He continued his game, pushing her towards the brink again and again, teasing her with the wand, only to retreat, leaving her yearning. But then, he used something more personal, more potent—his own fat cock, slowly entering her, then gradually increasing his pace. Each thrust was deliberate, a lesson in control and surrender, all while he whispered, "Embrace it, Lexi. Only my cock can bring you this truth."

But there was a moment, just before the peak, where she fought back, her voice a mix of defiance and desire. "I'm still Jaimee too," she gasped, trying to cling to her identity.

Sipho's response was gentle, his mastery in his patience. "And Jaimee will always be part of you, but right now, let Lexi have this moment, this pleasure. Let her show you what you can be."

This session was not just about physical pleasure but about reshaping desires, about framing her sexual identity around the joy of pleasing, around the worship of the act itself. And as Lexi lay there, recovering, I couldn't help but wonder where this journey would take us, where the lines between pleasure, control, and identity would blur next. Sipho had made progress, but the battle for Lexi's full acceptance of herself was ongoing, a dance of push and pull between who she was and who she could become.

Sipho's words wove a narrative, not of separation but of integration, where Jaimee wasn't left behind but transformed. Lexi was the expression of her desires, her submission, her pleasure, all within the safety of our relationship. Sipho's manipulation was subtle, not outright claiming ownership but guiding her to realize her own desires, her own identity within this complex dynamic.

Lexi's breath hitched, her mind wrestling with the duality of her identity, the pull towards this new self, this new freedom. "So, being Lexi... it's not just for you?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity, seeking to understand her place, her role, in this tug-of-war between dominance and submission.

"It's for you, Lexi," Sipho answered, his tone almost reverent. "It's about finding who you truly are, beyond the roles we play every day. But I guide you, I help you see what you might not yet recognize in yourself. And Ky," he glanced at me again, "he's your anchor, your safe harbor. Without him, this journey wouldn't be possible. You're not just submitting to me; you're embracing a part of yourself that's been waiting to be set free."

Um, yea. Wow. What I said above regarding behavioral conditioning and DDNOS. Sipho is a master at this. Lexi is his, and here to stay. Conditioning can be undone, but it ain't aways easy. Plus, it has to be done to a willing participant. Jaimee was willing to submit to Sipho and undergo this change, Lexi may not be cooperative to give herself up.

I nodded, absorbing his words, then ventured further. "What about other men? Has Lexi been with many?"

Sipho's expression grew serious. "Some, ja, but I only let her be with people I trust completely. It's something I take very seriously." He shifted slightly, adjusting Jaimee's blanket. "I'm enjoying my time with Jaimee more than with anyone else in my past. She's got a sharp mind, she's enjoyable to talk to, and of course very beautiful. She's nearly fearless, puts a lot of trust in me, and I don't want to lose that. Usually, I'm with multiple women, but since I've started with Jaimee, she's kept me... satisfied. My balls are empty, so I've no need to look elsewhere."

There are so many reasons not to trust Sipho. Jaimee admitted many month ago her numbers were in the dozens, and it happened quickly. Now, Sipho's response to a question I would expect some type of numerical response is "Some, ja." Calling his bullshit here. He's hiding something.

I shook myself out of my reverie. "Just processing," I said. "For years, Jaimee and I lived on a very tight budget. There was never any extra money." I paused, gathering my thoughts, and Sipho didn't press. "Now, we have a little extra, and as you know, we're planning this big trip to Florida. I bought the plane tickets the other day and put down a deposit on the accommodations. It was a large outlay of cash, and even though we had it, it still caused me a lot of anxiety. Like spending all that money went against everything I've been conditioned to feel. I don't know... it's like I have an internal governor that makes me uncomfortable when I spend more than I'm used to."

"I think I know where you're going with this, hey," Sipho said, his tone understanding. "But please continue."

If I was Sipho I would interpret this as he is paying for Jaimee's implants. You had mentioned paying for them, but now you are blowing your wad on the trip to Florida. I had rethought my original position on this. Sipho's ownership of Lexi is a already cemented. I think the initials on her arm were the turning point for that. If the man want to buy her some boobs, ah, who cares. They are less permanent than the tattoos, and can be removed, as many women have done.

I nodded, acknowledging his insight. "You probably have the right read on it. I have that same governor when it comes to this game Jaimee and I have been playing. I'm good for a while, but eventually, that anxiety starts to eat at me when I feel out of my comfort zone for too long."

"And you feel out of your comfort zone?" Sipho probed gently.

"Like I'm in another galaxy kind of distance from my comfort zone," I admitted.

"And you want to stop things now?"

"I wanted that a long time ago, but I agreed with my wife that this time I wouldn't be the one to throw in the towel. I'm trying to give her that choice, but she's gone so much further than I'd ever thought she would, and she doesn't show any signs of wanting to stop."

"Free will is a bitch sometimes, ne," Sipho quipped with a light chuckle.

I managed a dry laugh; he wasn't wrong.

Again, reasons to question your trust in Sipho. I think his mistakes in the past were he was too inpatient and the women he was conditioning backed out. As he's gained experience, he realizes psychological conditioning is a slow burn. He is basically challenging you to use the safe word, as I think he knows what doing that would do to Jaimee. He knows there is no stopping.

"I don't have any sense that she's even wanting to slow down," I continued. "Does she want a total body suit of x-rated tattoos? Does she want to fuck another hundred guys? Does she have any limits on what she wants?"

Sipho chuckled again, shaking his head. "I don't see it going that far, man," he assured me. "Or if it does, you might want to have that safe word ready. For my part, I wouldn't take her that far."

This is interesting. He says be wouldn't take her that far himself, but certainly sees the possibility. This could be interpreted a lot of ways. Maybe, he plans to take her to the edge, knowing she will just continue herself. Wasn't this his plan long ago, when he mentioned where Jaimee might be in 5 years. Some type of myth of sexual pleasure, surpassing Sipho and being the queen of it all.

Again, none of this is meant to be neither praise or criticism, nor a deterrent or an encouragement. They are just mere observations. Only Ky and Jaimee can navigate these decisions and what they want next.

[veub]

Lexi's response was a whisper, a struggle between identities. "I... I want to be Lexi, but... Jaimee is still here."

"Ah, but Lexi," Sipho's voice was hypnotic, "Jaimee doesn't have to disappear. She can watch, she can learn, but right now, you need to let Lexi take the lead. Feel how your body responds, how it craves this freedom, this pleasure."

. . .

But there was a moment, just before the peak, where she fought back, her voice a mix of defiance and desire. "I'm still Jaimee too," she gasped, trying to cling to her identity.

Sipho's response was gentle, his mastery in his patience. "And Jaimee will always be part of you, but right now, let Lexi have this moment, this pleasure. Let her show you what you can be."

. . .

Sipho watched her closely, ensuring her safety before beginning the aftercare, gently unbinding her, wrapping her in a soft blanket, his words of praise and care like a lullaby. "You did well, Lexi, embracing more of yourself today. Jaimee will always be there, but Lexi, she's the one who can soar."

. . .

Lexi's breath hitched, her mind wrestling with the duality of her identity, the pull towards this new self, this new freedom. "So, being Lexi... it's not just for you?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity, seeking to understand her place, her role, in this tug-of-war between dominance and submission.

"It's for you, Lexi," Sipho answered, his tone almost reverent. "It's about finding who you truly are, beyond the roles we play every day. But I guide you, I help you see what you might not yet recognize in yourself. And Ky," he glanced at me again, "he's your anchor, your safe harbor. Without him, this journey wouldn't be possible. You're not just submitting to me; you're embracing a part of yourself that's been waiting to be set free."

The way I read this is that she is intended to accept that her true self is the Lexi personality: the Lexi side is the leader and Jaimee is only a learner, follower who will totally disappear into the control of Lexi. Ky is now an accessory to support that transformation.

[luv2doit]

Where is the thread where it all began???

[vicg]

Where is the thread where it all began???

It has long since expired from the site.

[scdiver]

We just got off the ship and I am catching up. I just want to say that what ky and Jaimee do as adults gets my gets my old feelings going again, but I want to reiterate that as much as you think you are keeping things from the kids, you are wrong. It won't be until later in life that you will find out how much damage you have done. Then it will be too late. Kids are smarter than you think sneakyer than you know. I thought that I kept our activities from my kids only to find out I'm their early teen years how wrong I was.
It was decades later that the lifestyle my daughter had as a direct result of my early cuckold desires cost her her life. No kid should have that.
No matter how you try the kids look up to you to learn how to live life. No matter how you try to hide the sex tattoos and the lifestyle the kids will find out and the damage will be devastating.
Good luck Ky. Keep writing. You have improved my wife's and my sex lives. I have learned more about my wife's sexual leanings on the ship over to London than I learned in the last 40 years.

[scdiver]

I want to make one more point then I want to make a suggestion.
Your write up of Sipho coming into your home and fucking Lexi's ass was incredibly hot.
But you watched to make sure the kids didn't see anything. I am sure they heard Lexi's screaming as she orgasmed. They also could have heard the slapping of Sipho and Lexi fucking. They won't recognize the sounds now but they have the memory and it will last
Young parents don't understand how much the kids know and understand until it is too late.
Young parents really think they are keeping their sex lives from their kids. I thought so too.
That's all I will say about this.
Now the suggestion.
At the start with Sipho, Jaimee warned you that he would make her into a black cock slut. You scoffed then pushed her to go for it. A few months ago you fucked Jaimee then she made you call Sipho. She had you push her to go back to Sipho.
My suggestion is for you to push Lexi to totally submers herself in her slavery and stay with Sipho for a week
You should push for this before she tells you she is going to stay with Sipho for some time. Be first before you are just reacting.
I would enjoy your write up of her stay and her condition when she comes back to you.

[scdiver]

I just finished reading about the encounter with Sipho.
In my humble opinion, that wasn't Sipho bringing out Lexi. That was classic brain washing technic's. Google it.

I still think you should surprise Lexi by sending her to stay with Sipho for a week.

[MustBeDenied2]

I just finished reading about the encounter with Sipho.
In my humble opinion, that wasn't Sipho bringing out Lexi. That was classic brain washing technic's. Google it.

I still think you should surprise Lexi by sending her to stay with Sipho for a week.

So, you posted those two walls of text before you even caught up on the thread?

MBD

[mundyman]

“My suggestion is for you to push Lexi to totally submers herself in her slavery and stay with Sipho for a week
You should push for this before she tells you she is going to stay with Sipho for some time. Be first before you are just reacting.
I would enjoy your write up of her stay and her condition when she comes back to you.”

From a purely selfish standpoint I find this suggestion ridiculously hot and exciting. The possibilities of what would, or could happen blow my mind. Total meltdown.
Of course it’s not my wife and more importantly, my children. So many real ridiculously important things to consider that I can’t even imagine that it is remotely possibly going to happen.

A question however, Ky:
How has Jaimie’s mother been lately?
What has her reaction been to Jaimie’s more noticeable changes?

[tattoousagain]

Stunning story. Thanks for sharing your journey with us.

I understand your hesitancy to post pictures of her tattoos. My question is about her nipple rings. You said her new rings are larger and thicker than her previous rings which are "...nearly impossible to obscure...". How thick are they and what is the diameter? I assume the holes from her original rings had closed up. How long did it take for the new piercings to heal? How rough do they play with them?

I hope everything works out well for you and your incredible bride.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

I just finished reading about the encounter with Sipho.
In my humble opinion, that wasn't Sipho bringing out Lexi. That was classic brain washing technic's. Google it.

I still think you should surprise Lexi by sending her to stay with Sipho for a week.

Give it a rest mate.

[FamilyCuckold]

Ky,

What an amazing update, thanks again for giving us such amazing glimpses into your lives.

I have to say, for me, the last section of your update where you and Sipho are exchanging a frank conversation about your relationship while Lexi/Jamiee is cuddled up to him in subspace was the killer arousal for me.

You two exchanging heartfelt, emotionally-open thoughts while your wife was lost to the orgasmic afterglow of what he did to her, either not comprehending your conversation or not caring at that moment, only reveling in what her Daddy just did to her...ugh...i'm bulging in my cage writing this...

[mick_flow]

“My suggestion is for you to push Lexi to totally submers herself in her slavery and stay with Sipho for a week
You should push for this before she tells you she is going to stay with Sipho for some time. Be first before you are just reacting.
I would enjoy your write up of her stay and her condition when she comes back to you.”

From a purely selfish standpoint I find this suggestion ridiculously hot and exciting. The possibilities of what would, or could happen blow my mind. Total meltdown.
Of course it’s not my wife and more importantly, my children. So many real ridiculously important things to consider that I can’t even imagine that it is remotely possibly going to happen.

A question however, Ky:
How has Jaimie’s mother been lately?
What has her reaction been to Jaimie’s more noticeable changes?

Now that is an amazing idea. Yeah totally selfishly I agree - super hot. It would be like she’s away for a business trip for a week. It would be amazing to see the transformation that might occur. In the meantime Ky’s got Joanna.

Fantasy aside, how’s the house hunting going ? Did Joanna agree to move with you guys?

[sabya167]

One has to read your posts way more than once, to cover and fully grasp all the points therein, for which you make such efforts. You left me relieved with your last post. You disclosed so much, nothing left unsaid, undiscussed. Every thought, every question, every concern on my mind was addressed. It showed why you are the most alert, observant, watchful, thoughtful, and ANTICIPATING among all of us here. And it's such a study in articulating ones thoughts. Your free gift to us--- an OHW classic.

Jaimee obviously is enjoying the control she has got from you. She is in the drivers seat this time. That sense of freedom, coupled with the ecstasy she gets from Sipho could be pretty addictive. She is capable of losing herself in the flow. But somehow I feel that the potential seed of survival ( you two are habitual survivors, couples having a tenth of what you guys have been through, didn't make it, there are so many threads on this very site, telling us that)would come out on top. It's such a patient, long drawn out, tightrope walking for you. Echoing your words, I, too, hope that Lexi doesn't leave you for that life with Sipho. Apart from hoping, do you see any other possible mechanism to not let that happen? Communication and pillow talks, I guess.

I may have missed it, but, what is your frequency of being present with them? Because, without you being present there, there wouldn't be another post like this and not much to report I guess?

Right now we can all guess and make predictions but things wouldn't be clear until further developments.....

[coastalkid]

Anxiously awaiting your next installment!

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,

This week’s been a dull thud after months of relentless heat, and fuck, it’s been a relief. The game—our twisted, pulse-pounding dance—had been roaring at full throttle for so long that when the wind finally dropped, it was like the world exhaled. No one pushed to keep it going; even Sipho, with his insatiable appetite, seemed content to let it lie. Jaimee clocked a few days at the office, her heels clicking on corporate tile instead of sinking into some lover’s sheets. At home, it was just us—games, dishes, the mundane hum of family life. I didn’t crave her writhing under someone else, didn’t feel that familiar ache in my gut. My cock stayed soft, my mind blissfully free of lust’s clawing grip. It’s been good, damn good, to just breathe—to let the storm settle without forcing the next lightning strike.

But even in this lull, I owe you some answers, so let’s shift gears. I’m not throbbing with need right now, so I’ll keep it sharp and spill some details before I wander off into other thoughts.

Jaimee’s nipple rings—God, those wicked hoops. They started years back as 14-gauge CBRs, delicate little captives glinting against her creamy skin. She’d slip them out for stretches, letting the holes flirt with closing, but she always slid them back in, keeping her nipples primed. Then came the escalation—8-gauge beasts, 3.2 millimeters of thick, unyielding steel. With nipples as plump and ripe as hers, they could take it, but fuck, the tenderness lingered for weeks. I’d catch her wincing as the heavy rings tugged, her breath hitching when they brushed her bra. Now, they’re impossible to hide—bold, shameless outlines straining against every top, screaming Lexi’s presence. I’d watch her adjust them, her fingers trembling with a mix of pain and pride, and even in this quiet week, the memory of that sight still stirs something primal in me.

Some of you keep nudging about Lexi staying with Sipho longer—weeks, maybe months, lost in his dark, commanding orbit. It’s a fantasy that sets my pulse racing, picturing her splayed across his bed, his thick South African accent growling orders as she melts into him night after night. But with kids at home, it’s a line we won’t cross. I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t drench me in that cuckold sweat, imagining her gone, her scent fading from our sheets while Sipho claims her fully. But no, it’s a hard stop. Family trumps filth, at least for now.

Jaimee’s mum? That’s a raw nerve I won’t prod too deep. They’re stitching something fragile together lately, spending more time side by side, but it’s a rocky path paved with old wounds. Boarding school fucked her up—shipped off year after year while her brothers got the cozy family life. She’s carried that resentment like a stone in her gut, and I’ll leave it there—private, messy, hers.

Anal-only November? Not much to tell. Jaimee aimed to ride that wild challenge, her tight ass taking Sipho’s relentless thrusts for a couple of weeks before she tapped out, panting and sore. Post-clitoral hood piercing, she stretched it further—those extra days of gasping, her body quivering as he filled her—but it’s too much. She’d limp around after, needing days to recover, her whimpers a mix of exhaustion and unspent hunger.

I’ll get back to the Lexi diary soon—those pages dripping with her descent—but for now, my mind’s drifting to the heaviest hits I’ve taken in this game. Finding out she was pregnant with Wade’s twins? You’d think it’d be the ultimate cuckold high, but fuck no—it was a gut punch that left me hollow, ice creeping through my veins. No rush, just dread, a sick weight I never want again. Then there was Brian snatching her from that private club, her dress riding up as he led her out, our friends’ jaws dropping—that burned hot and sharp, a knife-twist of lust and shame I’d kill to relive.

But one that still lingers, a few months back, hasn’t hit these pages yet. Jaimee swung by my office with lunch, the boys in tow, all grins and chaos. I’m showing them blueprints—proud dad shit—when Lance strolls in. He’s a tall, broad-shouldered Black guy from Atlanta, now up in New York, scoping out a project flush with Chips Act cash. We’ve built a growing friendship over the last few years, swapping beers and shop talk. He clocks Jaimee’s spade tattoo peeking from her capris, that black ink stark against her ankle, and his eyes flicker with recognition. He doesn’t linger—family’s there—but the next day, he corners me. “That spade mean what I think, Ky?” I shrug, heat creeping up my neck, and mutter, “Yeah, we play around.” His grin splits wide, voice low and smooth: “If you ever need a third, I’m your man—discreet, no bullshit.” No pressure, just an offer hanging there, ripe and heavy.

That night, I spill it to Jaimee—Lance saw, Lance knows, Lance wants in. My chest’s tight, cock twitching despite myself, but I warn her: he’s a client, a fucking HR minefield. She doesn’t flinch, just smirks, her voice dripping with that Lexi edge. “If I fuck him, Sipho decides, not you, Ky. You handed me over that night his ink marked me—your rights are gone.” Her words slam into me, a velvet-wrapped fist to the gut. My wife, my Jaimee, casually stripping me bare, her power over me absolute. Nothing’s happened—Lance hasn’t pushed, and Sipho’s leash holds—but fuck, the thought of him peeling her open, his dark hands on her pale skin, that spade tattoo winking at me as he takes what I can’t? It’s a cuckold fever dream I can’t shake, my balls aching with the tension of it.

We’re coasting now, tired but content, savoring the quiet. Stay well, all.

[cyw]

Thanks Ky for the update. Enjoy the calm before the next storm. Lol. I remember years back when Jaimee had taken Wade into her ass regularly and quite enjoyed it, I wonder why this time Lexi struggled to take it comfortably. Is it because of the size or the shape?

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the update Ky. Good to hear that you and Jaimee are enjoying your family time.

[Mycall]

Some of you keep nudging about Lexi staying with Sipho longer—weeks, maybe months, lost in his dark, commanding orbit. It’s a fantasy that sets my pulse racing, picturing her splayed across his bed, his thick South African accent growling orders as she melts into him night after night. But with kids at home, it’s a line we won’t cross. I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t drench me in that cuckold sweat, imagining her gone, her scent fading from our sheets while Sipho claims her fully. But no, it’s a hard stop. Family trumps filth, at least for now.

Even without the family obligations I don’t think this would work. During a longer stint the mundane, ordinary and boring aspects of everyday life would creep in. Sipho would no longer be an escape or exotic temptation and the dynamic would totally change.

Personally I think having downtime and resetting between sessions will inevitably make those sessions seem more impactful and ultimately more alluring.

Obviously I could be wrong but I genuinely think that having the correct balance between security and adventure is what keeps things fresh and exciting.

All that being said I can totally see the fantasy allure of allowing Sipho a week or two to do whatever he wants to Jamiee’s body and then experiencing that angst wondering exactly what you are going to get back at the end of it.

[scdiver]

Great update!
Just a thought I had that might rock Jaimee's world. On one of your talks with Jaimee, confess that it has been so long since you have been with her and you have been making love with Joanna so much that you feel you are developing feelings for Joanna that trouble you. You really need to get with Jaimee but you can't stand the thought of more consequences. Especially another six months added on.
You could add that you are seeing Joanna as the woman Jaimee used to be and you find her more and more attractive.
Hopefully Jaimee will try to show her love by accommodating your needs and if she doesn't then you know you have a problem with Sipho.
I just want to point out, in your write up of Jaimee's night with Sipho that Sipho admitted that he had gone exclusive with Lexi. With Lexi exclusive with Sipho, except for the men Sipho puts on Lexi, that statement would scare the crap out of me.
Please keep up the updates.