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

[wannabecUKold]

Fabulous to hear from you again Ky. Have missed you and Jaimee. Coming to the UK for Christmas ?

[vmb69]

Your stories have inspired us. Welcome back, and we can't wait to hear more.

[realcucklife]

Great to see you back, can’t wait to hear how the progression got you back to this point, and what extra things you have in mind.

[SutterKane]

Ky! I'm pleased as fucking 151 rum punch that you have returned to us! And pleased as hell that your life is going so well for all of you. You and Jammie's story has been an inspiration, a cautionary tale, and an explosive orgasm for me and lots and lots of other members! We lost your earlier thread to the site's automatic pruning of non active threads, which is a massive tragedy and prima facie proof that OHW needs to hold old threads, not just prune them after a time!
No pressure at all, but I would really love to read the rest of your story in the Library. So if you're feeling kindly to a friend and supporter here on OHW's, the rest of your story would be a great! Your story is worth telling, both in this thread and in the Library. I truly hope that you will be a regular here again!
Best wishes as always,
Sutter

[Southernman]

Welcome back KY. Can’t wait to hear the updates.

[txrockdog]

Welcome back Ky! Add me to the list that is very excited to see you posting again! Glad you are both happy and doing well. Is Jaimee caging you when she goes on her dates? And does her date know you know?

[mundyman]

Hi Ky,
Thanks for the update and glad to hear all is well on the home front.
Was it really a question as to whether Jaimee would get back in the saddle again, or maybe better to say, put the saddle on again and get ridden hard.
One question: Are these overnight visits with Andrew?
Thanks again and don't be a stranger.
Best wishes.

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,



I was hoping to get to this earlier this morning, but the boys had other plans and my wife is dead to the world today. It was all I could do to get her up to nurse and then she went back to sleep. She and Andrew have only been together a handful of times, and it didn’t start until very recently. I know my wife would like to go out more often with him, but I can’t overstate how busy life is with two new babies in the house. It takes major planning and logistics to get her freed up for a night. Or at least that’s what it seems like to me. I’m sure things will get easier as the kids get older, but for now we do what we can. As mush as I want to, I’m just not going to be able to post very often on here. I have so little time to myself these days.



A little more on Andrew. He’s mainly divorced because he was cheating on his wife. His job requires him to entertain clients, which generally means golfing, taking them out to sporting events, fishing trips, etc. basically, whatever they think the client might appreciate and keep them coming back. Sometimes that has meant trips to Vegas or other ‘interesting’ destinations. And occasionally escorts were part of the package. For years he abstained because he was married, but then one day decided that he was tired of abstaining from the temptation and so started joining in. It didn’t take long for his marriage to come crashing down once he started down that road. According to my wife, he still takes clients out all the time, but he’s been looking for some type of better relationship for himself—just not marriage.



I asked my wife a question a couple of weeks ago about how she wanted to play the game. She’d been with Andrew only a couple of times sexually at that point, and I was curious for her thoughts, so I asked when we were getting ready for bed. As always, her answer left me both shocked and awed.



“Are you happy to be a hotwife again?” I asked. She gave me a coy smile but also gave me an almost imperceptible nod. “So is Andrew going to be the next Wade?” I followed up.



Her bare shoulders shrugged against the satin sheets, “I’ve never thought of myself as a hotwife…” she began, “I don’t know… I think cheating, adulterous wife is probably more accurate.” Her tone didn’t sound teasing, but she didn’t seem upset about anything either.



“We’ve talked about this before though, it’s not cheating if I know about it,” I quickly answered.



She didn’t reply right away, but after a moment said, “It is if we’re honest with ourselves. Our game is incredibly stupid and thoughtless… but I like it…” She went silent again for a time, but I kept my mouth shut and just listened, eventually she began again, “This is so wrong to say, but I like being a slutty, adulterous wife. I like the thrill I get from cheating on you,” she turned toward me as she spoke, “I like how Rachel and the others look at me with envy. They all want to try it, but none of them ever will. They don’t have a husband like I do. Their marriages would be over if they shagged some random bloke. But somehow, that only seems to strengthen my marriage. A bit mental that, but it is what it is I suppose.”



“I like that you’re my slutty, adulterous wife, too,” I confessed as sincerely as I could.



Her smile grew as she moved closer to me, “I know you do—so you’re a bit mental, too. But that’s who I married. “The thing that worries me is that I’m a mum now. I shouldn’t be sleeping around. We were supposed to put this silliness behind us when we started our family, but as soon as we’re feeling that itch again, we’re arse over tits about it.”



“That’s true,” I had to concede. I honestly thought once we had kids we’d stop playing for years, not months. “But it’s something we both really love to feel, so I don’t see that we have to stop. We just need to keep communicating well and make sure we never neglect what’s most important.”



“It’s more than that. Yes, we both like it. But it’s not simply something we both like. This is who we’ve allowed ourselves to become. We become that which we desire, Ky,” she said pointedly but not unkindly, “I’ve become an adulterous wife.”



“And what have I become?” I asked.



Jaimee took my dick into her hand. I was already hard. She gave me a squeeze and said, “A willing participant… a cheerleader maybe… a supportive husband that for some reason still loves me.”



“I can live with that,” I said. I enjoyed her petite fingers gently touching me smaller member. “I’ve seen the pleasure you get from other guys, and I want you to have more of that. We’ve talked about this a thousand times Jaimee. I don’t know why I’m wired the way I am, but I get off on this shit. I love it when you’re able to throw your inhabitations to the side and just enjoy yourself. Fuck, I find that so hot.”



“This is where we have to be careful, Ky. Remember what happened the last time I let all my inhabitations go,” she said, and I could hear the vulnerability in her voice.



“I was blessed with two beautiful boys,” I said as definitively as I could.



She tried to speak but her voice caught. I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She was right on many fronts I realized. She’s still dealing with a lot of hormones running through her body. She’s a new mother and in a very vulnerable place. After several minutes she said, “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” Referring to my comment about the boys. I know she still has this deep seeded fear that I’ll one day wake up and reject them because I’m not the biological father. But that will never happen. They are my boys.



“We don’t have to play the game, but I know we still both want to. We just have to be careful is all,” I said again.



“I do want to, but I’m afraid of what we’ll become if we keep playing. Other than taking an occasional break, I think we’re both finally accepting that our game won’t ever truly end.”



Fuck, when I heard her say that. I felt something deep shift inside me. I still can’t completely explain what I felt. But she was right. We’ve both talked about ending the game before, but we’ve only been doing that to delude ourselves. We don’t really want to stop. I want her to continue this journey. I want to continue experiencing it along with her.



Jaimee hasn’t spent the night with Andrew, but they have spent nearly an entire night fucking. She’s come home in the early morning hours and we’ve reconnected. The cage hasn’t made a reappearance, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before she starts brining up a few of her fantasies again—the cage being one of those things she enjoys playing with. This experience with Andrew has been an interesting one because she’s done it away from the house and I’ve only been able to see pictures and videos. We’ve talked a lot about this, and we’ve both found it to be very exciting, so we’re going to continue with it for a little longer. She likes the idea of Andrew thinking that she’s cheating on her husband. So, we’ll see how this goes. One step at a time, right.

[sadie]

Again, well done Ky and thanks for the update!

I'm quite glad to hear you two have dipped your toes back in he water. I think deeply held kinks usually don't go away and I'm always in favor of a strong woman getting to explore her desires.



S

[wifeneedn]

Thanks so much for the update Ky, Thought about you all many times wondering and hoping all is well.
Great to hear your lives are getting back to normal, it just works for some of us.
Cheers.

[desertsub]

Welcome back Ky, glad all is well with you & Aimee and the boys. I am not surprised that you two are back in the game, my wife stopped cuckolding me to raise our kids and didn't play for about 15 years. When we became empty nesters she decided to start again. She went so far as to hunt down an ex-boyfriend from before we dated that was really hung. She found him on social media and invited him for a visit. That was the first guy she cucked me with when she started back!

If you've had mostly good experiences from cuckolding it seems that it is hard to stop for any length of time and I say why not! You both are wired for it and have great communication with each other. You are both also very level headed cognizant of the pitfalls. I think you two will be just fine.

[Ky_Da]

Fabulous to hear from you again Ky. Have missed you and Jaimee. Coming to the UK for Christmas ?

Yes sir. Looking foreword to it.

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,

Okay, what I’m about to post is by far the most personal I’ve ever gotten to date. My wife proofread everything and had me make some edits, but I have her approval to post it. We went through a rough patch a little while ago, and I had intended to never talk about it. But the experience just keeps coming back to me and I feel I need to share it, so this is me bearing my soul.

I’ve recently gotten back on this forum and posted a couple of updates. But to be honest, what I’ve posted was only scratching the surface on everything that’s happened in the last five months. I’ve purposefully been keeping a lot of things to myself lately, not because I was fearful of sharing the details, but more because I’ve been trying to internalize recent events. I’m really not explaining things very well. If ya’ll will bear with me through this, I’ll do my best to explain where I’m coming from, and where we are as a married couple.

A couple of months after the boys were born, we were cleared by the doctor to start having sex, but sex wasn’t great for either of us and it was very infrequent. Now, I didn’t think much of it because of course it would take some time for a woman who just had twins (both of which were on the very, very high side of length and weight when they were born) so I was very careful not to apply any pressure for sex. But I felt like my wife was a bit off from her normal self. She was exhausted a lot more than usual—which I just chalked up to part of the life of a mother. Her mood swings were more frequent and came with higher highs and lower lows. Again, I thought it was her body going through changes, maybe postpartum depression, or something of the kind. Over and over again I tried to get her to open up and talk to me, but she was doing the whole ‘stuff-upper-lip’ thing and had clamped down on whatever secret she wasn’t wanting to tell me about. I was growing more and more concerned, to the point that I was seriously considering trying to talk her into seeing a counselor. Then one night by total happenstance, I started to figure it out and began to link the clues together.

I woke up one night and was alone in bed. This isn’t unusual because Jaimee often has to get out of bed to nurse the boys. But for some reason, I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I sat there staring at the ceiling fan for probably an hour and my wife still hadn’t come to bed, so I got up to make sure she was alright. Quietly, I moved downstairs, not wanting to wake the boys if Jaimee was just getting them back to sleep. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see the back of my wife’s head. She was sitting in the recliner, her back towards me. A faint glow filled the room and I could hear her panting in short breaths. I was curious, but I didn’t want to startle her so I let my foot graze against the tread of the lowest stair.

My wife shot up out of the chair like she’d been jolted by a 12 KVA line, the laptop fell to and skidded across the floor.

“Bloody hell!” Jaimee yelped, pulling the blanket around her form. “You scared the shite out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, taking a step towards her. I moved toward the laptop to pick it up, but Jaimee blocked my way and quickly picked it up.

***I had to delete a large amount of what I wrote because as I reread it, I realized it was way too personal and if my wife ever read it, she would be pissed – so I’m just going to sum things up***

After some heated back and forth, my wife turned the laptop toward me. To say I was shocked wouldn’t even come close to describing what I felt when I saw… a naked and sweaty redhead looking back at me on the screen.

“Hullo, Ky,” said the redhead in a Scottish accent I haven’t heard in while.

“Hello, Brooklyn,” I said, giving her a small wave. Damn, Brooklyn is still one of the hottest looking lesbians I’ve ever come across.

My wife turned the laptop screen toward herself and said a quick goodbye before closing the lid.

“Cybersex with the old girlfriend, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow but trying to keep my tone level so she wouldn’t think I was upset. The truth is that I was a little upset. Brooklyn’s a married woman now, and her wife would feel awfully betrayed if she ever found out.

Jaimee sighed and looked to shrink into herself. She didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t tell if she was mad at me, or just being her stubborn self, but either way, she didn’t seem to want to talk to me. And yeah, I started to feel a little bit angry at that. This was getting out of hand.

“Jaimee,” I called a little more firmly. “What’s going on? You’re really starting to scare me.”

My wife wouldn’t meet my eyes and only mumbled, “It’s nothing. It’s fine.”

“Bullshit it’s fine,” I said more angrily than I’d intended. “If you’d come downstairs and caught me sexting with an old girlfriend from high school, there’d be hell to pay. This isn’t nothing.” “Talk to me. Please. Just talk to me.” I managed to say in a better tone. I sat next to her on the couch and waited for her to talk to me. I waited for quite a while.

Eventually I saw this defeated look come over her and she finally looked at me, “I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can’t explain what I’m feeling,” she said in almost a whisper.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. Honestly I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do. “Okay, let’s just talk and we’ll figure it out together. I feel like you’re pulling away and It’s killing me. And then to see you here chatting with your old girlfriend—I feel like I’m losing you.”

Jaimee’s breath hitched as she quickly inhaled. She looked near tears, which is something I rarely see from her, “I’m sorry, Ky…. I don’t know how to tell you so that you’ll understand…”

“What, am I four? I know I didn’t go to the elite posh schools of the UK, but I’m not—,”

“—Stop!” She interrupter forcefully. “I’m not patronizing you. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Now I could see she was barely holding it together. As gently as I could, I took her arm and pulled her towards me. She resisted at first, but I wasn’t having it and I pulled her in tight and held her close. And then it was like the dam broke. She cried like I’ve never seen her cry before. I mean huge sobs wracked her small frame. I’ve never seen her more vulnerable.

We had a long moment of talking about things I’m not going to share, but I’ll fast-forward here to the part of the conversation that applies to my post.

“Ky,” my beautiful wife finally said, planting the palm of her hand against my chest and pushing some distance between us so she could meet my eyes, “I know you won’t agree with me, and I know we’ve talked about this before. But I can’t stop these feelings. I feel broken because I let myself get pregnant by someone that wasn’t my husband . I feel humiliated because I let myself be such a slut—but at the same time, I still fantasize about all the things we did… and I’m ashamed that I want to do them again,” she let out a shuddering breath and paused a moment, “I’m randy all the time, but I’ve never felt more unattractive in my life. I hate Wade for getting me pregnant, but…” she paused for a long time before saying, “But I still desire him… and sometimes I wonder why you still want me. Why would you want a woman that cheated and didn’t carry your children?”

Ugh! What she said was so hard to hear. Not because of any one revelation, but because I could hear the pain she was carrying.

“For one thing,” I began, looking directly at my wife, “You are more beautiful that Aphrodite herself,(yeah, I actually said that. Cheesy and cliché I know, but that’s what came to mind and out of my mouth)” I said as definitively as I could, “For another, we were playing a game we both agreed to play. We had some crazy experiences and, well, this is where we are. But I will never leave you. Do you understand?” I asked, pausing until she again met my eyes. “I will never leave you.”

The corners of her mouth pulled downward and I could tell she was about to break again, so I pulled her into another deep embrace and just held her. “Sometimes I feel dead inside,” she said against my chest, “and then It’s like I’m feeling a thousand things at the same time—I can’t take it anymore.”

We were silent for a long time, simply holding each other and hoping the boys would stay asleep and give us some time. A thought kept tickling me so I finally voiced it, “Tell me more about your feelings for Wade.” The way I felt her move in my arms, I knew I’d hit upon the heart of it.

Exhaling a loud breath she said, “I don’t think you’ll want to hear this.”

I’ve got to admit, my heart started to beat pretty dam hard when she said that. But I repeated the question and she finally answered it.

“I want to hate him… but part of me is grateful for him because he gave me my sons, and I love them more than I thought I could love anything,” she confessed, and it drove a dagger through my heart. I know she didn’t intend it to, but it still hurt, and it wasn’t a good hurt.

I wanted to share this because I wanted people that have followed this thread to understand the real consequences of having sex outside of marriage. We got sloppy one night in a fit of passion, and my wife got pregnant because of it. Things are working out for us, but we’ve had some serious bumps in the road this last year. It hasn’t been all peaches and cream. One thing my wife said that I understood completely was about the love we have for those boys. I know what she means when she says she didn’t know love like that was possible. I love those boys. They are my boys. They are our boys.

But as I posted earlier this week, we have decided to pick up and play again. There’s a whole lot more to share, but this is hard shit to write about, and I’ll need some time to tell it.

[txrockdog]

Heavy stuff Ky. Thanks for trusting us enough to share such personal events, thoughts, and emotions. While we all wait on the edge of our seats to hear what is next in the seemingly endless series of hot experiences you have shared with us, we also want you two to be ok as people, as a couple, and as a family. Your writing and the depth of what you have shared have invested us all a little in your relationship with Jaimee. We all want to hear “what is next”, but more than that, we want to know that you are all in a good place or how we can help if you are not. Thanks again for sharing with us.

[curiouscouple122]

Ky thank you for sharing. People get so caught up in the fantasy of these pages they don't always remember that there are real people. I see how strong you are for both you and your wife, and that's what a great husband and father would be and do for his family. You are a good man. Much respect to you and yours.

[viking53]

Ky
One of the things that has come across in your posts from the very beginning is the strength of your relationship and your absolute love of Jaimee. Throughout your various adventures with their ups and downs, it has always been the two of you (now the four of you) that has been at the centre and the most important thing for you. It is this that has made your posts so interesting and a joy to read. As I have written before, You would be a fascinating couple to get to know in person with your joy in life and strength of love. Thank you for sharing so much with us.

[alex7419]

ky, thanks for sharing this with us. I can only imagine how difficult it was for you emotionally that moment, to feel the person you most love making certain statements must tear you apart. nevertheless you also realized that at that moment Jamie was the weakest and most vulnerable person and you knew how to keep your emotions at bay to cheer up and give strength to your wife, these are the moments that show the strength of a relationship and the love that unites it. thanks again for being open to all of us.

[Xalar11]

Certainly, this was far from being easy for you. A big thank you for sharing this very personal insight of your and Jaimee's relationship. That was some heavy stuff, and I admire you how you have handled this all and treated Jaimee in the most loving and caring way I could imagine. Of course, I don't know you and Jaimee personally, but I really have the feeling that you two are destined for eachother, always have and always will (Yeah, I know this sounds quite cheesy as well )

Allow me to ask you about one text passage

“I want to hate him… but part of me is grateful for him because he gave me my sons, and I love them more than I thought I could love anything,” she confessed, and it drove a dagger through my heart. I know she didn’t intend it to, but it still hurt, and it wasn’t a good hurt.

You say Jaime proofread everything you have written. So can I ask how Jaimee reacted to your expressed hurt in this situation?

Of course I'm not a psychlogist and I hope what I say don't make it worse, but it's guess it's fair to say that the fact that you aren't the biological father of the boys has caused a deep wound in Jaimee. I think Jaimee did wish nothing more than you to be the father of your babies in every sense of the word. (Look I'm not saying the boys aren't yours, they certainly are and being a father to them means so much more than sharing the same DNA, but I assume you know what I mean). Maybe I'm totally wrong on this, but to fully heal this wound for Jaimee, she "needs" or better say she wishes to give you at least one or maybe even two children of your own later on.
Don't get me wrong, I don't try talk you into something, and I know it's probably way too really to think about this, considering your boys being still so small and needing your full attention. But Jaimee is still relatively young so maybe in 3 or 4 years when the boys are little more self-sufficiant, maybe having start going to kindergarten, then taking a hiatus from your "game" to make sure that this time nothing goes wrong and maybe you both could try for another child? Of course, I have no idea of you and Jaimee have already talked about this or if even Jaimee wants more children, after experiencing that two babies make a lot of work and costing your last ounce of energy , but I could imagine thar Jaimee wants nothing more in a few years?

[sadie]

KY, thanks so much for sharing I'll have more to say more later but right now I'm really tied up for my day.

[wannabecUKold]

Dear Ky
Thank you for sharing this deeply personal account.

The essential thing is that you love the boys more than you could ever imagine. As a parent I know that feeling.

Jaimee is unsettled, as one would expect. But you gave her the reassurance she needs (and bravo for that cheesy “You are more beautiful that Aphrodite herself".) She is feeling that she's humiliated herself, is slutty, ashamed, hates and blames Wade, whilst at the same time desiring him and - that dagger - grateful to him for the twins. I don't think she should fight those feelings but should accept them and endorse them. Yes, that is how it is, that's how it feels, there is nothing to be done. And, having got them in equilibrium, leave them there like old friends. Make them part of your love for each other, your shared experience. You are both so lucky that you have each other, love each other and can communicate so well together.

And as part of this healing, do as you are doing - get back to the normality of who you have become. Enjoy Jaimee being - in her words - the adulterous wife you both need her to be.

xxx

[Ky_Da]

Certainly, this was far from being easy for you. A big thank you for sharing this very personal insight of your and Jaimee's relationship. That was some heavy stuff, and I admire you how you have handled this all and treated Jaimee in the most loving and caring way I could imagine. Of course, I don't know you and Jaimee personally, but I really have the feeling that you two are destined for eachother, always have and always will (Yeah, I know this sounds quite cheesy as well )

Allow me to ask you about one text passage

“I want to hate him… but part of me is grateful for him because he gave me my sons, and I love them more than I thought I could love anything,” she confessed, and it drove a dagger through my heart. I know she didn’t intend it to, but it still hurt, and it wasn’t a good hurt.

You say Jaime proofread everything you have written. So can I ask how Jaimee reacted to your expressed hurt in this situation?

Of course I'm not a psychlogist and I hope what I say don't make it worse, but it's guess it's fair to say that the fact that you aren't the biological father of the boys has caused a deep wound in Jaimee. I think Jaimee did wish nothing more than you to be the father of your babies in every sense of the word. (Look I'm not saying the boys aren't yours, they certainly are and being a father to them means so much more than sharing the same DNA, but I assume you know what I mean). Maybe I'm totally wrong on this, but to fully heal this wound for Jaimee, she "needs" or better say she wishes to give you at least one or maybe even two children of your own later on.
Don't get me wrong, I don't try talk you into something, and I know it's probably way too really to think about this, considering your boys being still so small and needing your full attention. But Jaimee is still relatively young so maybe in 3 or 4 years when the boys are little more self-sufficiant, maybe having start going to kindergarten, then taking a hiatus from your "game" to make sure that this time nothing goes wrong and maybe you both could try for another child? Of course, I have no idea of you and Jaimee have already talked about this or if even Jaimee wants more children, after experiencing that two babies make a lot of work and costing your last ounce of energy , but I could imagine thar Jaimee wants nothing more in a few years?

Thanks for the thoughts, Xalar

About your question: My wife felt terrible that what she said was so hurtful because it was the last thing she wanted, and in no way meant for it to be hurtful. And truthfully, it shouldn’t have been hurtful—I just took it that way because of my own insecurities and fears.

And yes, we do intend to have more children. Fuck all you population control people out there that think it’s irresponsible to populate the earth anymore—sorry, got off on a rant there. Anyway, we both want a big family, so more kids are definitely on the agenda. My wife thinks I’m out of my mind on this, but I thought her pregnant body was the most sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe it’s just a biological thing, but a pregnant woman is huge turn on—or maybe that’s just me. I haven’t actually asked other guys what they think.

[Ky_Da]

Hey all,

First, sorry for the editing problems. I typed this out on my phone on a long flight back from the east coast last night.

I’m still feeling the emotional roller coaster from the last post. Those first months after the birth of the boys were gut wrenching at times. But little by little we talked our way through things, and little by little life started to improve. We learned it wasn’t enough just to talk things out—that was only part of the process. We really had to learn how not only be honest with each other, but honest with ourselves. We learned that we were both deluding ourselves about certain things. But once we made the discoveries, we were able to pull those weed out by the roots.

Slowly our sex life returned to normal, and despite the new and constant chaos in the home, we were starting to feel happy again. Which leads to the next experience I wanted to share.

We had gotten into a nightly routine where we’d get the boys to bed and still have a little energy left over for each other, so we were making the most of it and having sex a lot more often. After sex, I’d roll over and go to sleep and my wife would read for a while because she’d need to feed the boys one more time before she went to sleep for the night. This routine had been going on for about a week and one night I didn’t fall asleep right away. I laid there and watched my wife read from her phone. She looked flush and whatever she was reading had her total attention.

I rolled toward her and asked, “What are you reading, Penthouse Letters?” By the way she looked at me, I knew she didn’t know what I was talking about. I thought everybody in the world knew what Penthouse Letters were. I do. I’ve read a lot of them, lol. At first, she didn’t want to show me, but she finally relented and showed me. She’d gotten a new phone a little while ago, and when she downloaded the Kindle app, it connected to my library. Now my library is full of science fiction, military, history, etc. you know, typical guy type books. But I’d forgotten that I’d bought and downloaded the J.C. Wittol cuckold books. There are eight of them. Some time ago I saw them recommended so I did download them, but life got busy and I never got to reading them.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Brilliant,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.

“Really?” I asked in surprise. I thought they were just smut reads, but she obviously was into them, and my wife is a serious literature snob. I propped myself up on my elbow. “You’re not serious, are you?”

Jaimee cleared her throat, stretched out lazily, and set the phone on the bed, “The writing is rubbish—but better than yours,” she said as she gave me a teasing look, “but the fantasy and some of the ideas are brilliant.”

“I haven’t read them yet. What’s the story about?” I asked.

My dark-haired beauty shook her head at me, “Don’t be a wanker. Read them for yourself after I’m done, then we’ll talk.”

So I did. Jaimee had finished the 8th book in the series the following evening and I picked up on book one. I started reading about 7-ish or so that evening, and I’m ashamed to say I finished the 8th book at around five in the morning. Yeah, I couldn’t put it down. I read through the night, got up and showered, and went to work for the day. I might have abused a little caffeine the following day at work. But my head was full of the fantasies from the books. It had been a long time since either one of us had indulged ourselves in the cuck fantasies. We’d been so busy up to that point that we haven’t had time to think about anything else except surviving the day. After reading those books, my cuck switch had been seriously flipped.

The following night we couldn’t get to bed fast enough, and I know each of us had cuckold and hotwife fantasies running through our minds. After, as we lie in bed, I asked, “So you want to try out what Nick and Nichole were doing in the books?” I asked, referring to the main characters of the series.

Jaimee rolled her eyes, “Sure, we just need to find a rich black man with a giant cock that we can trust,” she said sarcastically.

“Shouldn’t be that hard,” I countered, shrugging my shoulders. “I know some black guys at work.”

“Do you think about what you’re going to say before you say it, or do you just let that rubbish spill out?”

“What?” I asked, throwing my hands in the air. “I do.”

She shook her head at me, “Seriously, Ky. You don’t think it’s a bit daft to carry on with a mate a work?”

“Oh, yeah, well, there’s that,” I said lamely. “But that’s not important right now. I want to know what you liked about the book. Do you want to be Nichole? Was that your ultimate fantasy; buffed black guy, huge cock, submissive husband wearing a cage and panties—hell, the story even had a lesbian girlfriend for Nichole. That was like the perfect trifecta of cuck-dom.” My wife didn’t answer right away. I looked over and saw that she was blushing a little. And even had a bit of a cum-face going on. I gave her a knowing smile and she gave me a light slap on the shoulder.

“Don’t tease me, Ky. They’re just fantasies now.”

“Sorry,” I quickly apologized, but my smile didn’t diminish. “They’re fantasies until they aren’t.”

“Oh really?” she said, her brow raising slightly. My wife rolled toward me, removing her panties and crawling up until she straddled my chest. I could see her pussy inches away from my face. God, I love this woman. “I remember how much of a reluctant git you were. You were not a good cuck-boy most of the time. Always being stubborn and trying to top me from the bottom.”

“Maybe I’ve learned my lesson. Maybe I just need another chance,” I quipped back.

My wife moved up onto her knees until her pussy was right above my mouth, “Oh, you’ll have your chance someday. “I just have to find the right boyfriend to dominate you. Wade was great, but you two were more friends—it would never have worked.”

I inhaled deeply. I love the smell of her. “That’s part of the problem,” I said, my eyes completely fixated on her lower lips.

She pulled back enough that she could look me in the eye, “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not going to be sub to some dude. I don’t care who he is. I don’t care if he can kick my ass or if he’s a thousand times more manly than I am. I don’t get off on that at all.”

“You don’t want to be my cuck-boy anymore?” She asked, the expression on her face flashed of hurt.

I shook my head, “You misunderstand me. You just said it. I’ll be your cuck-boy, but no one else’s.”

“Oh,” she simply said and moved her womanhood over my mouth again, “Then be a good cuck-boy and service your queen.” She pressed her pussy to my mouth. She was already very wet. I brought her to a strong orgasm, but instead of sliding to the side, she only moved back down and sat on my chest. “You’re going to do that again,” she declared, her breath coming in heavy pants.

“Yes, my queen,” I said with a smile. She game me a genuine and happy smile back and it warmed my soul.

“Good boy,” she praised, “I might finally graduate you from peasant to commoner one of these days.”

“What? I’m not a knight yet?” I complained, reaching up to tickle her sides.

She slapped my hands away, “No, not until your little dick is wearing his armor.”

Ah, she was referring to the chastity cage, fuck she’s quick sometimes. “What do I get out of the deal if I let you put it on me?”

Jaimee had been resting her hands on the headrest, but she lowered them down and gripped two handfuls of my hair, “See, this is how you are, Ky,” she said, staring me directly in the eyes, her tone still playful. “It’s not about what you get out of it. Being a good cuck-boy is about what you give. It’s my job as your queen to reward you with what I deem proper.”

“Ah, got it,” I replied.

My wife moved her pussy back over my mouth and slowly lowered herself onto my mouth again, “That’s better,” she sighed as I began, “but don’t get cheeky with me, cuck-boy.”

I could feel her juices coating my chin, mouth, face, and even running down my neck. I was rock hard as I listened to the small moans that escaped her lips. She reached back and I felt her hand grasp my dick. It didn’t take her long to bring me to a climax, which I felt land on my stomach. I felt her flinch at the same time, “Whoa,” she sounded, “well done cuck-boy, you actually got some of your cum on my back.” Jaimee let herself slump to the side and laid next to me in a heap. “I’m knackered.”

After a few minutes of companionable silence, I asked, “You’re sounding like you want to play the game again.”

A silence hung between us for a brief moment, “No,” she said simply. I must admit. I felt my heart sink a little. I guess I was wanting to play again more than I had thought. But they she continued, “It’s not a game anymore, Ky.”

I forced myself to sit up, “Huh?”

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately,” she began, “We played a game for a while, but when I got pregnant, it stopped being a game.”

“I get it,” I said reflexively.

This time she turned towards me, “No, let me finish,” she said, moving her body closer to mine. “I’m not the same person I was a few years ago, yeah. It used to feel like we were playing a game. I felt like I was a character acting out a scene. But now it feels like this is who I am. It’s not a game anymore, it’s just become who we are. Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” I said slowly, still trying to process. “But that’s kind of a scary thought.”

The gorgeous creature next to me nodded quickly, “Got it in one,” she declared, “I feel like we deluded ourselves by calling it a game. Like we could stop and put it away like a board game you put back in the closet when your done playing,” Jaimee’s gaze drifted to the ceiling as she thought out what she was trying to express. “I don’t feel like I’m playing a role anymore. This is who I am now. An adulterous, slutty, whoring wife.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “In other words, you’re a MILF now.”

She looked back at me, “A what?”

“A MILF. Acronym for mother I’d like to fuck.”

“Crass,” she said, but I could hear the teasing coming back into her voice. “They warned me about marring such a lowbred Philistine.”

“Yeah-yeah, let’s go back to the books. I still want to know what you liked most about them. What got your motor running, what did you like, what did you dislike?”

“I liked reading about how Nichole sometimes lost herself. I miss that feeling of being drunk with pleasure. That feeling of being filled up completely… god that’s intoxicating,” she sighed at the memory.

“I think that was one of my favorite parts of the experience, too,” I agreed. “I loved seeing you when all you were thinking about was the experience and the pleasure. I still get off on thinking about it actually.” I felt my wife’s hand rest on my crotch. I I love it. All I need to do to get her to touch my dick is to start talking about sex. It’s only a matter of time then.

“Hmmm,” she hummed skeptically, “That might be something that turns you on, but I know what does it for you more than that.”

“Oh? Do tell then.” I challenged.

“I know what you read, the type of porn videos you watch. It’s obvious,” she gave my members squeeze, “You like it when the innocent white girl is transformed into a queen of spades cock slut,” when I didn’t immediately deny it, she teasingly asked, “Do you think of me that way? Do you imagine me shagging black men, getting that tattoo symbol on my ankle so that everyone knows I’m a slut for black men?”

I had to clear my throat from before I could answer, I eventually coughed out, “Sometimes.”

My wife shook her head and rolled her eyes, “My cuck-boy is incorrigible,” then she asked, “Do you fantasize about me getting pregnant with a black man’s baby? So that all of our families know that I’m unfaithful to you? Is that part of it, too?”

I immediately shook my head, “No,” I said without hesitation. “I used to—but not anymore. I don’t like to think about that at all now.”

“Good,” she agreed, “The rest I’m willing to do for you, but not that.”

My head snapped toward her, “Are you fucking serious?”

Jaimee laughed, “I’m just indulging your fantasy for a minute. Don’t get so serious on me right now.”

I felt a wave of relief. It’s one thing to fantasize about, a whole other thing to actually do it. But of course all of you know that.

“Although, I think I’d be a pretty hot QOS. I could get a tattoo on my wrist like your dream girl Jen,,” she said, referring to the Xleg books. She indulges me and reads along still. And we still chat about where the story is headed.

“Stop teasing me woman,” I groaned. She was still gently stroking me.

“Maybe i’m not teasing,” she said wryly. “I’ve been a good girl for a long time now with only your average dick to satisfy me.. I’ve been craving that feeling of being filled by a big cock. That intense feeling that makes your heart flutter… there’s something very tantalizing about being completely transformed into a complete sex object – it is fun to fantasize about.”

“…I miss watching it, but life is really good right now.”

“It is,” Jaimee agreed. “So don’t muck it up.”

We had great sex that night, but I know each one of us was thinking about the books we had just read. I was imagining my wife with a black boyfriend, and I’m sure she was imagining the same, only with the added caveat that I was wearing the cage. And maybe it’s from the direction of Xleg story lately, but I have been thinking (and watching) about stories where women are ‘transformed’ into QOSs. I think like all things in this lifestyle, we need to push things further and further to feel the same rush of endorphins we did when we first started, Our lust pushes us to push the envelope.

I did enjoy reading those books. I haven’t felt cuckold angst like that in a long time. I missed it, and it really got my mind energized for it again. I don’t know that I’d recommend those books. They’re fun reads for what they are, but it feels like I’d be recommending to take a needle of heroine. Everyone has to make their own choice, and I don’t want to the be reason anyone makes that choice because occasionally I miss the days of innocence before all the fucking around started. Life was simpler back then.

[Xalar11]

As always a big thank you for sharing. The "banter" between you and Jaimee is really heartwarming. Jaimee has a lot of wit, in this she reminds me a lot of my own wife. Especially in always trying to have the last word, but I guess that's the case in most marriages .

Excuse me if ask something a bit of topic, can I ask how did your family, your parents and siblings, actually received Jaimee when you introduced her to them? How is their relationship today? And were you received by Jaimee's parents and siblings, were the concerned if you would be the right man for their daughter?

[SutterKane]

Hey all,...


...We had great sex that night, but I know each one of us was thinking about the books we had just read. I was imagining my wife with a black boyfriend, and I’m sure she was imagining the same, only with the added caveat that I was wearing the cage. And maybe it’s from the direction of Xleg story lately, but I have been thinking (and watching) about stories where women are ‘transformed’ into QOSs. I think like all things in this lifestyle, we need to push things further and further to feel the same rush of endorphins we did when we first started, Our lust pushes us to push the envelope.

Damn, Ky, I've miss your story telling and writing! You and Jammie's story and Don Jetman's stories of he and his wife "L" are amazing! My wife has become addicted to Don's writing and I'm looking forward to introducing her to you and Jammie's story now that your back to writing again. I wanted to, but when I went looking for your older thread, it was gone! I nearly fucking cried! Or my "Lil husband penis" as my wife now calls it, did!
On the Queen of Spades front, is it all that we cuck want it to be? Fuck yes! IF you find the right BBC Bull! My wife has been fucking well hung BBC Bulls for the last four years now and it has been, without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to our sex life! It has been emotionally challenging for me on a lot of levels, but seeing my wife sexually fulfilled like I never had or could, makes up for it 100%. But I had to let go of my male ego and need to control everything. I learned to stop thinking in terms of labels and lines, do's and don'ts, let the cuckolding just wash over me and just relax!
This life is a drug, as you well know. Don't let yourself, your identity, or marriage get lost in. Because, if you chase this particular rabbit down this particular rabbit hole, you'll find yourself much like Alice, always amazed, beguiled and overwhelmed by where this leads! You will crave the way it feels to hear her tell you to "Put my lovers cock inside my cunt, so he can give me what you can't!" Ans "Can you leave us alone for an hour?" And them listen to them fuck for hours, like animals in heat, through a closed door! You will throb and drool in your cage, aching with an intensity that you can't imagine now. And once you've tasted the water from THAT well, you can't imagine ever living without it again! And once she's taken you that deep into cuckoldland and sees just what it does to you and power that gives her over you and how it made you cum in your cage without even being able to touch yourself (it can truly be that intense!), it will seal your cuckold fate, doom you to the most extreme sexual adventure and emotional angst that you can imagine! If you're a good cucky boy, that is!
A drug, I tell you. A.Fucking.Drug!
Sutter

[wannabecUKold]

Jaimee cleared her throat, stretched out lazily, and set the phone on the bed, “The writing is rubbish—but better than yours,” she said

That was harsh on you Ky.
Your writing is great - anyway all you have to do is write down your wife's cut-glass accented swearing. That's what a posh English girls school teaches you. Bloody hell, I say.