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

[David52]

Six months back from February would be August as the denial chronology would have it. My apologies to all for the carelessness.

Ky, all the best for the new year to you and your family.

[lockedhappyhubby]

So good to hear from you Ky_Da! I'm sure I'm not the only one who wondered often how you and Jaimee were.
Wow what an update! Honestly I'm jealous, my wife loves black men and has been with many I wanted her to get a small hidden Queen of spades tattoo But she declined.
Six months is a long time. Has Sipho brought up chastity for you?
Can't wait for your next post.
Thanks again!

[scarlettscuck]

Wow. Your words are so powerful and erotic. Crazy what this lifestyle can bring. Cucks can’t get enough!!! Love it. Happy new year to you Ky and Jaimee!

[BigHotMess]

Dude. You have kids. You need to re-calibrate. I understand that erotica is a thing here and I don’t mean to put you on the defensive, but there was very little hot things to read here for me.

Sorry for being a dissenting voice, my intention is not to troll.

[Johng1953]

Thanks for the update Ky, very erotic and very intense. I definitely want to hear more.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Dude. You have kids. You need to re-calibrate. I understand that erotica is a thing here and I don’t mean to put you on the defensive, but there was very little hot things to read here for me.

Sorry for being a dissenting voice, my intention is not to troll.

Dood. What he just posted already happened 6 months ago. They've already recalibrated. Chill out. Wait for him to finish the story.

[ticklemang]

Ky, have you been back into the cage?

[mick_flow]

Awesome that you guys are making it work Ky! And what a heck of a journey!!

No, condemning words, but perhaps only envy and some admiration that you’ve been able to take things so far.

Wow, 6 months ! And now Jamie’s primary sexual partner is Sipho. Her body marked and moulded to another man. Wow.

So how’s your sex life been ? Are you guys still sexually connecting in the mean time? The bit where she showed you the new gauged piercing was hot. It hinted that you guys are still so close.


It’s going to be awesome to be with her again after so much time without that sexual connection. From my experience it’ll feel odd, like being with a new partner again, she’ll be expecting different moves as will you. Her sexual body language will have completely changed. Not to mention how she’s now used to someone bigger.


Honestly, I think we are all as excited as you are , can’t wait to hear how that goes!

Has Jamie been primarily with Sipho? - how did it finish up with Matt?

[DarrenZ]

So glad to hear back from you, Ky. Your updates always floor me.

“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.”

Fucking epic lines.

[Ky_Da]

Thanks for the comments all. I do enjoy reading them, and I'll do my best to respond as I can.

As I scrolled through my previous post, I realized there were nuances I hadn't fully captured. While Sipho is black, and many in his circle share that heritage, the spade tattoo doesn't strictly signify an exclusivity to black men. My wife has ventured beyond this boundary, exploring her sexuality with men of various races.

The tattoo, in Sipho's eyes and those of his friends and acquaintances, symbolizes more broadly her status as a hotwife, with a notable preference for black cock, but it's not a 'black only' sign. It's as if the spade has become a flag of her sexual liberation, her willingness to explore and please across all lines of color.

In essence, Sipho’s desire is for Jaimee to see a cock as a cock; it's to be her calling, her pleasure, to serve and satisfy. He would have her take this role with a sense of duty and delight, embodying the spirit of a true hotwife, where the joy of giving pleasure transcends racial boundaries. And my wife seems all to pleased to fulfill this Sipho’s desire.

This takes me back to a recent night and an experience to share.

The aroma of roast chicken filled our quaint kitchen, where Jaimee was busy preparing supper for me and the kids, her apron dusted from the meal preparation. The evening was setting in, the light dimming through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room.

Then her phone buzzed on the countertop, a stark interruption. Jaimee glanced at the screen, her face shifting subtly. "Ky, I’m needed at work tonight," she said, her British accent wrapping around the words, making the request sound almost polite.

I felt a surge of frustration. She'd been out several nights this week, and I had hoped for an evening where we could just be a family. "Again?" I asked, the disappointment clear in my voice.

She turned to me, her expression apologetic, "I know, but this is what we agreed to, isn't it?" Her tone was soft, conciliatory, yet firm in its resolve.

She handed me the phone to show me the text, a simple message from Sipho: "Need you tonight, love. Be ready."

With a resigned nod, I watched as Jaimee ascended the stairs to our bedroom, her figure disappearing into the shadows of the hallway. My heart was a tumult of emotions, the familiar mix of jealousy, pride, and raw desire.

Upstairs, I trailed behind, pausing at the threshold of our shared closet, entranced as she shed her 'mum outfit' - the homely jeans and cozy cable-knit jumper - like shedding an old, familiar skin. As she peeled off her bra, her breasts were unveiled, full and teardrop-shaped, a sight that was both familiar and newly exotic. They moved with a gentle sway, each step she took causing a hypnotic effect to my senses.

Her nipples, once a focal point of our private moments, had transformed; they were now stretched, elongated by the thick, gleaming rings that pierced through them. These rings were no longer just adornments but symbols of her transformation into something more public, more shared. They served as a constant reminder that my wife was not solely mine anymore but was often the center of other men's pleasure. The metal caught the light, reflecting back not just the room's ambiance but the reality of her new role - her breasts, once intimate markers of our connection, now bore the signs of being enjoyed by others.

Watching her, I saw not just the woman I loved but an object of desire for countless others, her body a canvas of sensuality, her every movement broadcasting her availability, her willingness to be more than just a wife, but a muse, a fantasy come to life. Each sway of her breasts was like watching a silent declaration of her sexual liberation, a dance of flesh that whispered of the hands, mouths, and eyes that had worshipped her, marking her as something beyond the ordinary, something to be coveted, to be used for pleasure.

She selected lingerie from the wardrobe, a set of black lace that was both slutty and gorgeously sophisticated. The bra pushed her breasts up, showcasing the spade tattoo on her right breast, the symbol of her hotwife status. As she stepped into a matching thong, my eyes were drawn to the succubus tattoo on her cheek, the little devilish figure that seemed to mock me with its provocative stance, its tail curling up teasingly.

She then slipped into a dress that was a masterpiece of contradiction - it hugged her body in all the right places, the neckline plunging to reveal just a hint of those new piercings, the hemline daringly short but made of a silky, rich fabric that whispered of class. It was the kind of dress one might wear to a high-class event if the event was held in a seedy, erotic club. The fabric clung to her, revealing the tattoos, making her look like a high-end escort in the best possible way.

As she applied her makeup, I watched the transformation complete. Her lips, now a deep shade of red, matched the flush of my own arousal. I could feel my desire for her, the urge to take her right there, to reclaim her in some primal way, but I knew she was preparing herself for another man's pleasure.

The tattoos, the lingerie, the way she moved - all of it was a sensual narrative of her new identity. I was both proud and pained by it, my cock hardening as I watched her, knowing she'd soon be in another's arms.

"I know you're frustrated, love," she said, catching my eye in the mirror, her voice carrying that comforting British lilt. "But this is part of us now."

With a final spritz of perfume, she turned, her eyes meeting mine, a mix of guilt and excitement in her gaze. "I'll make it up to you," she whispered, her lips curving into a smile that was both an apology and a promise.

As she walked past me, her hand brushed against mine, a fleeting touch that spoke volumes. I was left in our bedroom, the scent of her perfume lingering, my thoughts a chaotic dance of lust, love, and the complex beauty of our life here in England.


I followed Jaimee out the front door, watching her walk to the street where Sipho waited, opening the car door for her. He gave me a friendly wave, my emotions churning with lust and jealousy as I watched her slide into the car, her dress teasingly lifting.

The next morning, while working from home, I saw Jaimee return earlier than expected. She was still clad in that same dress, now wrinkled from the night's adventures, her hair a wild cascade. She had been growing it out for a while, but when she started seeing Sipho, he insisted she keep it long, and now it flowed past her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. Once a lustrous, thick, dark brown mane, it was now disheveled, tangled with the evidence of the night's passions - strands of her hair held traces of dried cum. She drank a glass of water with eagerness and then sat at the kitchen table, her makeup smudged.

"Good night?" I asked, trying to mask my feelings.

"It was... intense," she replied, her British accent softening the word. "But I'm here now, love. With you."

The signs of her night were evident - the marks on her neck, the slight redness around her lips. The tattoos seemed to belong to a different person, someone who lived for these moments.

"Will you tell me about it?" I asked, both curious and apprehensive.

She nodded after a pause. "After I've had a moment, yes. But first," she extended her hand, "come here, love. I need you close."

I sat beside her, feeling the warmth of her body, her scent now mixed with the musk of sex and other men’s cologne. She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder, reaffirming our connection despite the complexities of our arrangement.

She informed me that she had the next few days off, free from the pull of 'work'. I filled her in on the family affairs and the plans we had lined up, her attention fully on me, her touch warm and loving, filling the void left by her recent absences. We shared a moment of needed intimacy, her presence like a balm to my restless heart.

I followed her upstairs again, watching as she stepped into the shower, the steam rising around her like a veil. As she lathered up, the soap creating suds that cascaded down her body, it was clear the tattoos were indelible, a permanent record of her transformation. They were there, stark against her skin, the spades, the succubus, each a declaration of her new status, her new purpose.

Deciding to join her, I slipped into the shower, the water warm against my skin. From behind, I wrapped my arms around her, my hands exploring her familiar curves, but when I brushed against her pussy, she whispered, "Careful." She was sore, a reminder of her night's exertions. We kissed, our touches gentle, caressing each other with the intimacy of long-time lovers, rekindling our connection amidst the steam and water.

Her hand found my dick, using the soapy water to glide over me with ease, her touch both comforting and electrifying. It didn't take long for me to succumb to the pleasure, my orgasm a release of all the tension, the jealousy, the desire that had built up.

Post-shower, we dried off, and I helped tuck her into our bed. She needed rest after the night's adventures, and I let her drift into sleep. I left her to nap, knowing the familial obligations would soon call, but for now, she was mine to watch over, to protect in her vulnerability, a small reclaiming of normalcy in our crazy life.

Later, I was on the sofa, my eyes locked on Jaimee playing with our kids on the floor. Dressed in her 'mummy attire', the soft fabric of her jeans hugged the curve of her hips, while her jumper clung to the swell of her breasts, the outline of her new nipple rings visible beneath. Her thick, dark hair fell over her shoulder, the same hair that last night was tangled with the evidence of passion. She was in her element, laughter filling the room, her touch nurturing. The contrast between this and her nocturnal escapades was a dichotomy that fed the cuckold in me.

As the kids got lost in the movie, Jaimee moved to sit beside me on the couch, her thigh brushing against mine, her scent enveloping me.

"Christ, you're something else," I said, my voice thick with desire as her hand inadvertently grazed my thigh.

She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You like seeing me play the doting mum, don't you, love? After last night's antics?" Her voice had that comforting British lilt.

"I need you, Jaimee. I need to feel you again," I admitted, the urgency in my tone clear, the need to reclaim her palpable.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, "I know you do, darling. I'll try to involve you more, give you what you need, but remember," she paused, pulling back her blouse to reveal the black spade tattoo, "you agreed to this when you let Sipho mark me."

The tattoo was like a brand, a constant reminder of our deal. "For six months, he's your primary, or those he shares you with," I said, the words bitter on my tongue.

Jaimee's eyes met mine, a flush creeping up her neck, hinting at the night's activities. "How many others have there been?" I pressed, needing to quantify her pleasure.

She bit her lip, looking slightly embarrassed. "You sure you want that number, luv? It's a bit... high."

"Tell me."

Twenty-eight," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction, "twenty-eight men have fucked me, been deep inside me. There's no denying it; I'm a complete, insatiable slut. No way to brush this off as just the whims of a horny housewife, not with that tally of cocks stretching me, filling me. There's only one word for what I've become, for who I am now. You're married to a certified, cock-loving slut.

The number hit like a gut punch, stirring something primal within me. "Jesus... that's more than I thought."

She nodded, understanding my turmoil. "Once the six months are up, will we go back to normal?" I asked, hoping for some return to the past.

Jaimee took a moment, her eyes dark with contemplation, her body shifting slightly, making her jumper outline her curves more provocatively. "I don't think we'll ever be 'normal' again, Ky. I crave it too much... and you, you revel in the experience, don't you? You don't want to give this up any more than I do. You love the thought of me being a total slag for them, don't you, love? It gets you harder than steel, imagining me on my knees, their hands roaming over me, their cocks not just stretching but reshaping my pussy, tailoring it for their use, custom-fitting me for their pleasure. Each thrust, each moan, they're not just taking me; they're altering me, turning what was once yours into something designed for them, making me less yours with every inch, every moment."

I couldn't deny it; my arousal was evident.

"I'm happy being used for pleasure, for sex. I'm bloody good at it, making men... well, you know," she said with a smirk, "Even Sipho can't hold back with me. It's empowering, isn't it? Knowing all those blokes are knackered from my touch, but I come back to you, to your bed."

Her words were both a balm and a challenge. "If you really wanted to stop, we could," she continued, her tone sincere yet laced with sadness, "but it would be hard to give this up. Next time, maybe you could watch, see how they can't resist me, how I make them beg with just a flick of my tongue."

I looked at her, the woman who was both my love and my torment, and knew that our 'normal' had been redefined. The cuckold in me was both pained and exhilarated by this reality, by her admission, by the life we had chosen together. She was my rock, and I was hers, the foundation that allowed her to soar in her sexual liberation.

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

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

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

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

"It's a dangerous step," I admitted, my mind racing with the possibilities and the implications. I'd discussed this with other couples in similar situations - cuckolds, swingers, all navigating their own versions of this complex dance.

Jaimee leaned in, her hand on my knee, her touch reassuring. "I've told you before, if you want that hall pass with Joanna, take it. You deserve it, love. I feel bad, leaving you out of the fun so often." Her suggestion to try swinging was not new, but it carried more weight now.

"But what if it changes everything?" I asked, voicing my deepest fear.

"It might," she conceded, "but remember, we're not about going back to 'normal'. This could be a new chapter for us, exploring together, sharing new experiences. Maybe it's time for you to feel the thrill, the rush, of being with someone else too."

The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the TV. The idea of being with Joanna, of experiencing the other side of our dynamic, was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jaimee's encouragement, her understanding, made the forbidden fruit seem within reach, yet the potential consequences loomed large.

"Think about it," Jaimee said, standing up to join the kids watching the movie, leaving me with my thoughts swirling around the implications of this next step. The cuckold in me was curious, the husband in me cautious, and the man in me undeniably attracted to the idea of exploring with someone like Joanna, all under the loving, if unconventional, umbrella of our marriage.

[venus-can99]

What a wonderful erotic update Ky... I love the way you use words to paint a picture of how Jamie transforms from her mom/wife-mode to Sipho's "wanton slut". Looking forward to your updates...
IMHO you can actually write a novel and probably publish in sites like smashwords

[Southernman]

Ky,

Thanks for the update. I hope you have had a great Christmas and looking forward to a Happy New Year. I always look forward to your updates.

Can you please tell us have the inlaws seen or reacted to Jaimee's new tattoo? I know her mum was suspicious from your previous updates.

Also, with the 6 month denial, have you been caged at all and what does the denial look like on a daily basis?

I don't think the hall pass is what you desire. I think that as a true cuckold, you enjoy Jamiee's pleasure more than you wish to experience someone else. I think you are correct being cautious.

Hope to hear a reply soon,

Southernman

[David52]

I guess we need to wait to hear if you accepted the hall pass, but I don't think it's a good idea. Is the offer is coming from Jaimee's lingering guilt at her neglection of husband and family responsibilities? That guilt, shown to you as compassion, may be a part of what is holding you together. While Jaimee gets off on the sex, you are different and may want a relationship with Joanna that will tear you apart. Stick out your six months. Or, better yet, demand a reprieve. You msut find some balance.

All the best for you and family in the New Year.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

What a wonderful erotic update Ky... I love the way you use words to paint a picture of how Jamie transforms from her mom/wife-mode to Sipho's "wanton slut". Looking forward to your updates...
IMHO you can actually write a novel and probably publish in sites like smashwords

I believe KY has written more stories in the library. Not sure which ones.

[subtoall]

The asymmetry of the cuckold marriage dynamic is exquisite: She plays, he does not. If you get with Joanna, you will lose this precious and exquisite treasure.

[venus-can99]

I believe KY has written more stories in the library. Not sure which ones.

The one I know of is “To the Edge and Back”. I first read it in Lit, but it stopped after 4 chapters or so. Then I saw his name referenced in one of the posts so I was able to locate this thread and the other one.

[false-abroad]

Your posts are always very exciting, devilishly intense and carefully written. Thank you for that.

I am just a wannabe. I will write this from the perspective of a guy that would not want to go that deep into the rabbit hole. I am sure that after 6 months will be complete there will be another deal, another milestone awaiting. Maybe another 6 months to make it a full year, maybe till she gets to 100 men, maybe something entirely different like not even being able to see her naked. I don't know, I am sure it will be very erotic and gut wrenching. That's what excites you both and Sipho as well. What I would like to recommend is not to go through with it. You are already on a very deep level of cuckoldry, you can always go deeper, but I am quite sure you will never regret getting there faster. Take it slow and enjoy the time between "games". I know that it is not like before and probably it never will. But you can and I believe you should take a vacation from this once in a while. For sanity, for your intimacy, for yourself as a man, for her as a human and not a cock receptacle.

I am sure you will manage and prevail. I think I have written this mainly for myself, but aren't we all?

Just do never get completely and utterly lost in this.

[elina]

Dear Ky,

Thanks for providing yet a thought-provoking and very stimulating update.
You are very much continuing your process an elaborating to all of us what it means to be a "cuck-oholic".
Keep loving Jamiee whatever you decide to do or not to do with Joanna.

Since my understanding is that you are still reporting on what happened in the past, I will refrain from asking questions now.

Happy new Year to You, Jaimee and your kids and nanny

Sincerely
elina

[Ky_Da]

I'll try to give an update about the in-laws in the next post. I've been thinking about what to share about them that doesn't put everyone in a bad light. Things have been a bit 'tense' on that front for a while now. Also, I'm jumping around a bit and sharing some of the highlights from the last number of months, so please understand that what I'm sharing isn't exactly in chronological order. I'll try to get everyone caught up in the next few weeks, but as always, life happens, so no promises. Thanks for following along and sharing your thoughts.

A week drifted by without another word about Joanna. I'd hoped Jaimee would let the idea fade, and I fought to keep my thoughts from wandering too often to the allure of the younger woman. She was a burgeoning temptation, one that I knew could easily lead me astray if I indulged my fantasies too deeply. This Friday night, I walked through the door from work to find Jaimee in the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief. She had something planned, and the anticipation in her gaze sent a shiver of both excitement and unease down my spine.

"Ky, I've got this plan," Jaimee began, her voice smooth, her accent making the proposition sound almost comforting. "A double date. You, me, Sipho... and Joanna."

My heart skipped a beat, my mind immediately conjuring images of Joanna - her innocent allure, her dark red braid, and that slight, curious smile she often gave me. "A double date?" I echoed, my reluctance evident.

"Yes, love," Jaimee continued, leaning forward, her blouse dipping slightly to tease with the sight of her spade tattoo, a constant reminder of her double life. "I've already spoken to Joanna, and she's... eager. She wants to go with you."

I felt a rush of heat, my body reacting to the thought even as my mind wrestled with the implications. "What does Joanna expect at the end of the night?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

Jaimee's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes sparking. "That's all up to you, darling. She knows about us, and she knows Sipho. She's curious. She wants to understand why it turns you on, why it excites you. And," her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, "she's not opposed to finding out firsthand what it's like to be the focus of your attention."

The image of Joanna, her youthful innocence contrasted by the dark, teasing undercurrent of our world, made my pulse quicken. "And what about you and Sipho?" I asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

"We'll be there, enjoying each other, as always," Jaimee said, her hand sliding up her thigh, drawing my eyes to the smooth skin. "But this time, you'll have Joanna. You can show her what it means to be with you, or simply enjoy her company. It's your choice, your night."

The thought of Joanna in my arms, of exploring her body, of perhaps even sharing her with Jaimee in some twisted, beautiful dance of desire, was intoxicating. The room seemed to close in, the air charged with the possibility of new pleasures.

"But remember," Jaimee added, her tone softening, "you're in control. If you just want to dance with her, or if you want to take her home, to feel her beneath you, moaning your name... that's your call. She's willing to learn, to experience... with you."

The explicit nature of Jaimee's words, the promise of what could be, made my trousers uncomfortably tight. The idea of Joanna, so close to the lifestyle but never quite in it, offering herself to me under the watchful, approving eyes of my wife and her lover, was like a drug, potent and seductive.

"Okay," I found myself saying, my voice rough with anticipation. "Let's do it."

Jaimee's smile was triumphant, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You won't regret this, love. It's going to be a night to remember."

As she stood to make the arrangements, I was left with visions of Joanna - her shy smile turning into one of pleasure, her braid undone, her body against mine…

The following week:

The club was a den of sin wrapped in velvet and steel, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and the promise of forbidden pleasures. The walls flickered with shadows and art that whispered of dark desires, the music a throbbing pulse that seemed to dictate the rhythm of everyone's movements.

Joanna was a vision, her dress a sheer temptation, the fabric clinging to her young form, her red hair now loose, a fiery contrast to her pale skin under the club's moody lights. She radiated excitement, her eyes wide with the thrill of the unknown.

Jaimee and Sipho were like living art, their affection an open theater of desire that both beckoned and taunted those around them. "You two are a sight," Jaimee would purr, her voice dripping with implication as her eyes lingered on Joanna and me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Sipho, with his deep, resonant voice, would add, "Look at them, a perfect match," his approval almost a challenge to the night's possibilities.

Dancing with Joanna felt like stepping into a dream, her body warm against mine, fitting into my hands with an ease that felt both right and forbidden. Her scent was intoxicating, a blend of sweet vanilla with an undercurrent of something darker, more seductive. Her touches sent electric currents through me - her fingers tracing down my back, her breath a warm whisper against my neck, her laughter like a melody.

But my eyes kept stealing glances at Jaimee, my wife transformed into a siren of the night. She moved with a seductive grace, her body language an invitation to all. As she danced with other men, their hands roamed freely over her, a possessive claim that stirred both jealousy and arousal within me. Each touch on her seemed to highlight the tattoo on her ankle. The marks of her nipple rings were visible against the fabric, teasing me with their presence.

Jaimee was a sight that almost seemed to belong to another world, not the woman who cooked dinner or read bedtime stories to our children. She was a creature of lust and seduction, her movements fluid, her smile wicked, as if she was reveling in the power she wielded over these men, over me. It was hard to reconcile this version of her with the Jaimee I knew, this wild, uninhibited being who seemed to thrive under the gaze of others.

My attention would then shift back to Joanna, her youth and inexperience a stark contrast to Jaimee's seasoned allure. The attention she gave me was like a fresh breath, a reminder of what it felt like to be pursued, to be wanted simply for being me. Her eyes held a mix of curiosity and desire, her touches tentative yet eager, exploring the boundaries of what could be. It was a nice change, this feeling of being the center of someone's world, if only for a moment.

Yet, I was torn. Joanna's youth, her innocence, represented a line I was hesitant to cross. She was not part of our pact, our lifestyle; she was an outsider looking in, her interest in me perhaps born from fascination with the life she'd glimpsed through us. My loyalty to Jaimee, to the strange, twisted bond we shared, pulled at me. Even as my wife acted as the ultimate slut, I felt a compelling need to remain faithful in my own way, to honor the terms of our marriage, even if those terms were far from conventional.

The night was a dance of shadows and desire, with me caught between the allure of the forbidden and the comfort of the known, my heart and body at odds, each glance at Joanna and Jaimee stoking the fires of both lust and loyalty.

Later, searching for Jaimee, I found only Sipho amidst a group of men, their laughter a sharp contrast to the club's dark ambiance. "She's indisposed," he said with a grin that spoke volumes.

Insisting to see Jaimee, I was led down a hallway where the walls seemed to pulse with the shadows of the club's dark heart. At the end, a window framed a scene so vivid it felt like peering into another dimension. There was Jaimee, naked, her skin bathed in the harsh light of the office, every curve and line of her body accentuated. Her hands were pressed against the glass, the palms flat, fingers splayed as if to claim the barrier between us. Each thrust from the large black man behind her sent ripples through her flesh, her hips swaying in a primal rhythm, her breasts swaying with each impact. Her face was a masterpiece of pleasure, eyes closed, mouth open in silent ecstasy, her expression one of total surrender to the moment.

The sight was like watching the most vivid, live pornographic film, the reality of it hitting me like a tidal wave, stirring desire, jealousy, and pride within me. I wondered if other men would follow this path, if they were friends of Sipho, or strangers drawn by the call of sex with my wife. The thought sent a thrill through me, imagining her as a communal pleasure, a goddess shared among men who appreciated her.

Sipho, standing beside me, broke the silence, his South African accent grounding his words. "She's really coming into her own, hey? Jaimee's turning into one hell of a slut. She's got this knack for living two lives - the normal wife and this wild, sexual beast."

His words set my mind ablaze, each one stoking the fire of my own desires. "What'll she be like in six months?" I asked, my voice rough with the mix of emotions churning inside me.

Sipho's eyes gleamed with a knowing look. "In six months, she'll be the talk of the scene. She'll have new ink, maybe a snake around her leg, showing off her power. She'll start throwing her own parties, where she's the star, where everyone wants a piece of her."

"And in a year?" I pressed, the vision of Jaimee's future both terrifying and arousing.

"In a year," Sipho continued, "she'll be a legend. Her appetite will be something else, her skills in bed will be the stuff of legends. She might even write a bloody book about it all, teaching others how to fuck like she does. She'll be leading the charge, all while coming back to you, her anchor."

I couldn't help but ask, "And in five years?"

Sipho leaned close, his voice a conspiratorial whisper with that distinctive South African twang. "In five years, who knows? She could have her own spot, a place where the big shots come to let loose, where she's the queen bee. She'll be known for more than just her body, but for her mind, pushing limits, making sex an experience. She'll be a myth, mate, a story told in places like this, living in two worlds, and you'll still be her rock in all this madness."

The images he painted were like fuel to my already burning fantasies, each scenario more raw, more daring than the last, setting my mind and body alight with the possibilities of my wife's transformation.

I left, pulling Joanna with me, the cool night air a shock after the club's heat. At home, in the quiet of our kitchen, Joanna's curiosity was palpable. "Why does it excite you, watching her?" she asked, her voice a whisper, her eyes searching mine.

"It's... complicated," I admitted, feeling the weight of my own desires. "I suppose I'm a bit fucked up."

Her beauty in the dim light of our kitchen was almost painful. "You're lovely, Joanna. And I had a great time tonight," I said, my voice thick with regret, "but I can't be with you. I hope you understand."

Her smirk was both playful and knowing. "Even though your wife cheats on you?"

"It's a strange dynamic," I confessed, the complexity of it all laid bare. "But it works for us."

She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes, and I felt a twinge of relief mixed with disappointment. Alone in our bedroom, the images of the night played like a vivid film in my mind - the memory of Jaimee, her body pressed against the office window, illuminated like a stage actress. Her face was a mask of lust, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted in a silent moan, her expression one of surrender to the pleasure. She held herself against the glass with an almost defiant display, her body moving with each powerful thrust, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, her skin glistening with sweat. The sight of her, so exposed, so lost in her ecstasy, was both an erotic vision and a stark reminder of our lifestyle.

Then there was Joanna's allure, her youthful innocence contrasting with the night's darker pleasures. My hand slid beneath the sheets, the touch of my own skin a poor substitute for what I'd seen and felt, but the release was intense, a culmination of the night's desires. As I climaxed, it was with the image of Jaimee's lustful face, her body's movement against the glass, and Joanna's gentle touches that I found relief, leaving me both sated and restless.

Lying there in the dark, Sipho's words echoed in my mind like a prophecy, painting images of Jaimee with more tattoos, each one a testament to her journey into her carnal self. The thought of her becoming an even more uninhibited version of herself was both thrilling and daunting. Could we really walk this path without losing the essence of who we are? Was this the future I envisioned for my wife, for us?

The vision of Jaimee leading her own hedonistic gatherings, her body a map of her desires, her reputation preceding her in the world of pleasure, stirred something primal within me. I felt the beginning of a new erection, my body responding to the fantasy before my mind could fully process it. My lizard brain wanted this, craved the intensity, the taboo, the transformation. But somewhere beneath the lust, a voice of reason whispered, urging caution, reminding me of the balance we once cherished. Was this the moment to resist these urges, to reconsider the direction we were taking?

[venus-can99]

As always, Ky, another erotic update on your ongoing saga with Jaimee

[vmb69]

Based on your comment I would assume that the in-laws are more aware of what is going on. Would this be a fair assessment?

[michey]

Based on your comment I would assume that the in-laws are more aware of what is going on. Would this be a fair assessment?

Couldn't have asked that question better myself.

[Mycall]

I am going to wager a bet that at the end of these 6 months just as Ky is about to get Jaimee back he will be put in a situation where he is led into temptation and surrenders control for at least another 6 months.

I have played dominance games before and this is the exact strategy I would go with. Build up the expectation and desire over the period of denial and just as release is imminent you raise the stakes and use their inner desires against them. Ky won’t be able to step back from the edge and will end up willingly giving away what he was about to get back.

[elina]

Thanks Ky,

It is wonderful to follow your story.
I think the fact that you elected not take the opportunity to be with Joanna speaks volumes of how infatuated you are with Jaimee.

I am not going to opine about whats to come. The only thing I know is that it is not straight forward to predict. Maybe Sipho is correct, maybe not....

I am really looking forward to see your next updates.

Sincerely
elina

[mick_flow]

Wow, your writing is amazing. It is perfectly capturing what I think a lot of us feel, the taught tension between desire to have our wives and the desire and allure of sharing her. Watching her sexuality bloom, the confidence in her eyes as she transforms, the fear of loss, and the aching desire to push further.

I’ve re-read your last post a number of times. Love it. Please keep the writing coming.

I know you are catching us up, but like many here, I’m dying to know how you Jaimee and Sipho, and Joanna are now and how things evolved.

Having Sipho and especially Jaimee push you toward Joanna, are they getting you ready for the next stage of your wife’s transformation ? - At the moment while Sipho is Jaimee's primary, she is still being intimate with Ky, I wonder if by pushing Ky toward Joanna, they plan on breaking that. Leaving Jaimee only for Sipho and who he chooses? - Ky is able to watch and lust, but his only relief is under the tender touches of Joanna... I wonder if Joanna is as much into Jaimee's transformation as Ky is?

I also saw you updating on New Year’s Eve. What did Jaimee get up to for new years ? What did you get up to?

Wishing you all the best for 2025!