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

[steel4u0987]

Come on get to the cream pie eating and cock sucking part of the story!

[michey]

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[Seattlepie]

Bump!

I check this thread constantly :-)

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[swe_cuckold_wannabe]

This is so hot.
Thanks for sharing!
/D

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[txrockdog]

Ky,

We are dying here! You can’t tease us about the roller coaster you and Jaimee went on with Sipho and then just leave us hanging! You are going to force us to do another round of speculating on what has gone on during your absence here.

[venus-can99]

Ky with holidays approaching I am sure you, Jamie and kids must be very busy with family and friends. Wishing you the best of the holiday season and a very happy 2025

[txrockdog]

Ok so while we wait for Ky’s return, lets each make 3 (humorous) guesses at what has kept him away from us this time just for fun.

I’ll start:

1) Jaimee forgot she had a temporary queen of spades tattoo on for some play with Sipho and Ky, and her mom saw it (and knew what it meant) when she went to pick up the kids.

2) Ky got pulled in for private screening during an international flight due to his chastity cage showing up on the scanner.

3) Ky came home to find the boys having a sword fight with two dildos Jaimee had bought to go with a strapon she wanted to surprise Ky with.

[citms2022]

Ok so while we wait for Ky’s return, lets each make 3 (humorous) guesses at what has kept him away from us this time just for fun.

I’ll start:

1) Jaimee forgot she had a temporary queen of spades tattoo on for some play with Sipho and Ky, and her mom saw it (and knew what it meant) when she went to pick up the kids.

2) Ky got pulled in for private screening during an international flight due to his chastity cage showing up on the scanner.

3) Ky came home to find the boys having a sword fight with two dildos Jaimee had bought to go with a strapon she wanted to surprise Ky with.

Those are some amazingly humorous guesses.

[wannabecUKold]

Ok so while we wait for Ky’s return, lets each make 3 (humorous) guesses at what has kept him away from us this time just for fun.

1. The manager of the Queens Hotel, Cheltenham spots the reference to his hotel (“the one that looks like the White House”) in this thread and offers Jaimee, plus a male or female partner of her choice, and Ky-Da a free weekend in a suite at the hotel, in thanks for opening up a new market for hotwife weekends at the hotel.

2. Glubricant. The boys fill up the lube tube with superglue. Jaimee and her latest lover find themselves sticking close to each other. Jaimee ends up in the casualty ward getting her vagina unsealed.

3. Ky-Da’s thread on OHW wins the Booker Prize. He goes on a world promotional tour, topping the sales charts ahead of Harry Potter and 50 Shades.

[Southernman]

KY,

We are ALL hoping for a Christmas Miracle and getting an update! You are missed! We hope to hear from you soon.

Merry Christmas,

Southernman

[venus-can99]

Ky - wishing you and Jamie a wonderful Christmas with family and friemds and very happy and fun-filled 2025.

[Ky_Da]

What a year 2024 has been…

Like so many of you, life has taken its toll, and I've neglected updating for far too long. So much has unfolded; it's daunting to know where to begin.

First off, Jaimee and I, we're still together, still making it work. We've hit some rough patches this year, had our share of arguments, and more than a few nights filled with the kind of anxiety that knots your stomach. But here we are, still hanging on.

I've wanted to share so many times, but the thought of spilling the details of what we've been up to sends my heart racing faster than watching Jaimee with another man. Isn't that wild? I've always tried to keep our real life separate from our play life, but this year, we've tipped the scales. We've both come to realize we've ventured too far down this path—at least for our marriage. I'm not here to judge others; I'm only wrestling with my own demons.

The truth is, knowing it's too much is one thing; doing something about it is another beast entirely. We both revel in the thrill, but our lives have become unbalanced, and this pace isn't sustainable. When I first delved into the world of cuckolding, there was this heavy, gnawing doubt that whispered, "This is a bad idea." Yet, I silenced it again and again, pushing forward into the fantasy. I was the one who drew Jaimee into this, sharing my desires until she was not just a participant but a disciple of the hotwife lifestyle.

Now, nearly ten years later, she's all in. She admits we need to pull back, yet her heart isn't in stopping, not completely. She revels in the embrace of another, in the raw, primal connection. She thrives on being desired, on being made to feel like the very embodiment of lust. In our bedroom, she's the one in control, dictating the tempo of our sexual narrative.

And me? I'm torn between the dark, intoxicating allure of watching her with someone else, and the cold, creeping fear that this might be tearing us apart. I love the rush, the jealousy, the forbidden thrill, but I hate how it might be the very thing that unravels the love we've built. It's this maddening dance of ecstasy and dread that keeps me up at night, wondering if we can ever find our way back to balance.

Sipho remains my wife's main man, but he's generous with his time, or rather, with her. The frequency with which they share has skyrocketed, and with it, my wife's body count has just exploded. It's a whirlwind of passion and bodies, leaving me in a tangle of love, jealousy, and a bizarre sense of pride in her desirability.

About a month ago, an event unfolded that made it crystal clear we'd crossed a line. We decided to hire a nanny to manage the kids and the house when Jaimee and I are both swamped with work. Jaimee's been dipping her toes into part-time work under Sipho for a while now, and to my surprise, it's not just some charade. It's a real job, demanding real effort. Initially, I thought it was just a ruse to keep her near him, to indulge in their daytime dalliances. But no, she's clocking in about 20 to 30 hours a week of genuine labor. Sure, there's the occasional blow job or quickie thrown in, but mostly, Sipho's focus is on his business. And another shocker? He pays her well. So well, in fact, that we could afford a nanny, and this extra income has significantly upgraded our lifestyle.

Jaimee and I have had these intense, sometimes heated discussions about her paycheck. Yeah, it's mostly for her work, but there's this part of it that feels like payment for her sexual favors. It echoes that old Seinfeld episode where Jerry was sleeping with the maid he hired.

I've been staring at this screen, my cursor blinking like a silent judge, for what feels like an eternity, wrestling with what to share. I fear the judgments that would rain down if people knew the depths we've explored, but if I'm truly honest with myself, it's not external judgment I dread—it's the mirror I'll have to face. Writing this out forces me to reconcile our actions with the boundaries I once thought were unassailable, now blurred into a landscape I used to find too extreme, too distasteful.

Well, here’s to it…

When Jaimee first started her affair with Sipho, we dove headfirst into the deep end. We decided she'd channel all her sexual energy into him, her new bull, making him her primary source of satisfaction. I know this might sound like a cliché in the cuckolding community, but for us, it was uncharted territory, and damn, was it thrilling. It didn't take long for Jaimee to become utterly enamored with Sipho. We knew we needed to keep some time for us, but this time around, we were playing for higher stakes, so we agreed to give up our intimacy for a month, letting her focus solely on her lover.

The strategy was more potent than I could've predicted. Our own sexual encounters dwindled to near nothing, yet paradoxically, I found myself in a perpetual state of arousal, my erections harder, my climaxes more intense than ever. Jaimee was glowing with contentment, her sexual needs met in ways that left her fulfilled in a way I hadn't seen before. Initially, there were days when she'd be sore, but over time, her body adapted. Now, she takes him with ease, her body having molded itself to accommodate his size, her pussy as if it had been custom-made for him, permanently altered by his presence.

This transformation was both a source of pride and pain for me. Watching her embrace her sexuality so fully with another was a heady mix of eroticism and self-doubt, of living out fantasies that both fueled my desires and fed my insecurities. It's a complex dance, one where every step forward in pleasure seems to take us a step back in our traditional roles as husband and wife.

More and more of the household duties began to pile up on my shoulders, which led us to the necessity of hiring Joanna as our nanny. But that's a story for another time down this thread.

Sipho, with his flair for orchestrating, began hosting what can only be described as swinger parties, though they were far more than that. The ones I attended were a rollercoaster of intense jealousy, frustration, and undeniable eroticism. I'd observe from the fringes as Jaimee would arrive on Sipho's arm, only to become the center of attention, shared among various men throughout the night. With Sipho's influence, her body count escalated into the dozens, not confined to any one race. Sipho's social circle spans the globe, introducing Jaimee to an eclectic mix of people, far removed from the circles I've known and felt at ease within.

These gatherings were like stepping into another world, where my wife was not just a participant but a celebrated figure. The sight of her enjoying multiple partners, each one adding to her list, was both a testament to her sexual liberation and a stark reminder of my own complex feelings about our lifestyle. Here, in these rooms filled with laughter, lust, and the scent of sex, I was both spectator and participant, caught in the whirlwind of emotions that such a scene could evoke.

Little by little, Jaimee began to transform; her wardrobe shifted to tighter, more scandalous attire, her earrings grew into large, dangling hoops that caught the light, and her hair flowed longer than I'd ever seen. One evening, she walked through the door, and something was instantly different. Her nipples, always prominent, now pressed boldly against the thin fabric of her white blouse, but there was more; the unmistakable outline of large nipple rings pushed through, making their presence known with an almost defiant boldness.

“Jaimee,” I gasped, my voice a mix of shock and curiosity, “What did you do?”

My wife winced, a moment of vulnerability crossing her face, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous, almost wicked smile. “Sipho asked me to go larger,” she confessed, her voice a sultry whisper.

Without a word, I took her by the hand, leading her swiftly to the bedroom. The door closed behind us with a soft click, and I pressed her gently against the wall, my heart racing. “Let me see,” I urged, my voice thick with a cocktail of emotions.

With no hesitation, Jaimee shrugged off her jumper, letting it pool at her feet. She then lifted her blouse and bra in one fluid motion, revealing her new adornments. The rings weren't like the ones she used to wear; these were of a thicker gauge, the steel gleaming with an almost sinister promise. They stretched her flesh, the skin around them slightly reddened and tender, a testament to the newness of her daring choice. The sight was both shocking and strangely alluring, the rings making her nipples stand out even more, like they were both an offering and a challenge.

Her eyes met mine, not with defiance but with a silent plea for acceptance, for understanding, for my support. There was no need for words; in her gaze, I saw her hope that this wouldn't turn me away, but instead, pull us closer in this dance of desire and exploration. Her look was a question, wrapped in vulnerability, seeking my approval, my arousal, my love.

“I want you,” I rasped, my voice more like the crunch of gravel under tires than the sound of words.

My wife smiled, a knowing curve of her lips as she reached up, her fingers tracing a line down my cheek. “Then you shouldn’t have let Sipho mark me,” she whispered, her voice a velvet caress.

My heart stumbled, missing a beat, and when it found its rhythm again, it was with a surge of ice-cold blood. My eyes were drawn to the mark Sipho had etched into her skin two months ago. Near the areola of her right breast, there it was: a black spade, roughly the size of a golf ball, stark against her pale skin. This wasn't just any tattoo; it was a symbol, universally recognized in the cuckolding community, a cliché yet powerful statement of her new sexual identity. It signified her preference, her openness to black men, a declaration that was both erotic and a punch to my gut.

The spade tattoo wasn't alone. Another adorned her ankle, a matching symbol of submission and desire, a silent broadcast to those in the know. Seeing these tattoos, the ink black as the darkest night, felt like watching her soul being claimed by another, filling me with an angst that was as intoxicating as it was painful.

But the marks didn't stop there. Sipho had recently added a third tattoo, one that was less about the cuckold cliché and more a testament to her transformation into something mythically seductive. This new ink was a cartoonish figure, a provocative, three-inch-tall depiction of a woman, but not just any woman. She was bent over in an inviting, almost obscene pose, her back arched, presenting herself. From her pert rear end, a long, sinuous forked tail rose, curling suggestively in the air. Her hair was wild, framing a face that was both mischievous and malevolent, with sharp, devilish horns protruding from her forehead. She was an evil Tinker Bell, minus the wings, a little succubus come to life on Jaimee's skin, promising sin and pleasure in equal measure.

This tattoo was more than just art; it was a visual manifestation of the seductive demon within my wife, an erotic figure that seemed to beckon, to tease, to corrupt with her mere presence. The spade tattoos were a known language in our world, but this succubus was a personal emblem of her newfound sexuality, of her embrace of the darker, more primal desires that Sipho had awakened in her.

The sight of these tattoos, each a story of her sexual rebirth, was both a torment and a turn-on, an emblematic journey of our relationship into uncharted territories where love, jealousy, and lust intertwined in an ever-tightening knot.

I remembered that night, the night the tattoos were introduced. Until then, the idea of Jaimee getting inked was beyond our wildest games. That was a hard no, a boundary we never dared cross. But something strange and powerful took hold of us that night, of me. In my defense, I was drunk, not just on booze but on lust, watching my wife in the throes of ecstasy with Sipho and one of his friends, two large black men giving her pleasure that seemed almost too much for her body to contain. Her face, beautiful and contorted in pure rapture, was a sight that seared into my soul.

Sipho, always the provocateur, leaned close, his voice a low rumble, "You like seeing her like this, don't you? So lost in pleasure?"

I could only nod, my own arousal evident, my voice lost in the heat of the moment. He pressed further, "Would you like to see her taken to new heights, completely immersed in this pleasure?"

My wife, her eyes glazed with lust, barely coherent, nodded eagerly when Sipho asked if she was ready to deny me her pussy completely. I knew this game, these were just words, playful and provocative—until they weren't.

Sipho turned to me, his gaze piercing, "Ready to take our game up a notch?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and fear.

"It's time for Jaimee to receive the mark, to show she's dedicated to her craft of pleasing other men. A tattoo, a spade, the symbol that she's ours, that she's a true hotwife."


I hesitated, my eyes drawn to Jaimee, studying her features as if seeing them for the first time. Her face was a battleground of emotions, each one fighting for dominance. Apprehension was etched deep into her furrowed brow, a silent testament to her fear of the unknown, of what this tattoo would truly mean for us. A flicker of fear flashed across her eyes, like lightning on a stormy night, showing her vulnerability, her silent plea for me to be her protector, to perhaps save her from this step into the abyss.

Yet, beneath that fear, there was something else, something that burned brighter - lust and desire. Her pupils dilated, not just from the dim light but from an inner fire, an eagerness that contradicted her fear. Her lips parted slightly, not in protest but in anticipation, betraying the part of her that wanted this, that was curious about how far she could go, how much she could feel.

She looked at me, her gaze a complicated mix of hope and dread. There was a silent entreaty in her eyes, a question without words, asking if I would step in, if I would be the one to halt this moment, to keep her from crossing this line. But there was also a counterforce, a subtle defiance, a challenge in her stare that seemed to say, "Don't you dare stop this, don't you dare deny me this experience."

Her body language was a dance of contradictions; one hand slightly raised as if to stop the proceedings, while the other rested provocatively on her thigh, inviting, suggesting. She was torn between the safety of our known world and the thrilling, terrifying leap into this new chapter. Her indecision was palpable, her features a canvas of conflict, desiring the protection I could offer, yet silently wishing for me not to provide it, to let her dive into this dark, erotic unknown.

"But what does this mean?" I asked, my voice a whisper, my heart pounding with both dread and desire.

Sipho leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, "It means commitment. It means you won't touch her for six months. You'll watch, you'll desire, but you won't have her. Not in that way."

The room seemed to spin. "Six months?" I echoed, the weight of that time frame heavy in my mouth.

"Yes, six months. But think about how much you'll want her, how you'll watch her become even more of a sexual being. Think about the intensity of your desire."

I looked at Jaimee again, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes locked on mine, silently asking if this was what I wanted, if this was what we wanted. The stakes were high, the decision monumental.

My mind raced with the implications, the eroticism of it all, the denial, the watching, the slow burn of increasing desire. My cock was already hard, aching with the thought of it, the lust overriding my better judgment.

Sipho pressed, "So, what will it be? Do you want to see her marked, claimed?"

I couldn't speak, my throat tight with conflict, but my desire made the decision. I gave a slow, tortured nod.

A new fear flickered in Jaimee's eyes, but she did not say her safe word. She was as drawn to this as I was, perhaps more. I was then escorted out, left to grapple with my thoughts in solitude.

The night was long, filled with torment as I imagined what was happening, the needle pressing into her skin, marking her as theirs, as someone else's pleasure.

When Jaimee stepped through the door the next day, the tattoos screamed their story - the spade on her breast, another on her ankle, and the seductively detailed succubus on the soft curve of her ass. But the real transformation was in her essence; gone was the shy, innocent, chaste, conservative woman, replaced by a creature of pure, uninhibited sexuality.

Her very presence now pulsed with an erotic charge, her every movement a silent invitation to gaze, to desire, to possess. Her eyes, once demure, now flickered with the delight of a woman who knew she was born to be an object of pleasure. She moved with the confidence of someone who had been awakened to her true purpose, her body a temple dedicated to the worship of male desire.

The air around her was thick with the scent of her newfound liberation, her skin almost glowing with the joy of her surrender to this role. She was no longer the woman who hid her desires; now, she was a siren, reveling in the power of her sexuality, her every gesture an offer, every smile an invitation to indulge in her.

This new Jaimee was not just accepting but exulting in her identity. The conservative shell had cracked open, revealing a woman who was now her own deity of pleasure, her body a canvas of her sexual awakening. The sight of her, so openly embracing her role to please men, was both a shock and an aphrodisiac, stirring within me a tumultuous mix of jealousy, pride, and intense arousal.

The dynamic between us had shifted into something raw and primal. She was mine, yet she belonged to her desires, to the world of men she now served with such joy. Her acceptance of this new self was not just visible; it was palpable, her happiness radiating from her like heat from a flame, inviting anyone who dared to come closer. This was my wife, reborn, unashamed, and provocatively, deliciously happy in her new skin.

I have so much more to share, but this is all the time I can carve out today. One would think that not being able to fuck my wife would give me all kind of extra time, but somehow life is busier than ever. I have one more month to go before I'll be able to sleep with my wife, but we've kind of found a groove that works for us. Loads more to come, and I'll have to try and tell you about 'anal only November'.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the breathtakingly erotic update Ky describing Jaimee’s transformation and the evolution of your relationship. Looking forward to more…
Hope you both have a wonderful erotic 2025

[vmb69]

Thank you for the update. So thrilling and full of emotions.

[realcucklife]

Thanks for making the time to share some of your adventure.
I had to put it down, then come back and re-read.
I love your commentary on the transformation of your relationship, so many things nor said, so many gaps I fill with my own mind, so many questions I want to ask, but I don’t want to distract you from having time to detail more of the journey.
You’re actually living the more extreme dynamic, that we fantasise about, we live through your narrative, but don’t know if we’d have the courage to live it.
Look forward to your next update.

[viking53]

Thanks for the update Ky.
Wow!
You have certainly stepped over the threshold in a big way and I wonder where Jaimee wants to go with this. You say it is one month until you can sleep with her but I am guessing the boundaries are moving all the time. What will you say or do if Sipho and/or Jaimee say at the end of the month that this period is now extended without limit?

[Southernman]

Ky,

Thank you for the wonderful update. You and Jamiee are what a lot of us aspire to on OHW. I believe that your relationship with Jamiee will continue to grow stronger no matter what Sipho has in store for you.

Thanks for the update. We look forward to the rest of the story!

Southernman