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

[venus-can99]

Very interesting to see how Sipho is playing a role in your life. Just a casual reader would assume that Sipho is a heartless Dom who wants to manipulate and tear your relationship apart. Reading between the lines IMO it is more than that as the glimpses of your conversations with Jamie seem to reveal.
Thanks for sharing this intimate look at your life....

[steel4u0987]

While I'd like to share more about the in-laws, I feel I have to keep that part brief and a bit vague. Thank you for understanding. What follows is a snippet from a visit we made earlier last year.

Visiting Jaimee's family has always been an adventure, especially with her protective older brothers, an observant father, and an overbearing mother who could give even the strictest nun a run for her money in both exactness and temper. My wife’s previous nipple rings were discreet, but these new, thicker ones were nearly impossible to obscure. Jaimee tried to mitigate this by wearing a thick, cable-knit jumper, but the fabric couldn't completely hide the telltale protrusions.

We were barely through the door when Jaimee's mother, her eyes like hawk's talons, zeroed in on the anomaly. "What in the bloody hell are you wearing, Jillian? Trying to pass yourself off as the bloody Virgin Mary with that jumper, are ye?" she barked, her voice rising with each syllable.

Jaimee rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's just a jumper, Mum. It's cold outside."

"Cold outside, my arse!" her mother retorted, planting her hands on her hips, her gaze drilling into Jaimee's chest. "What's that then? You've gone and done something daft, haven't you? Let me see!"

Jaimee's brothers and their wives chuckled nervously, trying to diffuse the tension, but Jaimee stood firm. "Mum, it's none of your business."

"None of my business?" her mother's voice scaled up an octave. "You're my daughter, and you're walking around like you've got coat hangers under your jumper! What would your father say? What would the neighbors think?"

Jaimee's father, ever the quiet man, mumbled something about putting the kettle on, clearly wishing to be anywhere else.

"Mum, my life, my choices," Jaimee said firmly, her voice calm but laced with defiance. "I'm happy with how I am. They're just a bit of jewelry."

"Happy? Happy?" her mother's face turned a shade of red that teetered between rage and comedy. "You were raised to be a lady, not some... some... tart! Covering up like you're in some ruddy burlesque show!"

The room burst into a mix of laughter and shock. One of Jaimee's brothers, attempting to lighten the mood, chimed in, "Mum, maybe she's just setting a new fashion trend. Nipple rings are in, aren't they?"

Jaimee's mum turned on him with a look that could curdle milk. "Don't you start, David! This isn't about fashion; it's about decency!"

Jaimee, her smirk now a full-blown grin, couldn't resist. "Mum, I'm a grown woman. Maybe you should focus on your knitting club or whatever and let me live my life."

The row escalated, Jaimee's mum's voice echoing through the house, a concoction of scolding and sheer disbelief. "You'll be the death of me, Jillian!" she exclaimed before shooting me a pointed look. "And I reckon you're just as much to blame for whatever madcap business you two are caught up in."

Jaimee just laughed, her humor a shield against her mother's onslaught. "Mum, you need to butt out. My life, my choices, remember?"
 

It was a quiet evening, the kind where the house felt like a sanctuary after the day's hustle. Jaimee looked breathtaking, even in her casual attire, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, a cascade of dark silk. The kids were tucked in, and we settled on the couch, the intimacy of our conversation was a balm to the ache I’d been feeling for weeks.


“I saw you in the back office of the club,” I finally said, the words having weighed on me for days until life's chaos settled enough for this conversation.

“I should hope so,” Jaimee replied with a sly smile. “I pulled the blinds up and left the lights on for you.”

“You set that up?” I asked, feeling a thrill of appreciation that she had considered me in her moment of hedonism.

Jaimee stretched out on the couch, her leggings riding up to reveal the spade tattoo on her ankle. I know I mention her tattoos frequently, but their impact on me is undeniable. The shapes, the stark black ink against her skin, they scream of sex, sin, unfaithfulness, extremes, pleasure, and raw lust. They're a constant reminder that while Jaimee remains a wife and mother, she's also embraced a life of promiscuity.

I recounted my conversation with Sipho, describing his visions for her future with as much detail as I could muster. Jaimee listened, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and deep contemplation.

"His ideas are... intriguing," she mused, her voice soft, carrying that distinctive British lilt, "certainly full of lust." She swallowed, taking a deep breath. "Anything’s possible in the circles Sipho moves in. He’s like the bloody LinkedIn of the shagging world."

A short laugh escaped me. "You've got a pretty strong resume in that role now."

"I suppose I've gained some rather useful experience," she admitted with a cheeky grin. She looked at me, her eyes teasing. "How about you? Do you want to see your wife with even more tattoos?"

"As long as you're my wife, I don’t care how many tattoos you get," I said.

"Mmmm, nice dodge," she quipped, her tone playful. "But tell me true, is that what you want?"

I shook my head. "A few tattoos I can live with, but please don’t cover yourself in them?"

"You can live with these," she said, pulling down the baggy shirt she’d nicked from me years ago, revealing the other spade tattoo on her breast.

"Well," I started, then paused to collect myself, the sight stirring a primal reaction in me, "we talked about lasering them off once we finish this game."

Jaimee nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of affection and defiance. "We did, but I have to admit, they’ve grown on me. I kind of like them—they’re so naughty."


My eyes widened. "You're thinking of keeping them?"

Jaimee shrugged, her expression playful yet thoughtful. "For a time." She looked down at her breast, her fingers playing with the nipple, twisting the metal ring that dangled from it. "Someday I'll go back to being your demure wife." She glanced up at me, her teasing smile dancing across her features. "Or maybe not. Maybe this transformation is permanent."

I groaned at the thought. Typically, the tattoos were hidden, especially as winter approached, but there were moments she'd let the ankle tattoo be visible. Most folks didn't notice; tattoos were commonplace now, but occasionally, someone in the know would do a double or triple take when they recognized the symbol's meaning.

Jaimee's hand moved to my thigh, then to my dick, stroking it through my trousers, her touch stoking a smoldering fire within me. "It'll be hard to go back to vanilla," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

The air thickened with tension as I gently pushed her back onto the couch, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. My hands roamed over her, pulling at her clothes with an urgency I hadn't felt in months. She responded with equal passion, but as I began to undress, she stopped me, her voice firm yet tender. "Ky, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'm going to fuck my wife," I declared, my voice heavy with desire.

"We can't. You agreed. My pussy belongs to someone else for another month."

"I don't care. I need you now," I growled, my desire overriding our agreement. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of approval, her voice teasing. "Where was this possessiveness five months ago? You didn’t have to let him mark me."

"Don't give me that. You wanted this as much as I did," I countered, my voice rough with need, pressing closer, my erection evident against her.

She admitted it with a nod, her breath catching. "I know. You're right. But we have to finish this game. It's just one more month."

"I can't wait another month," I said, desperation in my tone, attempting to guide myself into her.

She halted me again, her eyes serious. "You'll have to call Sipho after." She gave my dick a firm squeeze. "Tell him you took his girlfriend's pussy without permission. There will be a cost."

"What cost?" I demanded, the mix of lust and the thrill of the taboo electrifying.

"I don't know exactly, but he won't let this slide. He takes these games very seriously." She ran her thumb over the tip of my dick, sending a shockwave through me. "Maybe it'll be more time, an extra month or more," she breathed, her words fueling my desire further.

"I don't care," I declared, and with that, we crossed the line we'd set.

The sex was unlike anything before; it was raw, intense, filled with emotion. The room was saturated with the scent of our arousal, the sound of skin on skin, and our soft, urgent moans. The couch creaked under our movements, my hands exploring her body with a rekindled passion, feeling every curve, every tattoo, every mark of her journey. Her skin was warm under my touch, her gasps and whispers like music, pulling me deeper into our shared ecstasy. I watched her face, the expressions of pleasure shifting with each thrust, her eyes locked with mine, a silent conversation of love and possession.

We moved together, not just in body but in spirit, reclaiming each other in the most primal way. I was amazed at how she responded to me. It had been ages since I'd evoked such passion from her, but now she was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Yes, Ky! Fuck me—I need this," Jaimee declared as she began to cum.

I could feel her pussy pulsating around my dick. There was no faking this orgasm. It had been so long since I'd made her cum like this. The reality of it filled me with joy, watching her surrender to the pleasure, her body responding with undeniable authenticity.

As we lay there, our breaths slowing to a normal pace, the room still heavy with the scent of our lovemaking, Jaimee's voice sliced through the afterglow, pulling me back from the edge of contentment. "You need to call Sipho, tell him."

"Really? You were serious about that?" My voice was laced with reluctance, the idea of facing Sipho's wrath unsettling. "Why can't we keep this our secret?"

"Because," Jaimee's voice was soft yet firm, "we’re still playing the game, and that’s not how we agreed. Besides, he'll find out. It's better if it comes from you. The punishment will be less if you make the call." Her hand traced circles on my chest, each touch a reminder of the ecstasy we'd just shared.

"Punishment? Who’s he punishing, you or me?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.

Jaimee shifted, laying her head on my chest, her hair a curtain of dark silk against my skin. "Both, I suppose," she murmured, her breath warm against me.

The room was still charged with our earlier fervor, the air thick with the musk of sex, the echoes of our moans almost tangible. We lay there for a moment, her body pressed against mine, her skin still flushed from our passion. But the thought of Sipho's reaction loomed over us like a storm cloud.

After another round of sex, where I explored every inch of Jaimee's body once more, her responses driving me mad with desire, I finally reached for the phone. Jaimee sat up, her nude form a vision in the dim light of our living room. Her breasts hung heavily, the evening air cool against her skin, making her nipples stand out, still marked by the rings that symbolized her transformation. Her tattoos seemed to pulse with life, each one a story of her journey into this wild, erotic world.

I dialed Sipho, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and an odd thrill. "I had sex with my wife," I said, jumping right to the point, and trying to keep my voice calm.

"No, you had sex with my girlfriend," Sipho corrected, his accent cutting through the line like a blade. "I want details."

I hesitated, the vivid memory of Jaimee's body moving against mine, the way she bit her lip in pleasure, her moans filling the room, all played in my mind. "The basics are... it was intense, passionate. We couldn't wait. But it's fine, it’s just a game, right? No-harm-no-foul."

Sipho's voice was stern, the authority in his tone undeniable. "You gave your word, and now you’ve broken it. I’ve kept my end of the deal, even employing Jaimee, paying her well for her work."

The unspoken truth lingered in the air - his payments were as much for her sexual availability as for her labor, but I kept that thought silent as it also fueled my fire. My gaze drifted over Jaimee's form, her beauty both comforting and complicating our situation.

"How many times did you fuck my girlfriend?" Sipho pressed, his voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and control.

I sighed, feeling the conflict within me, the lust we'd just shared, and the reality of our agreement. "Twice. I needed it. We needed it."

The line was silent for a moment, the tension palpable. "Do you still want to play this game, or are you ready to throw in the towel?" Sipho asked, his question a crossroads in our path.

I glanced at Jaimee, her expression one of fierce desire mixed with an acknowledgment of the consequences. She didn't want this to end. I switched the phone to speaker, letting her hear every word. "We want to continue," I said, the decision feeling like a plunge into the unknown.

"I apologize for breaking my word," I added, the words heavy in my mouth, "I agree to go another month."

Sipho's laugh was low, mocking. "Oh, it's not just another month now. If you want to play again, you’ll send Jaimee to me right away. I'll decide the punishment, text it to you, and if you agree, we’ll go back to the game."

The realization of what this might mean hit me like a wave. Jaimee, my erotic muse, the mother of my children, my beautiful wife, sitting there with such vulnerability and strength. Her body was a testament to our journey, to a sexual transformation, and now she would possibly be subjected to further games under Sipho's control. The love and desire between us were palpable, but so was the angst, the fear of what we might lose or gain. The thought of what punishments Sipho might devise filled me with dread, a gut-wrenching twist that I felt deep in my core. Our game was far from over.

Especially hot when being pushed in a direction one is not entirely comfortable with.... Its the dream of every sissy to be forced to suck cocks!

[David52]

Ky, From the beginning of your posts years ago you have refferred to a "game" that you and Jaimee are playing and time again she has challenged that term with " who we are now". This must be an ongoing conversation between the two of you. Sipho certainly does not see it as a game and has laid out his understanding of how Lexi will progress. Even in your most recent post you mention that Jaimee loves the game as much as you. It would appear that she moved past you years ago and she is now trying to bring you along. Not the other way around.

Do you wonder what Sipho wants from Jaimee after the current "contract" expires? I see he refers to himself as a boyfriend now. Does his past experience with Zara and Oscar offer any insight? Does Zara still see Sipho?

I also wonder what Jaimee's friends see of her recent transformation? Lauren and Hanna had even become friends with Matt. What about Emilla? I hope Jaimee hasn't lost contact and support from her old friends.

It has always amazed me how both of you have been able to balance this incredible erotic path with the demands of a young family, I'm always interested in how you do it.

Your loyal followers are enjoying your recent spate of activity. Thanks for including us.

[mundyman]

Hi Ky,
I’ve followed your journey from the first page. It’s quite a path and transformation you’re on.
I’m not sure if you’re comfortable sharing this, but does Jaimie ever share the intimate conversations her and Sipho have?
Perhaps that is what had her as shook up as much as the physical changes he continues to impose on her. Did they talk about something that she is worried will bother you?
He is the Master manipulator. He finds a reason to break the relationship only to require new behaviors and modifications to continue your relationship. More tests for Jaimie and you to pass. More ways to draw Jaimie in tighter, willing to do anything to keep his affection and attention.
There is something different here. It’s about more than fucking isn’t it??
Jaimie has proven that she pull anyone she wants if she’s looking for some strange dick.
What is the attraction then??
Also does she service any women as a submissive to Sipho??
Thank you for taking time to share your story!!!

Thanks for following along and taking the time to comment. I don’t know why I enjoy reading comments so much, but I do, the good and the bad. Regarding intimate conversations, I plan to share some in my upcoming posts. There's a lot I don't write about due to time constraints or because some details don't make for good storytelling. I focus on the highlights, the moments that captivate me. Sometimes I'll combine experiences or shorten timelines to keep the narrative engaging. In other words, there's a lot of communication and groundwork happening behind the scenes that I don't share - you see the duck gliding on the water but not the frantic kicking beneath. That's me, kicking like mad below the surface.

On Jaimee's ability to attract anyone she wants, that's another area where I skip over some experiences. I don't think many would want to read about her rejections, or maybe they would, but I don't find it fun to write about. Truthfully, we've had our share of embarrassing and cringe-worthy moments over the years.

Finally, our relationship with Sipho is very much a give-and-take situation. Yes, he's adept at pushing both Jaimee's and my buttons, and he has his own interests at heart. But it's not all about one person; each of us has needs we want fulfilled. The challenge is in communicating those needs effectively, which has been its own learning curve. Maybe I should write about that too.

An observation and then a question or two.
Sipho seems to have this game down to a science. He finds an eager and submissivish couple who are interested in the life style, or more likely interested in raising the bar as they are in the life style. He gauges their interest, eagerness, and submissiveness by giving them simple tasks and measuring her, and his, willingness to do them and go along with them. Once he identifies their weaknesses he slowly ratchets up the demands on her, and him, all the while making each act seem normal as new expectations and demands are placed on her, and him.
The couple meanwhile is swimming in the adrenaline and endorphins rush created by each new experience until they need that rush, they seek that rush. Sipho has given them the path to experience “all the lifestyle has to offer” and to “see how far down the rabbit hole” they can go. He’s not evil, not looking to break them up, at least not intentionally, but he and his buddies get off on seeing how far they can take her, how extreme can the experiences get before she calls “Uncle’ and wants to stop or slow down. All the while giving the couple the illusion they are really in control, and he’s not acting without their consent and in their interest, providing the experiences and rush they told him they were seeking.
All the while the expectations become more extreme and harder to keep, and every time she, they, fail the expectations are raised under the threat of Sipho pulling away.
Until one day the expectations are raised so that she adapts the personality of what she has become, a willing whore for Sipho and whoever he shares her with. Now the changes are physical body modification. Yes there is added and exaggerated makeup, clothing and accessories, a changed hair color and style. But those are easily hidden or explained.
But now it’s entered the next level, changing her body and the husbands acceptance, if not encouragement of it, because deep inside he likes seeing his wife the whore for other men. The body modifications are next level; branding(the tattoos) no longer subtle but bold, exotic, erotic, larger nipples rings, more ear piercings. The tattoos not your basic spade or initial, but intricate art on an errogeonous part of the body, inviting others to look and marvel at her female form.
My questions:
1) where does the body modifications end? Will there be more, colorful, intricate tattoos? Will the face makeup be applied permanently via tattoo, lips can be colored as can eye liner and shadow, and eyebrows via tattoo?
2) will the expectations and penalties eventually become so severe that she eventually returns from a long weekend with Sipho with much larger, enhanced breasts or a BBL to create a larger ass, or both, thus making her look truly the bimbo slut? Her look competing with the online influencers who go to great lengths of body modification to have the biggest tits, or ass, or curves, or exaggerated bimbo look.
3) do you think Sipho is actually pimping her out and then men(women) having sex with her are paying Sipho for the opportunity?
4) have you and Jaimie truly talked limits? When does it become too much? Which demands, in the heat and passion of the moment, especially when you are not with her, eventually be enough for Jaimie to say enough is enough and she wants to tap out?

Good luck Ky. I find your story fascinating and cannot wait to read your next updates…

[cuckoldtipp]

KY-DA You two are HOT as Hell. You, Jamie/Lexi.. she has turned into a complete SLUT and yes I mean that as a compliment. She is Dragging you down the road to BE a Complete CUCKOLD or are you DRAGGING her down the road to COMPLETE SLUT....Sipho is DRAGGING you 2 somewhere...It's HOT as HELL. I'm jealous of you. Have a GREAT Ride. HOT AS HELL..

[cuckoldtipp]

KY-DA You two are HOT as Hell. You, Jamie/Lexi.. she has turned into a complete SLUT and yes I mean that as a compliment. She is Dragging you down the road to BE a Complete CUCKOLD or are you DRAGGING her down the road to COMPLETE SLUT....Sipho is DRAGGING you 2 somewhere...It's HOT as HELL. I'm jealous of you. Have a GREAT Ride. HOT AS HELL..

[cuckoldtipp]

KY-DA You two are HOT as Hell. You, Jamie/Lexi.. she has turned into a complete SLUT and yes I mean that as a compliment. She is Dragging you down the road to BE a Complete CUCKOLD or are you DRAGGING her down the road to COMPLETE SLUT....Sipho is DRAGGING you 2 somewhere...It's HOT as HELL. I'm jealous of you. Have a GREAT Ride. HOT AS HELL..

[cuckoldtipp]

Sorry for the 3 posts. It kept saying not sent. I don't know how to delete the others. But still all meant

[Ky_Da]

Ky, From the beginning of your posts years ago you have refferred to a "game" that you and Jaimee are playing and time again she has challenged that term with " who we are now". This must be an ongoing conversation between the two of you. Sipho certainly does not see it as a game and has laid out his understanding of how Lexi will progress. Even in your most recent post you mention that Jaimee loves the game as much as you. It would appear that she moved past you years ago and she is now trying to bring you along. Not the other way around.

Do you wonder what Sipho wants from Jaimee after the current "contract" expires? I see he refers to himself as a boyfriend now. Does his past experience with Zara and Oscar offer any insight? Does Zara still see Sipho?

I also wonder what Jaimee's friends see of her recent transformation? Lauren and Hanna had even become friends with Matt. What about Emilla? I hope Jaimee hasn't lost contact and support from her old friends.

It has always amazed me how both of you have been able to balance this incredible erotic path with the demands of a young family, I'm always interested in how you do it.

Your loyal followers are enjoying your recent spate of activity. Thanks for including us.

I do like reading and seeing other people’s perspectives. Your observation about where Jaimee is in the game compared to me made me reflect. She started down this road years ago very much wanting to humor my kinks, doing it for me to satisfy my desires. But over time that changed. She enjoys the experience, even wants it, as much as I do. Is she farther down that road than I am, I don’t know. It’s a good question.

Regarding Sipho, Zara, and Oscar. They played together for several years, until Oscar and Zara decided they wanted to do a lot of traveling and weren’t going to be in the UK. They ended it amicably and are still close friends today. The fact that they ended it well and are still friends went a long way to build trust and confidence in Sipho. And no, Zara does not hook up with Sipho.

As far as my wife’s friends, they’re still close for the most part, especially Emilia. I’m going to think on this for a time and see about a more thorough post. It’s worth a longer narrative.

Thanks for the comments!

[Ky_Da]

Hi Ky,
I’ve followed your journey from the first page. It’s quite a path and transformation you’re on.
I’m not sure if you’re comfortable sharing this, but does Jaimie ever share the intimate conversations her and Sipho have?
Perhaps that is what had her as shook up as much as the physical changes he continues to impose on her. Did they talk about something that she is worried will bother you?
He is the Master manipulator. He finds a reason to break the relationship only to require new behaviors and modifications to continue your relationship. More tests for Jaimie and you to pass. More ways to draw Jaimie in tighter, willing to do anything to keep his affection and attention.
There is something different here. It’s about more than fucking isn’t it??
Jaimie has proven that she pull anyone she wants if she’s looking for some strange dick.
What is the attraction then??
Also does she service any women as a submissive to Sipho??
Thank you for taking time to share your story!!!

Thanks for following along and taking the time to comment. I don’t know why I enjoy reading comments so much, but I do, the good and the bad. Regarding intimate conversations, I plan to share some in my upcoming posts. There's a lot I don't write about due to time constraints or because some details don't make for good storytelling. I focus on the highlights, the moments that captivate me. Sometimes I'll combine experiences or shorten timelines to keep the narrative engaging. In other words, there's a lot of communication and groundwork happening behind the scenes that I don't share - you see the duck gliding on the water but not the frantic kicking beneath. That's me, kicking like mad below the surface.

On Jaimee's ability to attract anyone she wants, that's another area where I skip over some experiences. I don't think many would want to read about her rejections, or maybe they would, but I don't find it fun to write about. Truthfully, we've had our share of embarrassing and cringe-worthy moments over the years.

Finally, our relationship with Sipho is very much a give-and-take situation. Yes, he's adept at pushing both Jaimee's and my buttons, and he has his own interests at heart. But it's not all about one person; each of us has needs we want fulfilled. The challenge is in communicating those needs effectively, which has been its own learning curve. Maybe I should write about that too.

An observation and then a question or two.
Sipho seems to have this game down to a science. He finds an eager and submissivish couple who are interested in the life style, or more likely interested in raising the bar as they are in the life style. He gauges their interest, eagerness, and submissiveness by giving them simple tasks and measuring her, and his, willingness to do them and go along with them. Once he identifies their weaknesses he slowly ratchets up the demands on her, and him, all the while making each act seem normal as new expectations and demands are placed on her, and him.
The couple meanwhile is swimming in the adrenaline and endorphins rush created by each new experience until they need that rush, they seek that rush. Sipho has given them the path to experience “all the lifestyle has to offer” and to “see how far down the rabbit hole” they can go. He’s not evil, not looking to break them up, at least not intentionally, but he and his buddies get off on seeing how far they can take her, how extreme can the experiences get before she calls “Uncle’ and wants to stop or slow down. All the while giving the couple the illusion they are really in control, and he’s not acting without their consent and in their interest, providing the experiences and rush they told him they were seeking.
All the while the expectations become more extreme and harder to keep, and every time she, they, fail the expectations are raised under the threat of Sipho pulling away.
Until one day the expectations are raised so that she adapts the personality of what she has become, a willing whore for Sipho and whoever he shares her with. Now the changes are physical body modification. Yes there is added and exaggerated makeup, clothing and accessories, a changed hair color and style. But those are easily hidden or explained.
But now it’s entered the next level, changing her body and the husbands acceptance, if not encouragement of it, because deep inside he likes seeing his wife the whore for other men. The body modifications are next level; branding(the tattoos) no longer subtle but bold, exotic, erotic, larger nipples rings, more ear piercings. The tattoos not your basic spade or initial, but intricate art on an errogeonous part of the body, inviting others to look and marvel at her female form.
My questions:
1) where does the body modifications end? Will there be more, colorful, intricate tattoos? Will the face makeup be applied permanently via tattoo, lips can be colored as can eye liner and shadow, and eyebrows via tattoo?
2) will the expectations and penalties eventually become so severe that she eventually returns from a long weekend with Sipho with much larger, enhanced breasts or a BBL to create a larger ass, or both, thus making her look truly the bimbo slut? Her look competing with the online influencers who go to great lengths of body modification to have the biggest tits, or ass, or curves, or exaggerated bimbo look.
3) do you think Sipho is actually pimping her out and then men(women) having sex with her are paying Sipho for the opportunity?
4) have you and Jaimie truly talked limits? When does it become too much? Which demands, in the heat and passion of the moment, especially when you are not with her, eventually be enough for Jaimie to say enough is enough and she wants to tap out?

Good luck Ky. I find your story fascinating and cannot wait to read your next updates…

Some great comments and questions. Those first paragraphs are well thought out.

As to your questions and where this ends, that is THE question. I don't see Sipho as an evil person, just a man who enjoys his own kinks and is very good at satisfying them. I'm sure he has his own limits, but I don't know where those are. That's an interesting question in itself. As to our limits, Sipho will happily take us as far as we're willing to go. The way he sees it, it's up to us to say 'uncle', and if we don't, we're adults and are allowed to make the decision.

That said, I don't have any desire to see my wife take on the bimbo look as you describe above, and as I sit here typing, the items listed in bullet two are all a hard pass. Yet, I know there are already people climbing to their keyboards to tell me we've already gone past a number of previously set limits, and, you're not wrong. Jaimee and I talk frequently and for long lengths about these things during our tag-ups.

I have a lot more thoughts on this, but typing them out on the phone in the middle of the night isn't all that productive. Hopefully some of your questions will be answered in future posts. I have a lot of catching up to do still.

Ky,

[Ky_Da]

I have a sick kid I'm taking care of here in the middle of the night, so it gave me time to finish up another post.

In the days following Lexi's transformation, life settled into a surprising normalcy. Lexi seamlessly transitioned back into her roles as wife and mother, embodying the Jaimee I know so well. She's been deeply involved in reorganizing Sipho's business with tasks like document control and file sharing. It's mundane work, but it provides her with the flexibility to work part-time. She wore loose dresses for a time while the new tattoo continued to heal, she complained that it felt like she had a bad sunburn on her hip and arse, but after a time, she went back to the shorter Lexi skirts Sipho required.

Our lifestyle, this game we play, has a peculiar rhythm to it. There are days of intense emotional peaks, where I watch Jaimee morph into Lexi, indulge in her desires with other men, embracing her sluttish side. Then, there are days of the most ordinary routine, where our evenings are spent on the family room floor, playing board games with the kids. While these family moments carry a deeper, more substantial meaning, there's an undeniable part of me that craves the continuation of Lexi's escapades. I yearn for her to let that audacious persona loose, to keep playing the game we've grown to love.

Every day, I'm learning just how potent lust can be, understanding why it's counted among the seven deadly sins. It's a force so compelling that it can consume your life, steering you away from what truly matters. Lately, I feel like I have a perpetual hardon. When I step into the bathroom while my wife is showering, the sight of her - her body adorned with art, the heavy rings pulling at her nipples, her long, thick hair falling to the small of her back, all pulls me into the gravity well of lust. I love Jaimee for her heart, her quirks, her imperfections, and her humor, but now, seeing her naked form overwhelms me like a tidal wave, my thoughts immediately drawn to her extramarital escapades.

I can't go a day without something triggering me, leading to an erection that lasts for hours. For instance, Jaimee and I use a shared online calendar to keep track of everything. It's got all the usual stuff like doctor appointments, dental checkups, and then there are the blocks for when Jaimee's working or with Sipho. They used to be labeled "Sexy Time", but since we extended our deal with Sipho, Jaimee renamed them "Lexi Time." I don't know why such a small change hit me so hard, but it did.

Another change that got to me was in our bathroom and closet. One morning, I walked in to see she'd set aside an entire drawer for Lexi. It was stuffed with new makeup, perfumes, and nail products. In the closet, she'd rearranged her jewelry to make room for new bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. Her wardrobe was also growing, with clothes that were clearly picked out for Lexi's style.

A couple of weeks into the New Deal, life returned in large part to its prior routine. Jaimee's new tattoos had healed up, work for me continued with minimal travel, and Joanna kept up with her studies and childcare duties. I finished work for the day as Lexi was preparing to go out for the evening. She was in the process of transformation, turning from Jaimee into Lexi right before my eyes.

Her makeup was a stark contrast to her everyday look. She applied a thick, black eyeliner, creating sharp wings that made her eyes look almost predatory. Her lips were painted a deep, glossy red, the kind that screams sex appeal without saying a word. Her cheeks had a touch of blush, giving her skin a flushed glow. Her new chestnut colored hair was styled in big, voluminous waves that cascaded down her back.

Lexi's outfit was equally provocative. She wore a tight, black corset that cinched her waist and pushed up her breasts, making the spade tattoo on her right breast almost leap out. Below, she had on a mini skirt made of leather, so short that it barely covered anything, teasing with every step. Her legs were encased in fishnet stockings, leading down to high, strappy heels that emphasized her calves.

For jewelry, she chose pieces that screamed 'Lexi'. A choker necklace with a small, dangling charm rested just at her throat. Her wrists were adorned with thick, bangle bracelets, and in her ears, she wore large, dangling hoops that swayed with every turn of her head. The chain link tattoo around her ankle peeked out from under the stockings.

Finished with her transformation, Lexi approached and ran her long nails down my chest over the top of my shirt. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said, her voice attempting a sultry tone but betraying a faint quiver of nerves. Her newfound confidence was palpable, yet I could see the edges of her comfort zone fraying. She was pulling off the act well, but knowing her as I did, I could spot the subtle signs of her anxiety.

I leaned in and whispered, ”God you’re beautiful.” I breathed her in and tried to freeze this image in my memory.

“You don’t think this is a bit too much?” my wife asked me, raising one eyebrow.

“Absolutely, but I love it,” I replied.

Jaimee’s features visibly relaxed and she gave me a smile. “Good. Because tonight, I’m going to be the slut Sipho has trained me to be,” she said, her voice gaining strength.

“When I come home tomorrow, I’ll be marked by his scent, his touch, his pleasure,” she continued, her eyes locking with mine, a mix of challenge and seduction.

“I hope you think of me, Ky, when I’m on my knees, pleasing him, when his hands are where yours should be. Will you be hard for me then, knowing I’m his to enjoy?” she teased. “I’ve had his cock in my mouth so many times I’ve lost count.”

“Or perhaps,” she leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear, “you’ll enjoy knowing I’m stretched and satisfied, in ways only he can manage. Will that thought keep you up, waiting for me?”

She pulled back slightly, her smile wicked. "He’s invited two of his friends over. They’re all going to take me in ways you’re not allowed." Her smile grew, and I knew the teasing was only going to grow. "You realize that when you next sleep with your wife, you'll only have had me a few times, compared to the dozens of other men who have taken me over, and over, and over..."

Her words were like a match to dry tinder, igniting my lust and jealousy in equal measure. I felt a shiver run through me as she painted this vivid mental picture.

“I’m going to swallow so much cum tonight,” she said, reaching out and running her index finger over my chin and down my throat. “Jaimee might be your loving wife, but Lexi lives to be used, to be fucked, to be the center of every man's dirty fantasy."

“Good god, woman,” I said through gritted teeth. I felt lightheaded enough that I started thinking I better find a place to sit down. Jaimee, or rather, Lexi, gave me a light kiss on the cheek and with a sway in her hips, she walked toward the door. Her ride was outside, waiting for her to come out and get in his car.

I watched her leave, dressed like a lady of the night, headed toward Sipho’s awaiting car. When I turned away from the door, I found Joanna sitting on the bottom stair, her dark red hair pulled into a thick plait that draped over her shoulder.

“Someone’s gonna have a reet good time tonight,” she said, her Scouse accent thick, her eyes glancing toward the door. “Lexi’s pure sex appeal, innit?”

I shook myself, forcing a smile. My blood was pumping right then, and I just wanted to go upstairs and, as they say here, have a wank. But it was still relatively early, and I didn’t need to work the following day, so I forced myself to wait for a time before going upstairs.

Joanna giggled. “Cat got your tongue, has it?”

“Something like that,” I admitted, my mind still reeling from Lexi's departure.

“I could distract ya,” Joanna said with a teasing smile. She must have seen my surprised look because she laughed lightly and said, “I was talkin' about puttin' on a film. But I’m willin' to entertain other ‘alternative’ options,” she said, dragging out the last word with a playful tug at her plait, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing myself to re-center. I was in precarious waters and needed to tread carefully. “I movie sounds good,” I said, gesturing toward the family room.

I settled onto the sofa and picked out a film, trying to focus on the screen rather than the lingering thoughts of Lexi. I’d recently purchased a new sound bar, so I put on Interstellar to test it out. The movie has a great soundtrack and I thought listening to it on the new sound system might give me some relief. Some time later, Joanna walked in, carrying a large bag of crisps.

“Thought you might need something to munch on while we watch,” she said, setting the crisps down on the coffee table with a cheeky grin. “Nothing like a good bag of Cheese and Onion Crisps, eh?”

“And these are nothing like a good bag of crisps,” I said, repeating an old joke.

Joanna looked at me with a confused look, obviously not getting the joke.

I chuckled, thinking to explain, but before I could, Joanna had already moved closer, crawling up next to me on the sofa. She nestled into my side, her warmth and the scent of her hair a sudden jolt to my senses.

I started to protest but she shushed me gently, her finger to her lips. "Shh, we’re just watching a movie," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring.

She opened the bag of crisps, the familiar crunch filling the room as she offered it to me. I took a handful, the salty, tangy flavor grounding me in the moment. We shared the bag, her shoulder pressing into mine, creating a bubble of intimacy that felt both comforting and potentially very dangerous. The movie played and the sound from the new speakers sounded amazing, but my mind was split between the movie and the closeness of Joanna, her presence a temptation to my resolve.

Unlike my wife, Joanna is a big sci-fi fan, and we’ve read many of the same books. I can’t get Jaimee to touch sci-fi even if my life depended on it; she's all about those 19th-century Russian novels, the kind where you read at a snail's pace just to keep up with the plot.

During the movie, we found ourselves talking about books, hitting upon a comfortable, safe topic. It was during our discussion of 'The Expanse'—one of my all-time favorites—that Joanna asked, “Are Lexi and Sipho going to the SP in a couple of weeks? Do you know if you’ll go?”

Now, let me clarify, the group that organizes these swinger parties—they don’t call them that. They use 'SP', like the initials somehow make it less risqué. I don’t get it, but that's how it is.

“Likely they will,” I said after forcing a swallow. “I’m not sure I will.”

“Why’s that?” Joanna asked.

I shrugged, “It’s complicated,” was all I could muster. Then, I turned my head towards her. “Are you going?” I asked, more to throw her off her line of questioning.

“Not bloody likely,” Joanna burst out. “Yer know me parents go to them. No one needs to see that. Least of all me.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Fair point.” I looked back toward the movie that was still playing in the background. “I can’t imagine what life must’ve been like for you growin’ up. Especially with how open your parents were. There’s no way I’m tellin’ my kids any of this—ever.”

“I’d agree with that,” Joanna said. “I don’t fault me parents for their choices, but I probably didn’t need to see half of what I did as a kid.”

Joanna and I talked like that until the movie ended. As I turned off the TV, I felt Joanna shift next to me. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth from her face against mine. Before I could pull back, she pushed toward me and gave me a short kiss on the lips. Her lips were warm and soft. And I instantly wished I didn’t know that. But before I could protest, Joanna shifted forward and stood up. And just like that she was gone, off to her room. I felt something ominous brewing in the Ky household.

I shook my head again and made my way to my room to go to bed. I knew I'd have to address the 'Joanna situation' soon to avoid falling into a potential pitfall. The way things were unfolding, it would be all too easy to let things happen and end up sleeping with her. While that might feel incredible in the moment and be a thrilling experience in the short term, it seemed like I'd be wading into waters way over my head. I can hardly keep one relationship healthy; I couldn't fathom how to handle one with two women involved.

Lexi’s Diary

When I reached my room, I pulled off my shirt and headed to the bathroom. As I passed by the small white desk my wife uses for work, my eyes caught sight of a black notebook. It was one of those specific Thinkers notebooks I always buy for my notes, drawn to their unique paper quality, texture, and how my writing looks on their pages. My office is lined with shelves of these notebooks.

For a moment, I thought I might have mistakenly left one there, so I picked it up and flipped through it. I quickly realized it wasn't mine; my writing is all caps, bold and blocky. My wife's, however, is a thing of beauty, like the writing in an old, handwritten letter from a bygone era.

It quickly became clear that what I was holding was a diary, each page dated with a daily entry. Upon closer inspection, I noticed there were only about two weeks' worth of writings. Curious, I turned the notebook over to examine the cover. There, written in white calligraphy, was the name "Lexi". My knees felt instantly weak. This was something my wife had begun after she adopted the name Lexi, marking the start of our new agreement with Sipho.

I was immediately tempted to start reading, but I paused to consider if it was right. Was this an invasion of privacy, or had the diary been left out intentionally for me to find? I gave it a moment's thought, but I knew deep down there was no way I wasn't going to read it. I felt my heartbeat increase and had to take a deep breath as I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the notebook to the first page.

[coastalkid]

I feel some revelations coming on!

[David52]

Dickens has nothing on you Ky.

[mick_flow]

I'm a huge fan of Sci-Fi too, although I'm sorry I have to disagree with Joanna, it's either Salt and Vinegar or a good packet of Prawn and Cocktail

But Joanna, wow, she's tempting. Very tempting... and she's (attempting Scouse accent) "Weerkin' rRreally 'ard on youu Ky"...

When myself and my wife started down this journey I wanted someone to talk to about this. Not having anyone else in the lifestyle that I could physically talk to about it was hard. Very hard. It sounds like, that at least with Joanna there maybe someone you can physically talk to. I mean this site is awesome as are the folks on it. But you can't beat an in person natter. At least she's aware and sees the transformation.Although she does sound like she's a vested interest too....

It seems like Jaimee is doing a great job of trying to keep "Lexi" and "Jaimee" separate. Creating the draw / bathroom space for her. But I wonder if the lure of Lexi and some of her choices will start to blur. There are parts of Lexi that are going to be hard for either of you to pass up on?

I'm also wondering as Jaimee mentioned that she felt guilty having a good time and not being able to help you. I wonder if that guilt holds her back at all. I wonder if, she wants more, but doesn't want to feel like she's abandoning you, so stops short of giving into that desire. Perhaps by encouraging you to be with Joanna, she is able to free herself of the guilt. Allowing herself to bathe more deeply in the lustful desires of Lexi, able to let you go, let herself go, and delve the little be deeper into the forbidden waters of desire?

...and damn it Ky... another cliff hanger... [F5]...

Seriously, hope the little one feels better soon. We'll all be here waiting for the next update...

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the late night update Ky and hope your kid is feeling better. Looking forward to more of Lexi’s diary and other fabulous updates

[wannabecUKold]

I reckon you could take your litle Scouse girl to bed and have some fun with her while your beloved Jaimee is gone, replaced by Lexi. Jaimee is OK with that, as I recall. Joanna would understand it was just fun, I am sure.
Why not at least see her naked, her pretty young body. "Cum on, whack, get yer kecks off. You like me body?"

[mundyman]

Hi Ky,
I’ve followed your journey from the first page. It’s quite a path and transformation you’re on.
I’m not sure if you’re comfortable sharing this, but does Jaimie ever share the intimate conversations her and Sipho have?
Perhaps that is what had her as shook up as much as the physical changes he continues to impose on her. Did they talk about something that she is worried will bother you?
He is the Master manipulator. He finds a reason to break the relationship only to require new behaviors and modifications to continue your relationship. More tests for Jaimie and you to pass. More ways to draw Jaimie in tighter, willing to do anything to keep his affection and attention.
There is something different here. It’s about more than fucking isn’t it??
Jaimie has proven that she pull anyone she wants if she’s looking for some strange dick.
What is the attraction then??
Also does she service any women as a submissive to Sipho??
Thank you for taking time to share your story!!!

Thanks for following along and taking the time to comment. I don’t know why I enjoy reading comments so much, but I do, the good and the bad. Regarding intimate conversations, I plan to share some in my upcoming posts. There's a lot I don't write about due to time constraints or because some details don't make for good storytelling. I focus on the highlights, the moments that captivate me. Sometimes I'll combine experiences or shorten timelines to keep the narrative engaging. In other words, there's a lot of communication and groundwork happening behind the scenes that I don't share - you see the duck gliding on the water but not the frantic kicking beneath. That's me, kicking like mad below the surface.

On Jaimee's ability to attract anyone she wants, that's another area where I skip over some experiences. I don't think many would want to read about her rejections, or maybe they would, but I don't find it fun to write about. Truthfully, we've had our share of embarrassing and cringe-worthy moments over the years.

Finally, our relationship with Sipho is very much a give-and-take situation. Yes, he's adept at pushing both Jaimee's and my buttons, and he has his own interests at heart. But it's not all about one person; each of us has needs we want fulfilled. The challenge is in communicating those needs effectively, which has been its own learning curve. Maybe I should write about that too.

An observation and then a question or two.
Sipho seems to have this game down to a science. He finds an eager and submissivish couple who are interested in the life style, or more likely interested in raising the bar as they are in the life style. He gauges their interest, eagerness, and submissiveness by giving them simple tasks and measuring her, and his, willingness to do them and go along with them. Once he identifies their weaknesses he slowly ratchets up the demands on her, and him, all the while making each act seem normal as new expectations and demands are placed on her, and him.
The couple meanwhile is swimming in the adrenaline and endorphins rush created by each new experience until they need that rush, they seek that rush. Sipho has given them the path to experience “all the lifestyle has to offer” and to “see how far down the rabbit hole” they can go. He’s not evil, not looking to break them up, at least not intentionally, but he and his buddies get off on seeing how far they can take her, how extreme can the experiences get before she calls “Uncle’ and wants to stop or slow down. All the while giving the couple the illusion they are really in control, and he’s not acting without their consent and in their interest, providing the experiences and rush they told him they were seeking.
All the while the expectations become more extreme and harder to keep, and every time she, they, fail the expectations are raised under the threat of Sipho pulling away.
Until one day the expectations are raised so that she adapts the personality of what she has become, a willing whore for Sipho and whoever he shares her with. Now the changes are physical body modification. Yes there is added and exaggerated makeup, clothing and accessories, a changed hair color and style. But those are easily hidden or explained.
But now it’s entered the next level, changing her body and the husbands acceptance, if not encouragement of it, because deep inside he likes seeing his wife the whore for other men. The body modifications are next level; branding(the tattoos) no longer subtle but bold, exotic, erotic, larger nipples rings, more ear piercings. The tattoos not your basic spade or initial, but intricate art on an errogeonous part of the body, inviting others to look and marvel at her female form.
My questions:
1) where does the body modifications end? Will there be more, colorful, intricate tattoos? Will the face makeup be applied permanently via tattoo, lips can be colored as can eye liner and shadow, and eyebrows via tattoo?
2) will the expectations and penalties eventually become so severe that she eventually returns from a long weekend with Sipho with much larger, enhanced breasts or a BBL to create a larger ass, or both, thus making her look truly the bimbo slut? Her look competing with the online influencers who go to great lengths of body modification to have the biggest tits, or ass, or curves, or exaggerated bimbo look.
3) do you think Sipho is actually pimping her out and then men(women) having sex with her are paying Sipho for the opportunity?
4) have you and Jaimie truly talked limits? When does it become too much? Which demands, in the heat and passion of the moment, especially when you are not with her, eventually be enough for Jaimie to say enough is enough and she wants to tap out?

Good luck Ky. I find your story fascinating and cannot wait to read your next updates…

Some great comments and questions. Those first paragraphs are well thought out.

As to your questions and where this ends, that is THE question. I don't see Sipho as an evil person, just a man who enjoys his own kinks and is very good at satisfying them. I'm sure he has his own limits, but I don't know where those are. That's an interesting question in itself. As to our limits, Sipho will happily take us as far as we're willing to go. The way he sees it, it's up to us to say 'uncle', and if we don't, we're adults and are allowed to make the decision.

That said, I don't have any desire to see my wife take on the bimbo look as you describe above, and as I sit here typing, the items listed in bullet two are all a hard pass. Yet, I know there are already people climbing to their keyboards to tell me we've already gone past a number of previously set limits, and, you're not wrong. Jaimee and I talk frequently and for long lengths about these things during our tag-ups.

I have a lot more thoughts on this, but typing them out on the phone in the middle of the night isn't all that productive. Hopefully some of your questions will be answered in future posts. I have a lot of catching up to do still.

Ky,

Thank you for your response. Like I said I’m fascinated by the totality o your journey going back to Cali days.
Best wishes to you and your family!!

[mundyman]

Thanks for following along and taking the time to comment. I don’t know why I enjoy reading comments so much, but I do, the good and the bad. Regarding intimate conversations, I plan to share some in my upcoming posts. There's a lot I don't write about due to time constraints or because some details don't make for good storytelling. I focus on the highlights, the moments that captivate me. Sometimes I'll combine experiences or shorten timelines to keep the narrative engaging. In other words, there's a lot of communication and groundwork happening behind the scenes that I don't share - you see the duck gliding on the water but not the frantic kicking beneath. That's me, kicking like mad below the surface.

On Jaimee's ability to attract anyone she wants, that's another area where I skip over some experiences. I don't think many would want to read about her rejections, or maybe they would, but I don't find it fun to write about. Truthfully, we've had our share of embarrassing and cringe-worthy moments over the years.

Finally, our relationship with Sipho is very much a give-and-take situation. Yes, he's adept at pushing both Jaimee's and my buttons, and he has his own interests at heart. But it's not all about one person; each of us has needs we want fulfilled. The challenge is in communicating those needs effectively, which has been its own learning curve. Maybe I should write about that too.

An observation and then a question or two.
Sipho seems to have this game down to a science. He finds an eager and submissivish couple who are interested in the life style, or more likely interested in raising the bar as they are in the life style. He gauges their interest, eagerness, and submissiveness by giving them simple tasks and measuring her, and his, willingness to do them and go along with them. Once he identifies their weaknesses he slowly ratchets up the demands on her, and him, all the while making each act seem normal as new expectations and demands are placed on her, and him.
The couple meanwhile is swimming in the adrenaline and endorphins rush created by each new experience until they need that rush, they seek that rush. Sipho has given them the path to experience “all the lifestyle has to offer” and to “see how far down the rabbit hole” they can go. He’s not evil, not looking to break them up, at least not intentionally, but he and his buddies get off on seeing how far they can take her, how extreme can the experiences get before she calls “Uncle’ and wants to stop or slow down. All the while giving the couple the illusion they are really in control, and he’s not acting without their consent and in their interest, providing the experiences and rush they told him they were seeking.
All the while the expectations become more extreme and harder to keep, and every time she, they, fail the expectations are raised under the threat of Sipho pulling away.
Until one day the expectations are raised so that she adapts the personality of what she has become, a willing whore for Sipho and whoever he shares her with. Now the changes are physical body modification. Yes there is added and exaggerated makeup, clothing and accessories, a changed hair color and style. But those are easily hidden or explained.
But now it’s entered the next level, changing her body and the husbands acceptance, if not encouragement of it, because deep inside he likes seeing his wife the whore for other men. The body modifications are next level; branding(the tattoos) no longer subtle but bold, exotic, erotic, larger nipples rings, more ear piercings. The tattoos not your basic spade or initial, but intricate art on an errogeonous part of the body, inviting others to look and marvel at her female form.
My questions:
1) where does the body modifications end? Will there be more, colorful, intricate tattoos? Will the face makeup be applied permanently via tattoo, lips can be colored as can eye liner and shadow, and eyebrows via tattoo?
2) will the expectations and penalties eventually become so severe that she eventually returns from a long weekend with Sipho with much larger, enhanced breasts or a BBL to create a larger ass, or both, thus making her look truly the bimbo slut? Her look competing with the online influencers who go to great lengths of body modification to have the biggest tits, or ass, or curves, or exaggerated bimbo look.
3) do you think Sipho is actually pimping her out and then men(women) having sex with her are paying Sipho for the opportunity?
4) have you and Jaimie truly talked limits? When does it become too much? Which demands, in the heat and passion of the moment, especially when you are not with her, eventually be enough for Jaimie to say enough is enough and she wants to tap out?

Good luck Ky. I find your story fascinating and cannot wait to read your next updates…

Some great comments and questions. Those first paragraphs are well thought out.

As to your questions and where this ends, that is THE question. I don't see Sipho as an evil person, just a man who enjoys his own kinks and is very good at satisfying them. I'm sure he has his own limits, but I don't know where those are. That's an interesting question in itself. As to our limits, Sipho will happily take us as far as we're willing to go. The way he sees it, it's up to us to say 'uncle', and if we don't, we're adults and are allowed to make the decision.

That said, I don't have any desire to see my wife take on the bimbo look as you describe above, and as I sit here typing, the items listed in bullet two are all a hard pass. Yet, I know there are already people climbing to their keyboards to tell me we've already gone past a number of previously set limits, and, you're not wrong. Jaimee and I talk frequently and for long lengths about these things during our tag-ups.

I have a lot more thoughts on this, but typing them out on the phone in the middle of the night isn't all that productive. Hopefully some of your questions will be answered in future posts. I have a lot of catching up to do still.

Ky,

Thank you for your response.
Saying that you and Jaimie talk frequently about the aspects of your relationship with Sipho, your relationship, and your individual thoughts and reactions to your experiences says alot.
Like I said I’m fascinated by the totality o your journey going back to Cali days.
Best wishes to you and your family!!

[mundyman]

I think Lexi is talking to Joanna about relieving your stress and keeping you satisfied.
In no way do I see her blatant come on to you is something she is doing on her own, or without Jaimie’s encouragement.

[Rogueuser1]

Hope the kid feels better soon - that is no fun.
Thanks again for another great update, hopefully you read the diary!

[Johng1953]

Don't stop there!

[mick_flow]

Ky’s got a knack for leaving you asking for more…

… agghhh…. The anticipation….

[nnjcpl2002]

Of course the Lexi diary was left there for you to read. And I suspect that you will do so!

[mundyman]

Of course the Lexi diary was left there for you to read. And I suspect that you will do so!

I would whole heartedly agree that she left the diary conveniently in a place that Ky could find it, knowing that he could not resist the temptation of reading it.
My guess is this is how she will let him know the depths of the depravity she has reached with Sipho as he has made her assume her new persona as Lexi the Whore for anybody Sipho chooses, or who pays.

[coastalkid]

I'm anxiously awaiting the next installment from Ky. This is a compelling thread! Great writing Ky, thank you!