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I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Shortly after I stopped posting back in March, my wife and I decided that we wanted to have a heightened experience with Sipho. We knew there would be dangers. We knew there would be ups and downs, but we both felt like it was something we wanted to experience. We recommitted to use our safe words if we needed, and we recommitted to each other that no matter what happened, we would come back together and that the experience wouldn’t pull us apart.
Like many vices in this world, the problem with cuckolding, or being cucked, is that what seems extreme one day can quickly become your new normal the next. For example, in the past, the idea of my wife specifically looking for black cock didn’t seem all that appealing; nor did cream pies, chastity, and a dozen other things. But over time, I found I liked a light amount of humiliation, I liked to play with chastity in short durations, and I didn’t mind cream pies under the right circumstances. I’m still not down for giving a guy a BJ. That’s still too far for me.
With that in mind, Jaimee called Sipho and the three of us went out for dinner to talk about the details. Sipho’s rules for playing his version of the game were fairly simple. His goal was to give us all a fun experience, as well as satisfy his curiosity on just how far he could heighten Jaimee’s sexual appetites – he wanted to know just how big of a slut my wife could become. And of course he wanted to chance to bed her as frequently as she would let him. For her part, Jaimee had to commit to doing what Sipho wanted as much as she could. Family would come first, but to the extent it was possible, she was to follow Sipho’s lead.
The game started that night when Sipho asked my wife to join him on his side of the table. He then spent most of dinner with his hand on her thigh. But the start of the game didn’t go anything like what I was anticipating. To start, for the first month after we agreed on the rules, he spent a lot of time toying with her emotions. At time’s he’d be very attentive, and other times very standoffish. He’d be around frequently at times, and then gone for several days with no word, but he’d still somehow occupy space in her head – it was like he had a constant presence. Then at times he’d give her little attention, focusing more of his time with me. He’d find ways to make her hot and ready for action, and then he’d come off as distant.
While this was, as-my-wife-would-say, ‘driving her spare’, it was having an effect. Her emotions were all over the place. Also during this time, we were asked to read a lot of erotic stories together. My wife isn’t fond of actual porn – it’s not something she enjoys watching, but give her a good book, and she’ll enjoy every word of it. The challenge was finding well-written stories. Jaimee’s a bit of an English lit snob, and a lot of the real hard erotic porn isn’t exactly wining writing awards. Be that as it may, we did find a rhythm that worked for us. We spent a lot of hours getting off by reading stories together. That in itself was a lot of fun.
For the first month and change, the game was growing at a slow-burn rate, and we were enjoying the ride. We had no idea what was instore for us. After a few weeks, I started to notice some stark changes. For one, Jaimee was reading a lot more than she had previously – rereading some of her favorite stories, and almost always with her fingers slipped down the front of her panties. She was reading a lot of different types of stories, but to Sipho’s request, she did try to find and read more that were about women being seduced and dominated by black men.
Seeing my wife masturbating more often like that was wild. As time went on, I’d even catch her reading and pleasuring herself in the middle of the night. She was definitely revving her engine more and more. We were about a month-and-a-half into things when Sipho planned what I guess I’d call Phase 2. He began to come around more often, usually in the late evening after the kids were in bed. The first few nights we watched movies together, Jaimee snuggled into his side, me in the recliner nearby. Sipho would caress her arm, her neck, her breasts, but didn’t let things progress to far too fast.
This went on for a little over a week before he finally asked Jaimee to pull his cock out and suck it. Sipho has a South African accent, and a very deep basso sounding voice. The way he speaks has an almost hypnotic rhythm that makes you focus on what he’s saying. I wish I had that at work. I think it would come in handy.
Then, finally, after a long slow start, we had Sipho over to the house. Jaimee and I were celebrating our wedding anniversary, so we’d dropped the kids off with the grandparents, so we’d have the weekend to ourselves. Over the course of the evening, Sipho had warmed up Jaimee to the point where she was growing more and more desperate for relief. They’ve had sex in the past—a couple of times—but it had been a while, and with only my average size penis to satisfy her, she was looking for some adventure.
The three of us were sitting on the sofa when Sipho had my wife sit next to him, pulling her down so that her head rested on his thigh. We were having drinks and listening to music, and Sipho’s hand started to roam over Jaimee’s body. It was an erotic site just watching that. He run his hand under her blouse, caressing her breast. He ran the back of his hand along the side of her neck, gently touching the skin behind her ear.
Little by little, Sipho removed her clothes, eventually dropping the blouse, bra, skit, and panties to the floor. For her part, Jaimee began stroking Sipho’s cock through his trousers. It was easy to see why she was so taken with him. The guy’s packing a horse cock. I experienced one of those surreal moments where I realize I’m having a normal, everyday kind of conversation with someone, but this someone has my nude wife next to him. So crazy.
Sipho gestured toward his zipper, and my wife quickly complied, fishing out his cock in an efficient motion. For several long minutes, she laid there admiring it, stroking it slowly with her petite hand. Looking at it from my vantage, I found it hard to believe that cock had been inside my wife before. I think I mentioned it before, but Sipho’s every bit as big as Wade, but unlike Wade’s veiny cock, Sipho’s is smooth and shaped a bit like a football, fattest in middle and tapering slightly at the ends.
Jaimee was entranced. I wasn’t even a thought in the back of her head. All her attention was on the black cock in her hand. She licked her lips several times, anticipating her prize. If she was feeling anxious about anything, she didn’t show it, she looked like she only had one thing on her mind. Opening her lips, she stuck out her tongue and slid it along the bottom of Sipho’s cock. He sighed in contentment, giving a casual nod of satisfaction.
While Jaimee did her best to suck his cock, Sipho and I carried on our conversation, him asking me about some of my latest projects, and showing just enough interest to make me wonder if he actually found what I was talking about interesting. My wife did the best she could, but Sipho’s cock is just too big, and her ministrations are more like a slobbering handjob.
“That’s enough teasing,” Sipho said, placing his hand on my wife’s side and lifting her up. He positioned her so that she sat on his lap, her back against his chest, his cock jutting out between her legs. With one arm he gripped her around her torso, and with his free hand, he guided his cock to her entrance.
For a long minute, he swiped the head of his cock between her slit, gathering her wetness. Jaimee’s breath grew shallow and rapid. She held onto his arm like it was a floatation device as he probed at her pussy. Little by little, Sipho pressed the head of his cock into her sex. The interesting thing about the shape of Sipho’s cock is that since it doesn’t have a fat head on the end, the first couple of inches slides into a pussy’s opening with relative ease.
This is what happened with Jaimee. Sipho had a couple of inches of his cock in her, and she was blissfully enjoying it’s deceptive ease. But as Sipho’s thickness increased, and my wife’s grip suddenly tightened on the man’s forearm, there was no escaping the large cock that was slowly spreading her lower lips.
“Ah fuck,” Jaimee swore as the thickest part of Sipho’s cock was penetrating her. “I thought I was more ready for this.”
"We'll take it slow, hey, baby girl," Sipho said with a soft, gentle tone. "Your body will remember this in no time, for sure."
Slowly at first, Sipho raised and lowered Jaimee’s body, using her as a living fuck toy, prying his way deeper inside with each stroke. Jaimee’s eyes were clamped shut, her breathing growing heavier and faster, small gasps of surprise escaping her lips.
Sipho glanced my way. "I'm chuffed you both chose to go ahead with me, but just so you know, your sex lives, they won't ever be the same, hey."
“I feel like we already crossed that bridge,” I said, feeling like my ego had been challenged. Who was he to say this? Jaimee and I have been playing our game for years. My boys came about precisely because we were playing our game.
"Check in with me in a few months," Sipho said, easing himself deeper into my wife's pussy. "Or even years down the line. Not many can just walk away once they've had a taste, you know."
“Aaahh,” Jaimee grunted as Sipho was nearly completely inside of her now, only about two inches remained, but it looked like Sipho had bottomed out. Her pussy lips were stretched to the extreme, Sipho’s fat black cock wedged deeply inside her.
"You need a proper thick one, don't you, babe girl. More than what Ky can offer you," Sipho remarked. When Jaimee didn’t answer right away, Sipho pressed his hips up and squeezed her around the waist. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” my wife whispered, her head tilted back, her grip somehow even tighter on Sipho’s arm.
"I want you to look at your husband and tell him," Sipho said, giving a firm thrust. "We've chatted about this. It's time you start treating Ky like the cuck he's wanting to be. It's not right, you keeping one foot in and one foot out."
Jaimee opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at me. Sipho was now fucking her in long slow strokes. Her juices were beginning to drip down his balls.
“I need this, Ky,” my wife said quickly, as if it was a single word.
"Now's the moment," Sipho nudged when Jaimee didn't say more. "This is when you need to lay it out for Ky, what you really want. Don't skimp on the details. I'm telling you, it'll only make things better for him. You've got to trust me on this one."
Jaimee took in several deep breaths through her nose. It was apparent that she’d surpassed the pain phase and was settling in nicely to the pleasurable part of the evening.
“Ky,” my wife began. “We’ve played these game for years.” Jaimee had to pause and to take a few quick breaths. “But each time we stop when you want to stop—but this time will be different. I don’t want to stop.”
Jaimee bit her bottom lip, indecision filling her features.
“Keep going, baby girl,” Sipho said.
My wife gave a nod, her eyes locking onto mine once more. "I reckon I can't stop, yeah," she admitted, her voice thick with truth. "I don't think I can go back to how it was—this is who we are now, Ky."
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Like many vices in this world, the problem with cuckolding, or being cucked, is that what seems extreme one day can quickly become your new normal the next. For example, in the past, the idea of my wife specifically looking for black cock didn’t seem all that appealing; nor did cream pies, chastity, and a dozen other things. But over time, I found I liked a light amount of humiliation, I liked to play with chastity in short durations, and I didn’t mind cream pies under the right circumstances. I’m still not down for giving a guy a BJ. That’s still too far for me.
With that in mind, Jaimee called Sipho and the three of us went out for dinner to talk about the details. Sipho’s rules for playing his version of the game were fairly simple. His goal was to give us all a fun experience, as well as satisfy his curiosity on just how far he could heighten Jaimee’s sexual appetites – he wanted to know just how big of a slut my wife could become. And of course he wanted to chance to bed her as frequently as she would let him. For her part, Jaimee had to commit to doing what Sipho wanted as much as she could. Family would come first, but to the extent it was possible, she was to follow Sipho’s lead.
The game started that night when Sipho asked my wife to join him on his side of the table. He then spent most of dinner with his hand on her thigh. But the start of the game didn’t go anything like what I was anticipating. To start, for the first month after we agreed on the rules, he spent a lot of time toying with her emotions. At time’s he’d be very attentive, and other times very standoffish. He’d be around frequently at times, and then gone for several days with no word, but he’d still somehow occupy space in her head – it was like he had a constant presence. Then at times he’d give her little attention, focusing more of his time with me. He’d find ways to make her hot and ready for action, and then he’d come off as distant.
While this was, as-my-wife-would-say, ‘driving her spare’, it was having an effect. Her emotions were all over the place. Also during this time, we were asked to read a lot of erotic stories together. My wife isn’t fond of actual porn – it’s not something she enjoys watching, but give her a good book, and she’ll enjoy every word of it. The challenge was finding well-written stories. Jaimee’s a bit of an English lit snob, and a lot of the real hard erotic porn isn’t exactly wining writing awards. Be that as it may, we did find a rhythm that worked for us. We spent a lot of hours getting off by reading stories together. That in itself was a lot of fun.
For the first month and change, the game was growing at a slow-burn rate, and we were enjoying the ride. We had no idea what was instore for us. After a few weeks, I started to notice some stark changes. For one, Jaimee was reading a lot more than she had previously – rereading some of her favorite stories, and almost always with her fingers slipped down the front of her panties. She was reading a lot of different types of stories, but to Sipho’s request, she did try to find and read more that were about women being seduced and dominated by black men.
Seeing my wife masturbating more often like that was wild. As time went on, I’d even catch her reading and pleasuring herself in the middle of the night. She was definitely revving her engine more and more. We were about a month-and-a-half into things when Sipho planned what I guess I’d call Phase 2. He began to come around more often, usually in the late evening after the kids were in bed. The first few nights we watched movies together, Jaimee snuggled into his side, me in the recliner nearby. Sipho would caress her arm, her neck, her breasts, but didn’t let things progress to far too fast.
This went on for a little over a week before he finally asked Jaimee to pull his cock out and suck it. Sipho has a South African accent, and a very deep basso sounding voice. The way he speaks has an almost hypnotic rhythm that makes you focus on what he’s saying. I wish I had that at work. I think it would come in handy.
Then, finally, after a long slow start, we had Sipho over to the house. Jaimee and I were celebrating our wedding anniversary, so we’d dropped the kids off with the grandparents, so we’d have the weekend to ourselves. Over the course of the evening, Sipho had warmed up Jaimee to the point where she was growing more and more desperate for relief. They’ve had sex in the past—a couple of times—but it had been a while, and with only my average size penis to satisfy her, she was looking for some adventure.
The three of us were sitting on the sofa when Sipho had my wife sit next to him, pulling her down so that her head rested on his thigh. We were having drinks and listening to music, and Sipho’s hand started to roam over Jaimee’s body. It was an erotic site just watching that. He run his hand under her blouse, caressing her breast. He ran the back of his hand along the side of her neck, gently touching the skin behind her ear.
Little by little, Sipho removed her clothes, eventually dropping the blouse, bra, skit, and panties to the floor. For her part, Jaimee began stroking Sipho’s cock through his trousers. It was easy to see why she was so taken with him. The guy’s packing a horse cock. I experienced one of those surreal moments where I realize I’m having a normal, everyday kind of conversation with someone, but this someone has my nude wife next to him. So crazy.
Sipho gestured toward his zipper, and my wife quickly complied, fishing out his cock in an efficient motion. For several long minutes, she laid there admiring it, stroking it slowly with her petite hand. Looking at it from my vantage, I found it hard to believe that cock had been inside my wife before. I think I mentioned it before, but Sipho’s every bit as big as Wade, but unlike Wade’s veiny cock, Sipho’s is smooth and shaped a bit like a football, fattest in middle and tapering slightly at the ends.
Jaimee was entranced. I wasn’t even a thought in the back of her head. All her attention was on the black cock in her hand. She licked her lips several times, anticipating her prize. If she was feeling anxious about anything, she didn’t show it, she looked like she only had one thing on her mind. Opening her lips, she stuck out her tongue and slid it along the bottom of Sipho’s cock. He sighed in contentment, giving a casual nod of satisfaction.
While Jaimee did her best to suck his cock, Sipho and I carried on our conversation, him asking me about some of my latest projects, and showing just enough interest to make me wonder if he actually found what I was talking about interesting. My wife did the best she could, but Sipho’s cock is just too big, and her ministrations are more like a slobbering handjob.
“That’s enough teasing,” Sipho said, placing his hand on my wife’s side and lifting her up. He positioned her so that she sat on his lap, her back against his chest, his cock jutting out between her legs. With one arm he gripped her around her torso, and with his free hand, he guided his cock to her entrance.
For a long minute, he swiped the head of his cock between her slit, gathering her wetness. Jaimee’s breath grew shallow and rapid. She held onto his arm like it was a floatation device as he probed at her pussy. Little by little, Sipho pressed the head of his cock into her sex. The interesting thing about the shape of Sipho’s cock is that since it doesn’t have a fat head on the end, the first couple of inches slides into a pussy’s opening with relative ease.
This is what happened with Jaimee. Sipho had a couple of inches of his cock in her, and she was blissfully enjoying it’s deceptive ease. But as Sipho’s thickness increased, and my wife’s grip suddenly tightened on the man’s forearm, there was no escaping the large cock that was slowly spreading her lower lips.
“Ah fuck,” Jaimee swore as the thickest part of Sipho’s cock was penetrating her. “I thought I was more ready for this.”
"We'll take it slow, hey, baby girl," Sipho said with a soft, gentle tone. "Your body will remember this in no time, for sure."
Slowly at first, Sipho raised and lowered Jaimee’s body, using her as a living fuck toy, prying his way deeper inside with each stroke. Jaimee’s eyes were clamped shut, her breathing growing heavier and faster, small gasps of surprise escaping her lips.
Sipho glanced my way. "I'm chuffed you both chose to go ahead with me, but just so you know, your sex lives, they won't ever be the same, hey."
“I feel like we already crossed that bridge,” I said, feeling like my ego had been challenged. Who was he to say this? Jaimee and I have been playing our game for years. My boys came about precisely because we were playing our game.
"Check in with me in a few months," Sipho said, easing himself deeper into my wife's pussy. "Or even years down the line. Not many can just walk away once they've had a taste, you know."
“Aaahh,” Jaimee grunted as Sipho was nearly completely inside of her now, only about two inches remained, but it looked like Sipho had bottomed out. Her pussy lips were stretched to the extreme, Sipho’s fat black cock wedged deeply inside her.
"You need a proper thick one, don't you, babe girl. More than what Ky can offer you," Sipho remarked. When Jaimee didn’t answer right away, Sipho pressed his hips up and squeezed her around the waist. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” my wife whispered, her head tilted back, her grip somehow even tighter on Sipho’s arm.
"I want you to look at your husband and tell him," Sipho said, giving a firm thrust. "We've chatted about this. It's time you start treating Ky like the cuck he's wanting to be. It's not right, you keeping one foot in and one foot out."
Jaimee opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at me. Sipho was now fucking her in long slow strokes. Her juices were beginning to drip down his balls.
“I need this, Ky,” my wife said quickly, as if it was a single word.
"Now's the moment," Sipho nudged when Jaimee didn't say more. "This is when you need to lay it out for Ky, what you really want. Don't skimp on the details. I'm telling you, it'll only make things better for him. You've got to trust me on this one."
Jaimee took in several deep breaths through her nose. It was apparent that she’d surpassed the pain phase and was settling in nicely to the pleasurable part of the evening.
“Ky,” my wife began. “We’ve played these game for years.” Jaimee had to pause and to take a few quick breaths. “But each time we stop when you want to stop—but this time will be different. I don’t want to stop.”
Jaimee bit her bottom lip, indecision filling her features.
“Keep going, baby girl,” Sipho said.
My wife gave a nod, her eyes locking onto mine once more. "I reckon I can't stop, yeah," she admitted, her voice thick with truth. "I don't think I can go back to how it was—this is who we are now, Ky."
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Oh my, what an incredibly erotic and vivid update. Unbelievably exciting and I can see the whole scene in my mind.
You have an art for creating an incredibly hot mental image with your words, Ky. Thanks for taking the time to post those words.
You have an art for creating an incredibly hot mental image with your words, Ky. Thanks for taking the time to post those words.
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Wow. Sipho, the artist at work, creating his latest masterpiece on the canvas of Ky and Jaime.
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Wow - what an erotic picture you paint Ky. Thanks for sharing this update
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Ky
You know this is true. She needs this. You need it. (You’ve actually only drawn back when it was heading in the wrong direction, of marriage break-up.)
Thanks for a superb update. That image of Jaimee impaled on a massive black cock stays fixed in my mind. She is where she should be, needs to be.
Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
WOW,
Thanks Ky,
How long ago did this happen?
Is it still just a game now, or is Jamie fully committed to keeping Her new Dream-lover?
Sincere regards
elina
Thanks Ky,
How long ago did this happen?
Is it still just a game now, or is Jamie fully committed to keeping Her new Dream-lover?
Sincere regards
elina
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Oh My!
Can't wait to hear more Ky. Finding a man like Sipho who completely understands you and Jaimee is definitely a rare find.
Having been my wife's cuck for many years I'm jealous, we've never had the good fortune to meet someone like him.
Once more you've had me reading and my cage getting rather tight.
Cheers.
Can't wait to hear more Ky. Finding a man like Sipho who completely understands you and Jaimee is definitely a rare find.
Having been my wife's cuck for many years I'm jealous, we've never had the good fortune to meet someone like him.
Once more you've had me reading and my cage getting rather tight.
Cheers.
Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Sipho , he has no shortage of women.
After not seeing you for months, I thought you were dead. I thought he ended your relationship in a way we will never know.
He will always put his own feelings first, and he will definitely push your wife to the limit.
I don't believe you know where you've ended up. You're exploring uncharted territory.
by the way, what are some good true cuckold storybook recommendations in amazon?
After not seeing you for months, I thought you were dead. I thought he ended your relationship in a way we will never know.
He will always put his own feelings first, and he will definitely push your wife to the limit.
I don't believe you know where you've ended up. You're exploring uncharted territory.
by the way, what are some good true cuckold storybook recommendations in amazon?
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I have been lurking, reading about your adventure without comments. Your writing is excellent and your story is so interesting to follow.
You really should write this and sell on amazon kindle or similar. This is so much better than what i can find in the bookstore.
You really should write this and sell on amazon kindle or similar. This is so much better than what i can find in the bookstore.
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Ky, I was one who expressed concern that Sipho could damage your marriage or family and I have to confess that I’ve been concerned since March. Thanks for getting back to us. I know many are anxiously waiting to hear how it is going.
I think I saw evidence of change in your first recent post. It seems Jaimee may not have been asking if you “wanted to play” that first night on the boat. Had she not already dressed for dinner expecting more than a time with your family? It was my impression that decisions like that were made together. Is she now deciding for you both?
Thanks again for rejoining. Your posts are the most intense and resonant here. Best for you and your family, David
I think I saw evidence of change in your first recent post. It seems Jaimee may not have been asking if you “wanted to play” that first night on the boat. Had she not already dressed for dinner expecting more than a time with your family? It was my impression that decisions like that were made together. Is she now deciding for you both?
Thanks again for rejoining. Your posts are the most intense and resonant here. Best for you and your family, David
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
He's back with a bang!
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Enjoying your Sipho saga.
He encouraged you and Jaimee to read erotic stories together, but it was a challenge to find well-written material that would excite Jaimee? You are such an expert writer of erotica in your own right, might any of your own work have done the trick? Have you ever written erotica specifically for Jaimee? Does she enjoy reading her own story as you present it here on OHW?
He encouraged you and Jaimee to read erotic stories together, but it was a challenge to find well-written material that would excite Jaimee? You are such an expert writer of erotica in your own right, might any of your own work have done the trick? Have you ever written erotica specifically for Jaimee? Does she enjoy reading her own story as you present it here on OHW?
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Thank you Ky for sharing your adventure with us.
As above your writing continues to amaze, and so much better than fiction books.
Can you tell us any of the books that you both enjoyed with your research/indoctrination?
Can’t wait to read the progression, hope work is quiet for a while so you have time to write.
As above your writing continues to amaze, and so much better than fiction books.
Can you tell us any of the books that you both enjoyed with your research/indoctrination?
Can’t wait to read the progression, hope work is quiet for a while so you have time to write.
Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
I hope to have a minute soon to answer some question and reply to comments. I do love to get some comments back. But I've been focused only on writing and trying to catch you up on recent experiences. Honestly, I avoided posting for a while for a couple of reasons. One, there was too much chaos and emotional ups and downs to process. It took everything I had just to stay on the ride. And two, I didn't think I could articulate what I was feeling at the time. I appreciated the warnings and even some of the negative comments. But I got to a point where I needed to put all my time into what was happening day to day. I don't know if that makes much sense. I hope it will as I write more and catch you up on things. What I'm writing now took place back in late March and through May-ish. The game is still basically going on, but things feel more manageable lately. Without further delay, here's the next part:
My heart pounded furiously as I watched my wife with Sipho. It had been ages since I experienced such intense emotions. Yes, Jaimee had been involved with Matt for over a year, but their relationship had become increasingly complex. Deep feelings were at play, complicated by external pressures from Matt's family, who were pushing for a deeper commitment, unaware that Jaimee was already married. The secrecy added layers of tension, but we couldn’t figure out a way through it without hurting people in the end – it was an emotional rollercoaster, but more on that another day.
With Sipho, it was all about raw, unfiltered desire. Jaimee straddled him, her breath growing ragged, her skin sheening with a fine layer of sweat. She was pushing her limits, teetering on the exquisite brink where agony melds into ecstasy. I found myself fixated on the sight of my wife's most intimate part. Familiar as it was to me, the vision of it stretched around Sipho's girth sent a surge of heat through my veins. I had brought her to climax before, though seldom with such intensity. But never had I seen her clutch at someone with the desperation she now displayed, her fingers digging into Sipho's arm, her knuckles white, every muscle taut, her breasts undulating with each thrust, the sinews in her neck starkly defined against her flushed skin.
Sipho slowed his pace, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Ky,” he said, his voice a low, seductive drawl, “I need you to be straight with us, hey. Tell me, what really gets you going more: feeling your wife around you, or watching her go wild with me?”
My throat was parched, each swallow a struggle against the dryness. This wasn't just different; it was an immersion into a reality so vivid, it blurred the lines between fantasy and truth. My wife's head lolled to one side, her expression one of utter surrender to pleasure. It wasn't merely the sight of another man's substantial girth inside her that inflamed me; it was the serene ecstasy etched across her features. I couldn't deliver that depth of satisfaction, not in the way Sipho and a select few before him had. No, that look of sublime fulfillment was reserved for those who could stretch her limits, flood her senses, and coax from her the most intense orgasms.
“Watching,” I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse.
“Your wife, she’s something special,” Sipho remarked, his hand sliding around my wife’s waist, fingers finding her mound with practiced ease. With her nearly fully impaled on him, he started to stroke her clit with a gentle touch. “She’s made for this, you know. Her body, it’s like it was crafted to give men pleasure. You’ve had your time with her, but she’s changing, becoming something more. Pleasing other blokes is going to mean more to her than anything with her husband, and I reckon that’s just what you’re after, isn’t it?”
“…Maybe,” I finally admitted after a long, heavy pause.
“No maybe about it,” Sipho shot back, his voice firm yet not unkind. “But don’t get it twisted, hey. I’m not here to steal your wife or dim her love for you. My aim is to open your eyes to a bigger picture, a whole new playground you’ve only dipped your toes into.”
I let out a scoff. “Sipho, my boys are walking proof of my wife’s adventures with other men. I’d say we’ve been deep in that playground for some time now.”
Sipho just grinned at me, that knowing smile as if he knew something I didn’t. Then, my wife's body convulsed, her back arching as she let out a piercing cry, her eyes wide with shock and ecstasy, her mouth gaping in a garbled scream. Her climax was so intense, her fluids cascaded down Sipho’s hefty balls in glistening streams. After what felt like an eternity, she gasped for air, her moan a testament to the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh god, it’s so good, so good,” she murmured, her legs trembling as Sipho held her, supporting her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Sipho let her rest, her body still impaled on him, and with a gentle touch, he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from Jaimee's face. “What do you think, babe?” he whispered, his voice carrying just loud enough for me to catch every word. “Do you want your husband to have a go? Or should he keep watching?”
“Keep watching,” she gasped out, her voice a mix of exhaustion and thrill.
Sipho's smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “And what about tomorrow, hey?” he continued, pushing further. “Do you want him inside you, or should he be out there, scouting for more guys for you to satisfy?”
Jaimee's response came out in a whisper, her voice thick with the remnants of her climax. “Let him find others,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed, lost in the haze of pleasure.
Sipho chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “You hear that, Ky? Your wife doesn’t want your dick, but she trusts you to deliver.” He shifted slightly, adjusting Jaimee on him, making her moan softly again. “This isn’t just about playing your game. It’s not a game at all really. It’s just a different way of life. I’m going to train and condition your wife as if she was an Olympic athlete, and you’re going to help me choose her training partners.”
I exhaled a long, shaky breath, my gaze fixed on the floor. "Fuck, this is intense," I muttered to myself, my arousal palpable, throbbing with an intensity I hadn't felt in years. My eyes flicked back to Sipho, a man whose age belied his vigor; he exuded the raw sexual energy of someone half his years.
"This is just the start, Ky," Sipho declared, his voice cutting through my thoughts. With a sudden, fierce motion, he plunged into my wife, his thrusts quick and deep, eliciting sharp cries from Jaimee. Overwhelmed, she instinctively reached down, trying to temper the overwhelming sensation, but Sipho was quicker. He withdrew, guiding her with a firm hand to kneel between his legs. His fingers wove through her hair, positioning her mouth just at the tip of his glistening cock. Jaimee, ever compliant, took him into her mouth, her hands working in tandem, stroking his length with practiced ease.
The sight was stark, almost primal—the contrast of her fair skin against his deep, rich hue was striking. I'd never sought out interracial porn, never felt the pull towards it, but now, witnessing it live, I began to understand. There was something undeniably erotic in the way their skin contrasted, the way her lips stretched around him, the site igniting something primal within me. I was beginning to see, to feel, the deep-seated appeal.
Sipho's eyes fluttered shut, his body tensing as his cock pulsed rhythmically. With a deep, guttural grunt, he climaxed, the first spurt catching Jaimee at the back of her throat, prompting her to recoil slightly. The subsequent jets painted her chin and then her neck in thick, white streams. If I claimed Sipho's release was ten times more voluminous than mine, I'd be selling it short. The sheer quantity was staggering, but then again, with testicles damn near the size of ripe peaches, it was no surprise he could produce such an abundance of cum.
"Oh my," Jaimee gasped, her voice a mix of awe and exhaustion as she sat back on her heels. She tilted slightly to the side, carefully positioning Sipho's now softening cock so that the last few drops of his sperm trickled down onto her breasts, marking her with his final release.
The air was thick with the scent of Jaimee's perfume, now interwoven with the musky aroma of sex and sweat. If there was a scent for pure lust, this was it.
"Have you thought about what I asked for?" Sipho asked after giving Jaimee a moment to recover, his focus entirely on her.
Jaimee glanced my way, her expression composed, then gave a nod. This topic had sparked numerous debates between us, as we navigated the delicate balance of our desires while safeguarding our family and marriage. “Ky only needs to be at the office on Mondays and Thursdays, which means he can look after the children on Tuesday and Wednesday. So, I could dedicate four hours at your office on those days.” Her voice carried the crisp, refined tones of her boarding school accent, making even the most intimate arrangements sound somewhat formal.
To provide some context, Sipho had made it clear from the outset, as we were laying out the terms of our arrangement, that he desired more than just the sexual escapades he was offering—as if regular intimacy wasn't incentive enough. He maintained a small office space about thirty minutes away and had requested Jaimee's assistance with internal document control. Essentially, it was a lot of administrative busywork to help him organize his business affairs.
“Excellent,” Sipho said with a smile. “And the rest?”
Jaimee swallowed hard, her voice steady despite the weight of the conversation. "We're at your disposal as you direct, but we can only allocate so much time to..." She paused, choosing her words with care, "...these encounters each week. We must consider our family obligations."
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sipho said, his tone reassuring. “I want this to be enriching for everyone involved. But remember my caution, Ky.” He waited, ensuring he had my complete focus. “There might come a time when your wife prefers not to have your dick inside her. It’s one of those clichés in cuckold porn, but there’s genuine truth to it. Her body might start craving, shall we say, a more substantial girth.”
I realized that a lot of what Sipho was saying was for my benefit. He knew from talking to Jaimee that these comments really got to me. Having been in this position with other men, he was naturally good at pushing my buttons. Even though I could see through some of his drama, it still turned me on in a way that was hard to ignore. A rush of excitement swept over me.
Sipho reached down, lifting Jaimee from the floor with ease, guiding her onto his lap until she was straddling his thighs, her back now to me, her long, dark hair flowing like a dark waterfall. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, drawing her into a kiss. It began tenderly, a mere brush of lips, but swiftly escalated into a fervent embrace. Their bodies melded together, the kiss deepening into something raw and consuming. Watching that kiss was as torturous as it was thrilling; Jaimee's need was palpable, her desperation for Sipho's touch was equally as palpable.
For a fleeting moment, Jaimee broke away, turning her head to lock eyes with me. With a deliberate motion, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around Sipho's hardening length, pressing it teasingly against her buttocks. “I hope you’re ready for this,” she declared, her voice thick with desire and challenge. “For making me take another man on our wedding anniversary, I’m going to show you exactly what you’re missing out on.”
My heart pounded furiously as I watched my wife with Sipho. It had been ages since I experienced such intense emotions. Yes, Jaimee had been involved with Matt for over a year, but their relationship had become increasingly complex. Deep feelings were at play, complicated by external pressures from Matt's family, who were pushing for a deeper commitment, unaware that Jaimee was already married. The secrecy added layers of tension, but we couldn’t figure out a way through it without hurting people in the end – it was an emotional rollercoaster, but more on that another day.
With Sipho, it was all about raw, unfiltered desire. Jaimee straddled him, her breath growing ragged, her skin sheening with a fine layer of sweat. She was pushing her limits, teetering on the exquisite brink where agony melds into ecstasy. I found myself fixated on the sight of my wife's most intimate part. Familiar as it was to me, the vision of it stretched around Sipho's girth sent a surge of heat through my veins. I had brought her to climax before, though seldom with such intensity. But never had I seen her clutch at someone with the desperation she now displayed, her fingers digging into Sipho's arm, her knuckles white, every muscle taut, her breasts undulating with each thrust, the sinews in her neck starkly defined against her flushed skin.
Sipho slowed his pace, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Ky,” he said, his voice a low, seductive drawl, “I need you to be straight with us, hey. Tell me, what really gets you going more: feeling your wife around you, or watching her go wild with me?”
My throat was parched, each swallow a struggle against the dryness. This wasn't just different; it was an immersion into a reality so vivid, it blurred the lines between fantasy and truth. My wife's head lolled to one side, her expression one of utter surrender to pleasure. It wasn't merely the sight of another man's substantial girth inside her that inflamed me; it was the serene ecstasy etched across her features. I couldn't deliver that depth of satisfaction, not in the way Sipho and a select few before him had. No, that look of sublime fulfillment was reserved for those who could stretch her limits, flood her senses, and coax from her the most intense orgasms.
“Watching,” I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse.
“Your wife, she’s something special,” Sipho remarked, his hand sliding around my wife’s waist, fingers finding her mound with practiced ease. With her nearly fully impaled on him, he started to stroke her clit with a gentle touch. “She’s made for this, you know. Her body, it’s like it was crafted to give men pleasure. You’ve had your time with her, but she’s changing, becoming something more. Pleasing other blokes is going to mean more to her than anything with her husband, and I reckon that’s just what you’re after, isn’t it?”
“…Maybe,” I finally admitted after a long, heavy pause.
“No maybe about it,” Sipho shot back, his voice firm yet not unkind. “But don’t get it twisted, hey. I’m not here to steal your wife or dim her love for you. My aim is to open your eyes to a bigger picture, a whole new playground you’ve only dipped your toes into.”
I let out a scoff. “Sipho, my boys are walking proof of my wife’s adventures with other men. I’d say we’ve been deep in that playground for some time now.”
Sipho just grinned at me, that knowing smile as if he knew something I didn’t. Then, my wife's body convulsed, her back arching as she let out a piercing cry, her eyes wide with shock and ecstasy, her mouth gaping in a garbled scream. Her climax was so intense, her fluids cascaded down Sipho’s hefty balls in glistening streams. After what felt like an eternity, she gasped for air, her moan a testament to the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh god, it’s so good, so good,” she murmured, her legs trembling as Sipho held her, supporting her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Sipho let her rest, her body still impaled on him, and with a gentle touch, he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from Jaimee's face. “What do you think, babe?” he whispered, his voice carrying just loud enough for me to catch every word. “Do you want your husband to have a go? Or should he keep watching?”
“Keep watching,” she gasped out, her voice a mix of exhaustion and thrill.
Sipho's smile widened, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “And what about tomorrow, hey?” he continued, pushing further. “Do you want him inside you, or should he be out there, scouting for more guys for you to satisfy?”
Jaimee's response came out in a whisper, her voice thick with the remnants of her climax. “Let him find others,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed, lost in the haze of pleasure.
Sipho chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “You hear that, Ky? Your wife doesn’t want your dick, but she trusts you to deliver.” He shifted slightly, adjusting Jaimee on him, making her moan softly again. “This isn’t just about playing your game. It’s not a game at all really. It’s just a different way of life. I’m going to train and condition your wife as if she was an Olympic athlete, and you’re going to help me choose her training partners.”
I exhaled a long, shaky breath, my gaze fixed on the floor. "Fuck, this is intense," I muttered to myself, my arousal palpable, throbbing with an intensity I hadn't felt in years. My eyes flicked back to Sipho, a man whose age belied his vigor; he exuded the raw sexual energy of someone half his years.
"This is just the start, Ky," Sipho declared, his voice cutting through my thoughts. With a sudden, fierce motion, he plunged into my wife, his thrusts quick and deep, eliciting sharp cries from Jaimee. Overwhelmed, she instinctively reached down, trying to temper the overwhelming sensation, but Sipho was quicker. He withdrew, guiding her with a firm hand to kneel between his legs. His fingers wove through her hair, positioning her mouth just at the tip of his glistening cock. Jaimee, ever compliant, took him into her mouth, her hands working in tandem, stroking his length with practiced ease.
The sight was stark, almost primal—the contrast of her fair skin against his deep, rich hue was striking. I'd never sought out interracial porn, never felt the pull towards it, but now, witnessing it live, I began to understand. There was something undeniably erotic in the way their skin contrasted, the way her lips stretched around him, the site igniting something primal within me. I was beginning to see, to feel, the deep-seated appeal.
Sipho's eyes fluttered shut, his body tensing as his cock pulsed rhythmically. With a deep, guttural grunt, he climaxed, the first spurt catching Jaimee at the back of her throat, prompting her to recoil slightly. The subsequent jets painted her chin and then her neck in thick, white streams. If I claimed Sipho's release was ten times more voluminous than mine, I'd be selling it short. The sheer quantity was staggering, but then again, with testicles damn near the size of ripe peaches, it was no surprise he could produce such an abundance of cum.
"Oh my," Jaimee gasped, her voice a mix of awe and exhaustion as she sat back on her heels. She tilted slightly to the side, carefully positioning Sipho's now softening cock so that the last few drops of his sperm trickled down onto her breasts, marking her with his final release.
The air was thick with the scent of Jaimee's perfume, now interwoven with the musky aroma of sex and sweat. If there was a scent for pure lust, this was it.
"Have you thought about what I asked for?" Sipho asked after giving Jaimee a moment to recover, his focus entirely on her.
Jaimee glanced my way, her expression composed, then gave a nod. This topic had sparked numerous debates between us, as we navigated the delicate balance of our desires while safeguarding our family and marriage. “Ky only needs to be at the office on Mondays and Thursdays, which means he can look after the children on Tuesday and Wednesday. So, I could dedicate four hours at your office on those days.” Her voice carried the crisp, refined tones of her boarding school accent, making even the most intimate arrangements sound somewhat formal.
To provide some context, Sipho had made it clear from the outset, as we were laying out the terms of our arrangement, that he desired more than just the sexual escapades he was offering—as if regular intimacy wasn't incentive enough. He maintained a small office space about thirty minutes away and had requested Jaimee's assistance with internal document control. Essentially, it was a lot of administrative busywork to help him organize his business affairs.
“Excellent,” Sipho said with a smile. “And the rest?”
Jaimee swallowed hard, her voice steady despite the weight of the conversation. "We're at your disposal as you direct, but we can only allocate so much time to..." She paused, choosing her words with care, "...these encounters each week. We must consider our family obligations."
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sipho said, his tone reassuring. “I want this to be enriching for everyone involved. But remember my caution, Ky.” He waited, ensuring he had my complete focus. “There might come a time when your wife prefers not to have your dick inside her. It’s one of those clichés in cuckold porn, but there’s genuine truth to it. Her body might start craving, shall we say, a more substantial girth.”
I realized that a lot of what Sipho was saying was for my benefit. He knew from talking to Jaimee that these comments really got to me. Having been in this position with other men, he was naturally good at pushing my buttons. Even though I could see through some of his drama, it still turned me on in a way that was hard to ignore. A rush of excitement swept over me.
Sipho reached down, lifting Jaimee from the floor with ease, guiding her onto his lap until she was straddling his thighs, her back now to me, her long, dark hair flowing like a dark waterfall. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, drawing her into a kiss. It began tenderly, a mere brush of lips, but swiftly escalated into a fervent embrace. Their bodies melded together, the kiss deepening into something raw and consuming. Watching that kiss was as torturous as it was thrilling; Jaimee's need was palpable, her desperation for Sipho's touch was equally as palpable.
For a fleeting moment, Jaimee broke away, turning her head to lock eyes with me. With a deliberate motion, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around Sipho's hardening length, pressing it teasingly against her buttocks. “I hope you’re ready for this,” she declared, her voice thick with desire and challenge. “For making me take another man on our wedding anniversary, I’m going to show you exactly what you’re missing out on.”
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Oneillfranko
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
What a roller coaster! Love your writing 
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I would feel safe in saying most of us were waiting patiently and thinking about the roller coaster you must have been going through. Getting to this level takes on a life of its own and needs dedication from all parties. Myself hope the best for you, your family and your continued happiness with Jaime and what is sure to be an exciting time.Ky_Da wrote: ↑Thu Sep 05, 2024 1:18 pmI hope to have a minute soon to answer some question and reply to comments. I do love to get some comments back. But I've been focused only on writing and trying to catch you up on recent experiences. Honestly, I avoided posting for a while for a couple of reasons. One, there was too much chaos and emotional ups and downs to process. It took everything I had just to stay on the ride. And two, I didn't think I could articulate what I was feeling at the time. I appreciated the warnings and even some of the negative comments. But I got to a point where I needed to put all my time into what was happening day to day. I don't know if that makes much sense. I hope it will as I write more and catch you up on things. What I'm writing now took place back in late March and through May-ish. The game is still basically going on, but things feel more manageable lately. Without further delay, here's the next part:
Waiting patiently for your updates.
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Oh this is getting interesting... again.
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Thank you for taking us along on this new roller coaster journey with Jaimee Sipho and you. You certainly have a with words that paint an erotic picture of Jaimee and Sipho.
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Thanks Ky,
The thing here is NOT that you are back,
The thing is that you are back posting things beyond what I think any of us had dared hope for,
Thanks for sharing.
Sincerely
elina
The thing here is NOT that you are back,
The thing is that you are back posting things beyond what I think any of us had dared hope for,
Thanks for sharing.
Sincerely
elina
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I have written before that I find your recollections highly erotic. It is among the most exhilarating things I have ever read and you lived through it. We now on this forum have a little comfort to have your recollection in portions, but in a relatively quick succession. You did not have this comfort.
Does she still go around braless? The mentioned scandalousness of her dress says to me that she does.
I really want to underline my uttermost respect for you to live it. I have some similar desires, but I am not sure if I could do it to the extent you are doing this. But the thing that is great is your relationship with your wife. You two seem to always have a dedication for one another to make it work. It is extreme many times, but it doesn't mean you are not there for each other. She may induce anxiety in you from what she does, but it there are some constants in this.
I also think that Jaimee is special, but not as special as your relationship makes her. It is meant to be a compliment to you as a couple. I don't think she could do it, or even enjoy it as much as she is enjoying it without you. If she would be single I don't think she would go to those extremes. She is enjoying the physical - it is clear - but without you she wouldn't allow herself to the abandon of desire.
Take care!
Does she still go around braless? The mentioned scandalousness of her dress says to me that she does.
I really want to underline my uttermost respect for you to live it. I have some similar desires, but I am not sure if I could do it to the extent you are doing this. But the thing that is great is your relationship with your wife. You two seem to always have a dedication for one another to make it work. It is extreme many times, but it doesn't mean you are not there for each other. She may induce anxiety in you from what she does, but it there are some constants in this.
I also think that Jaimee is special, but not as special as your relationship makes her. It is meant to be a compliment to you as a couple. I don't think she could do it, or even enjoy it as much as she is enjoying it without you. If she would be single I don't think she would go to those extremes. She is enjoying the physical - it is clear - but without you she wouldn't allow herself to the abandon of desire.
Take care!
Nothing/never.
Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
You and Jaimee practice cuckolding at an extraordinarily advanced, intellectual and emotional level. You are both Grand Masters at the game of cuckolding. A "game" that's not just a game, it's as real as it could be, and yet, it seems so wonderfully playful between you two.
And only a writer with your exceptional talent could convey with both clarity and nuance the excitement and delight, and yes, the anxiety and sometimes the pain of it all. Please know that you have an appreciative audience for your art, as long as you are inclined to share it. Thanks so much for your effort.
And only a writer with your exceptional talent could convey with both clarity and nuance the excitement and delight, and yes, the anxiety and sometimes the pain of it all. Please know that you have an appreciative audience for your art, as long as you are inclined to share it. Thanks so much for your effort.
Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Thanks for the comments all. Here's the next chapter in our saga.
Jealousy surged through me like wildfire as I watched Sipho effortlessly maneuver my wife from one position to another, his cock never fully leaving her. I could never manage that; even a slight shift required me to withdraw, reposition, and then find my way back in. With Sipho, it seemed her body was molded to him, an airtight seal until he chose otherwise.
There's an undeniable thrill in watching another man take my wife, seeing the sheer ecstasy in her eyes, a rush that words can't capture. I revel in the fact that by allowing this, I transform this intelligent, educated, sophisticated, and formidable woman into a quivering mass of pleasure. I've come to understand that we all have our domains of expertise, and while I consider myself a decent lover, I'm leagues away from Sipho's caliber. He possesses the equipment, the experience, and the finesse to elevate Jaimee to heights of pleasure I could only aspire to reach.
It's akin to hiring a specialist. I might manage basic car maintenance, but for anything complex, I need someone with the right skills, tools, and knowledge. That, in essence, is Sipho. Yes, life encompasses more than sex, but witnessing Jaimee in the throes of such profound pleasure with Sipho forces us both into the now, stripping away the clutter of daily concerns. Ultimately, it's an escape, a way to unwind and recharge, much like a skilled massage that leaves you revitalized. Oddly, this benefit extends to both Jaimee and me, enhancing our lives in ways we hadn't anticipated.
I shifted on the sofa, moving closer to where my wife's head rested. Sipho had positioned her on her stomach, taking her from behind. "Is he ruining your pussy for me?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and arousal, as Jaimee seemed entirely absorbed in her breathing and the sensations Sipho was eliciting. "Will you still want me inside you?"
Jaimee's eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. A knowing smirk played on her lips as her body rocked forward with each of Sipho's thrusts. "He just might be," she teased, biting her lower lip suggestively. "But isn't this what you want? To make me crave other men's cocks— black men's cocks?"
I shuddered at her candid admission. Again, the racial dynamic of the scene before me struck a chord deeper than I had anticipated. Was this some primal, perhaps ancient, instinct at play?
Jaimee reached out, seizing my hand with surprising strength. “It’s almost too much,” she groaned, her voice thick with arousal. “He’s stretching me so much.”
Somehow, my arousal intensified, a feat I thought impossible. Jaimee's words weren't scripted for my pleasure; they were raw, uttered in the heat of her passion.
Although we hadn't labeled Sipho as our 'bull', that's precisely what he had become. As I watched him take my wife, my mind wandered into the dark corners of fantasies I'd encountered in literature over the years. What if she conceived with a black man's child? How would we navigate that? Would we finally admit to our families that we were nothing more than sex-crazed deviants, abandoning the pretense we'd maintained for so long?
No, that scenario was too extreme, even for my wildest fantasies. A sharp slap snapped me back to reality, followed by a piercing shriek from Jaimee. Sipho had delivered a forceful smack to her right ass cheek. It wasn't a playful tap; the impact left an immediate, deep red imprint that spanned her entire cheek.
“Oh daddy!” Jaimee exclaimed, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. “That bloody hurt!”
Daddy? The word echoed in my mind. I'd never heard her use that term before.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Sipho's hand rise again, and I turned just in time to witness him slap her other cheek. Jaimee's body tensed, and she let out another cry, this time a string of expletives, “Ah fuck! That sodding stings!”
I hadn't noticed the subtle shift until my wife's swearing morphed into a deeper, more primal grunt. Her hand slipped from mine, reaching back to press against Sipho's lower abdomen. As I looked up, I realized Sipho had capitalized on the sting of the slap, driving himself an inch deeper into her. He wasn't fully sheathed yet, but the gap was closing. He was venturing into depths that only Wade had previously claimed, and his intent was clear: to erase any lingering memory of that man.
"Oh, daddy, you're so deep," my wife gasped, her breath now coming in ragged, desperate pants. "I need a moment."
Sipho relaxed slightly, his breath a slow exhale. "We're not in a rush," he murmured, savoring each sensation of being enveloped by her. "We have the entire weekend to claim this pussy as mine."
"Daddy?" The word escaped me, my pulse thundering in my ears. Each passing moment intensified the cocktail of emotions swirling within me, the thrill of being cuckolded mingling with a raw, visceral lust.
Jaimee's eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a mix of defiance and desire. Her lips, slightly parted, curved into a knowing smile. She had no idea of the power she wielded over me.
"I'm sorry, love," she whispered, her voice laced with a desire that made it clear she felt no remorse. "But you see how much I need this, don't you? How much I need him?" Her words weren’t a surprise, but they further cemented in the idea that this was the life my wife wanted.
Years back, I opened a door for Jaimee, encouraging her to explore beyond our usual boundaries. She did, multiple times, but each time I felt uneasy, I'd shut it. Now, though, things were different. Watching her with Sipho, I realized something had fundamentally changed.
This wasn't just about her stepping out anymore; it was about us both stepping into a new phase of our relationship. The door wasn't just open; it was off its hinges. I couldn't close it even if I wanted to.
Her body moved subtly against Sipho, a silent urging for more, even as she maintained eye contact with me. There was a wildness in her gaze, a freedom in her actions that suggested she was reveling in the forbidden, in the act of being desired and taken in such a raw, unfiltered way. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a flicker of something else—perhaps a question, a silent plea for my understanding.
As her eyes locked onto mine, they were ablaze with a fierce intensity. Her body moved with an uninhibited rhythm against Sipho, each motion a clear, silent demand for more. There was a freedom in her movements, a wild abandon that I hadn't seen with any other lover. This wasn't just pleasure; it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Jaimee wasn't merely experiencing pleasure; she was undergoing a transformation before my eyes.
In the past, such moments would trigger a desire in me to slow things down, perhaps even stop them altogether. This time, however, I found myself captivated by the change unfolding. I wasn't willing to jeopardize our marriage, but I was weary of resisting what seemed inevitable. Why not let it unfold? Why not witness what Jaimee might become if given the freedom to explore without constraints?
Of course, a part of me would remain vigilant. I was responsible to protect our family and her well-being. Yet, to the extent it was possible, I was compelled to see this through. I wanted to discover the depths of her desires, to understand the new facets of her identity that were emerging. This wasn't just about her pleasure; it was about our journey together, exploring the uncharted territories of our relationship with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
Jealousy surged through me like wildfire as I watched Sipho effortlessly maneuver my wife from one position to another, his cock never fully leaving her. I could never manage that; even a slight shift required me to withdraw, reposition, and then find my way back in. With Sipho, it seemed her body was molded to him, an airtight seal until he chose otherwise.
There's an undeniable thrill in watching another man take my wife, seeing the sheer ecstasy in her eyes, a rush that words can't capture. I revel in the fact that by allowing this, I transform this intelligent, educated, sophisticated, and formidable woman into a quivering mass of pleasure. I've come to understand that we all have our domains of expertise, and while I consider myself a decent lover, I'm leagues away from Sipho's caliber. He possesses the equipment, the experience, and the finesse to elevate Jaimee to heights of pleasure I could only aspire to reach.
It's akin to hiring a specialist. I might manage basic car maintenance, but for anything complex, I need someone with the right skills, tools, and knowledge. That, in essence, is Sipho. Yes, life encompasses more than sex, but witnessing Jaimee in the throes of such profound pleasure with Sipho forces us both into the now, stripping away the clutter of daily concerns. Ultimately, it's an escape, a way to unwind and recharge, much like a skilled massage that leaves you revitalized. Oddly, this benefit extends to both Jaimee and me, enhancing our lives in ways we hadn't anticipated.
I shifted on the sofa, moving closer to where my wife's head rested. Sipho had positioned her on her stomach, taking her from behind. "Is he ruining your pussy for me?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and arousal, as Jaimee seemed entirely absorbed in her breathing and the sensations Sipho was eliciting. "Will you still want me inside you?"
Jaimee's eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. A knowing smirk played on her lips as her body rocked forward with each of Sipho's thrusts. "He just might be," she teased, biting her lower lip suggestively. "But isn't this what you want? To make me crave other men's cocks— black men's cocks?"
I shuddered at her candid admission. Again, the racial dynamic of the scene before me struck a chord deeper than I had anticipated. Was this some primal, perhaps ancient, instinct at play?
Jaimee reached out, seizing my hand with surprising strength. “It’s almost too much,” she groaned, her voice thick with arousal. “He’s stretching me so much.”
Somehow, my arousal intensified, a feat I thought impossible. Jaimee's words weren't scripted for my pleasure; they were raw, uttered in the heat of her passion.
Although we hadn't labeled Sipho as our 'bull', that's precisely what he had become. As I watched him take my wife, my mind wandered into the dark corners of fantasies I'd encountered in literature over the years. What if she conceived with a black man's child? How would we navigate that? Would we finally admit to our families that we were nothing more than sex-crazed deviants, abandoning the pretense we'd maintained for so long?
No, that scenario was too extreme, even for my wildest fantasies. A sharp slap snapped me back to reality, followed by a piercing shriek from Jaimee. Sipho had delivered a forceful smack to her right ass cheek. It wasn't a playful tap; the impact left an immediate, deep red imprint that spanned her entire cheek.
“Oh daddy!” Jaimee exclaimed, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. “That bloody hurt!”
Daddy? The word echoed in my mind. I'd never heard her use that term before.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Sipho's hand rise again, and I turned just in time to witness him slap her other cheek. Jaimee's body tensed, and she let out another cry, this time a string of expletives, “Ah fuck! That sodding stings!”
I hadn't noticed the subtle shift until my wife's swearing morphed into a deeper, more primal grunt. Her hand slipped from mine, reaching back to press against Sipho's lower abdomen. As I looked up, I realized Sipho had capitalized on the sting of the slap, driving himself an inch deeper into her. He wasn't fully sheathed yet, but the gap was closing. He was venturing into depths that only Wade had previously claimed, and his intent was clear: to erase any lingering memory of that man.
"Oh, daddy, you're so deep," my wife gasped, her breath now coming in ragged, desperate pants. "I need a moment."
Sipho relaxed slightly, his breath a slow exhale. "We're not in a rush," he murmured, savoring each sensation of being enveloped by her. "We have the entire weekend to claim this pussy as mine."
"Daddy?" The word escaped me, my pulse thundering in my ears. Each passing moment intensified the cocktail of emotions swirling within me, the thrill of being cuckolded mingling with a raw, visceral lust.
Jaimee's eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with a mix of defiance and desire. Her lips, slightly parted, curved into a knowing smile. She had no idea of the power she wielded over me.
"I'm sorry, love," she whispered, her voice laced with a desire that made it clear she felt no remorse. "But you see how much I need this, don't you? How much I need him?" Her words weren’t a surprise, but they further cemented in the idea that this was the life my wife wanted.
Years back, I opened a door for Jaimee, encouraging her to explore beyond our usual boundaries. She did, multiple times, but each time I felt uneasy, I'd shut it. Now, though, things were different. Watching her with Sipho, I realized something had fundamentally changed.
This wasn't just about her stepping out anymore; it was about us both stepping into a new phase of our relationship. The door wasn't just open; it was off its hinges. I couldn't close it even if I wanted to.
Her body moved subtly against Sipho, a silent urging for more, even as she maintained eye contact with me. There was a wildness in her gaze, a freedom in her actions that suggested she was reveling in the forbidden, in the act of being desired and taken in such a raw, unfiltered way. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a flicker of something else—perhaps a question, a silent plea for my understanding.
As her eyes locked onto mine, they were ablaze with a fierce intensity. Her body moved with an uninhibited rhythm against Sipho, each motion a clear, silent demand for more. There was a freedom in her movements, a wild abandon that I hadn't seen with any other lover. This wasn't just pleasure; it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Jaimee wasn't merely experiencing pleasure; she was undergoing a transformation before my eyes.
In the past, such moments would trigger a desire in me to slow things down, perhaps even stop them altogether. This time, however, I found myself captivated by the change unfolding. I wasn't willing to jeopardize our marriage, but I was weary of resisting what seemed inevitable. Why not let it unfold? Why not witness what Jaimee might become if given the freedom to explore without constraints?
Of course, a part of me would remain vigilant. I was responsible to protect our family and her well-being. Yet, to the extent it was possible, I was compelled to see this through. I wanted to discover the depths of her desires, to understand the new facets of her identity that were emerging. This wasn't just about her pleasure; it was about our journey together, exploring the uncharted territories of our relationship with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
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Southernman
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Ky,
You guys are amazing! Thanks for posting your story. I have followed from the beginning.
Southernman
You guys are amazing! Thanks for posting your story. I have followed from the beginning.
Southernman
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Southernman
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Re: I'm Ky, and I'm a cuck-oholic
Ky,
You guys are amazing! Thanks for posting your story. I have followed from the beginning.
Southernman
You guys are amazing! Thanks for posting your story. I have followed from the beginning.
Southernman