I Could Never Bring Myself To Tell This To My Husband Though Would Readily Agree If He Suggests.

One of the sexiest blog I came across Loved it to the core And I am happy that you are an Indian Thank you existing dear

Thank you for the kind words.

Could there be a better selection of words? or expression?

First off your page is amazing! I read a fair few of these and your writing and sensual erotic tone hits the spot every time! I find myself thinking of you and your adevntures often in my day! Is there anything I could send you back to try and rebalance all the sexual fun you have given me?

I am thankful to you for the kind compliments. That you mentioned them is more than enough for me.

Hey babe, r u in for some online fun???

No. My offline life is far more attractive to me than the online one.

Experienc(ed & ing) this first hand.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

How my stag possessed me - Part 3

Contd from part 2...

As I watched my husband go out of sight, R said, “for some reason you appear to be known to me from very long”. I said even I feel that way though I am pretty sure this is the first time that we are meeting. He asked me to take a seat at a table on the slightly thinner part of the crowd. Instead of sitting across me, he pulled his chair next to mine. He said, “I feel very familiar to you, would you mind if I feel your thigh?” I kind of screamed out “yesssss” in my mind, but outwardly just smiled and mentioned, “I am sure there will be a time for that”. He smiled knowingly and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He took out his mobile phone and asked me for my number. Something in me prompted me to narrate it effortlessly. He said, “good girl, save mine, will call you tomorrow once your husband reaches office”. I kind of mumbled off, “ok, will await your call”. There was a moment of awkward silence and he asked again, “just brush your leg against mine. The table cloth will prevent you to be seen by anyone”. I was extremely nervous but managed to align my leg with his and brushed against it. It kind of gave me an electric shock to touch him although both our legs were covered under layers of fabric. He kept his legs pressed against mine and while our upper torso, visible to the public, was decently placed, I could feel him bushing his thigh against mine. We saw my husband returning to us and we separated our lower bodies to maintain a decent distance. I have heard this term called animal magnetism. This was the first time in my life when I was experiencing the same. Here I am with a man who I am meeting for the first time and yet every cell on my body screamed ‘possess me’ to him. And surprisingly it wasn’t one sided. He was equally charged up to lay his claim on me. If this isn’t animal magnetism, what is?

Once I reached home that night and was changing my dress to retire for the night, I felt the stretch that was brushed by R a few hours ago. It tingled still. My husband, who has a very strong libido, was in mood to fuck me. I tried reciprocating his advances as much as possible, but eventually after a while I was just lying flat on the bed, spread out in missionary position with my legs flying in the sky in a wide V, while my husband continued to fuck me actively. Once he ejaculated and dismounted from top of me to take rest, the thoughts of R asking me if he could feel my thigh kept buzzing in my ears and I silently kept telling myself, “yes, touch me”. The next morning, like all other mornings, my husband was in mood again and having rested in the night, was full of vigour. I enjoyed while he fucked me missionary style, but the vision of R’s tufts of black hair popping out from under his shirt, kept haunting me and I kept visualizing how densely hairy his chest and belly must be.

My husband left for work in a while...and from the moment he was putting his shoes on, I don’t know, I kind of kept praying, please don’t go today. Somewhere I felt I would be converted to an unfaithful wife once he went to office and my conscience kept praying that he stays at home. The next couple of hours were extremely tense for me. I held the mobile tightly in my hand as if my life depended on it. It was not before two hours that my mobile rang and I saw R’s number flash on the screen. There it was, the call that I had been waiting for since last evening, and now that the phone flashes his name, I was feeling terrified answering it. After what appeared to me like eternity while the phone rang, I mustered sufficient courage to accept the call. “What took you this long to answer the call?” he asked. I mumbled something about I was in the other room and took me time to find my phone. “I missed you last night. ‘A’ is one lucky bastard. How did he land a wife like you”? he asked. ‘A’ is my husband’s name’s initial letter and for the sake of privacy I will refer to him when required as A.

To be continued...

Interview

Hi everyone! I have just answered some questions that I had been sent for the website http://thecuckoldconsultant.com/exclusive-interviews/an-exclusive-interview-meet-younghotwifediary/ maybe it will be interesting for some of you so here they are :)

Interview Questions

·        How did you get started in the Hotwife lifestyle?

My boyfriend and I started talking about the idea for me having sex with another guy while he would watch when we were in bed doing our things… And after some months – years talking about it, we finally decided to do it for real.

·        What was your most memorable experience while living the Hotwife lifestyle?

I would say my first date with a lover. It went really great and I keep a great memory of it, both because of the guy I met and also because after it my boyfriend and I were happy about how it went and nothing changed between us.

·        How many guys have you been with since you started the Hotwife lifestyle, and what’s that been like for you?

So far I’ve met 4 different guys but I’ve repeated with one of them. Each of the guys were really different one from another and I enjoyed knowing them all and feeling how they were acting with me.

·        Describe any resistance or hesitation either of you felt before taking the plunge.

I was worried that it wouldn’t go as good as I imagined it. I had only sex with my boyfriend before starting the hotwife lifestyle so I wasn’t sure how it would be to be with another man and I felt a little shy the first time. This disappeared because the first date went great and I feel much more confident than before, now I know that I can handle being with other men.

Also I was worried that my relationship with my boyfriend would change after doing it, because we are really great together, he’s the love of my life, and I didn’t want our relationship to be broken because of the hotwife lifestyle. But everything went great, after our first date we loved us even more than before and each day our relationship is getting better so all the worries disappeared after the first date I had.

·        What are 5 of the sexiest things related to being a hotwife that you do to tease your husband?

1. Letting him know that having sex with him is different than with any other man because I love him.

2. Talking about the lovers I had while we have sex, we both enjoy that.

3. Buying new clothes, makeup…

4. Often I tell him how much I look forward to have a new date with a lover

5. When I have found a new guy I tell my boyfriend how much I like the lover, and that I can’t wait!

·        What advice do you have for couples who are interested in pursuing the Hotwife lifestyle but can’t find any good men, or the right men?

I would say that it’s necessary to look for a man that the woman really feels great with. I always take a lot of time to know the lover before meeting in person, chatting or phone calls. Actually I think it’s also part of the hotwife lifestyle, to be able to seduce another person than your boyfriend/husband, and I really like it too. So it takes time to find the right man but I think it’s worth it to wait for the good one and not having dates with the first one that you find. 

·        What boundaries do you have in your relationship as it relates to living the Hotwife lifestyle, and how do you make sure you don’t break them?

We don’t really have fixed boundaries, because both my boyfriend and I kind of “know” the things that we like or dislike. For example the boundaries I put to myself is not to have a hotwife lifestyle 100% of my time. I mean with it that I don’t talk about it every day, or I don’t make phone calls or chat with my lovers every day. It’s easy not to break it because I have many other important things in my life and of course I love to be a hotwife but I don’t think about it all day long! It’s a part of my life and myself, but not all my life.

·        What are the top 5 pieces of advice you would share with couples who are new to the Hotwife lifestyle regarding setting up boundaries ?

1. Not letting the hotwife lifestyle take all the place in your relationship

2. Be sure to understand yours and your boyfriend’s needs

3. I think you’ve to know each other very good and that way it will be easy to set up boundaries because both will know what is too much, for example.

4. Try to put yourself in the shoes of your boyfriend/husband to understand how he could react to something. For example something would turn you on a lot but maybe for your boyfriend it wouldn’t be the case as he’s watching you and not doing it.

5. If you want to try something new, always ask about it to your boyfriend to know if he would like it or not. Talking is always important!

·        What do you think are the top 5 reasons why a woman would reject or not be open to exploring the Hotwife lifestyle with their husband?

1. Being shy, both to meet a man she doesn’t know and to be observed by her husband while she’s with the lover.

2. Being worried about breaking the relationship with her boyfriend/husband

3. Not having a relationship that is good enough to have a hotwife lifestyle. If my relationship with my boyfriend wouldn’t be as good as it’s, I don’t think I would have tried the hotwife lifestyle.

4. Being afraid to be “discovered”. For example I’m lucky because I live far from my family and friends so I know I won’t meet anybody that I don’t want to when I have my dates, but if my dates would take place in the same area where my family lives I think I would feel uncomfortable.

5. Not being understood by the husband. If there is no communication and you can’t explain why you would like to be a hotwife I don’t think you would enjoy starting doing it.

·        What are 5 things a husband can do to help increase the levels of intimacy in his relationship with his wife?

1. Treat her like before being a hotwife, because being one doesn’t change you or your personality.

2. Listen to the needs of the wife in bed and make her satisfied

3. Asking about her lovers, dates, her feelings about them; to be involved in the hotwife lifestyle

4. Showing that you’re also excited about your wife being a hotwife.

5. You have to be confident about your wife and let her know that she can talk about anything with you.

Can v connect dear

We already are connected. There can't be any more connection than this.☺️

My stag would do this to me, but not while standng, only after I am laid flat on the bed.

Pristine White

There are instances which while I am not particularly proud of to boast, did present a mix of intense pleasure, a bit of pain and valuable experience.

Without getting into too much of details, let’s just say that the ‘gentleman’ I report to in my office enjoys a lot of "consented"-privileges on me. It wasn’t a willful decision on my part at the beginning, rather a Hobson’s choice. Having said that however, I also must add that over a period of time of getting to know each other ‘very closely’ while deriving pleasure, a level of fondness did develop and what started as a coerced submission eventually paved its way into willful enthusiasm in full consent. That although didn’t mellow him, he knew he won’t have to struggle to enjoy his rights at his will.

A time came when he knew about his ‘ownership’ status on my physical being and being personally very satisfied, it was then extended to his very close friends and few men whose decisions mattered a lot on the scope of new business to be won. It was on one of these ‘extended privileges’ that I found myself in a position similar to the image here, which reminded me of it. I was summoned into his office on one of the days and I found one of his friends sitting in his cabin, someone who had been close to me a few times at my boss’ home. Something told me the mood prevailing inside the room wasn’t a very upbeat one. “You have an assignment”, my boss told me very matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send you for this one, but then I trust only you to handle this. He will tell you of the rest while you will be on your way in the car this evening”, he said, pointing me towards his friend. He then turned towards his friend and told him, “you need to assure that she is safely escorted out after the ‘assignment’ is over and faces no difficulty in reaching home. You need to be present yourself there and not through one of you other employees. I will not risk her at all. You need to assure me of that”. His friend responded with a complete assurance and his physical presence at all times permitted. “Call me once you are out upon completion of the task and have reached home. I will be anxious about your return”, he told me.

While in the car on my way to a really posh hotel that evening, his friend explained. A really big decision is awaited from a political leader of a western country. Apparently he would be leaving India in the coming week and by then would have formed his mind about the decision which will have a direct impact on the business that this friend is engaged into. So far, he feels that the decision would be in his favour. However he has been privately ‘requested’ by this leader that while in India, he was desirous of trying out everything Indian to satisfy himself as to if he should sign the document in favour of a businessman in India. He wanted to be with someone Indian to show him around the city on the next day in case he liked her company today. He paused and looked at me and the implications of ‘everything Indian’ sunk into me. Hence is his need to borrow my presence from my boss for the evening.

He made a call to the people in the hotel to ensure that I am not made to wait in the lobby under any circumstances and be escorted to the appointed suite immediately. He told me that this leader made it very clear that no compromise to be made on the quality and thus only someone with a recommendation be allowed to come inside his room. Definitely not someone who is available for a price. And so, I am from this moment on be known as his best-friend’s wife, someone who he had to coax and persuade a lot, a lot to her agreement to come over for a while today and show him around the city for the rest of his stay here.

We reached the hotel. The organization was flawless, I was forthwith escorted by my “husband’s best-friend” to the floor where the suite was. When he knocked, the door was opened by a gentleman who greeted both of us with a big welcome. We came inside and the door was locked behind us. Our host said he was very pleased that I could come to spend some time with him today and maybe over the next few days to show him around. I smiled and pointed to my companion and said, I came only because he and my husband are best-friends and…”, I paused and added, “and he really really persuaded me to meet you”. I guess my mention about my exclusivity impressed our host and he invited the two of us to have a drink. My boss’ friend quickly mentioned that he had to attend to some very important calls and would rather be there. He requested our host to call him so that he could come to pick me up once our host is ready. He rose and left.

My host poured me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to have a small dance with him. I said I am not very good in it but probably can try. Gulping down a few quick ones, he put on a nice waltz and beckoned to me to join him. The dim yellow lights really played on with our moods. I adjusted my saree and offered my hand to him to lead me into the dance. He pulled me closer and pretty soon his hand was pressing down on my waist while pulling my torso firmly against him as we waltzed around. There were smiles and giggles and touches and feels all over me. Somewhere between the drinks and the dances I realized I was in the process of losing my saree and the petticoat. He paused for a moment to look at me. I think he felt satisfied savouring the sight of everything Indian in a dusky brown complexion which was a stark contrast against his fairness. I saw him loosen his belt and unbuttoning his trousers which fell to the ground as he stepped out of it. I saw him pulling the elastic of his underwear down till his lower body was in nude. He stepped closer and a push backwards landed me on the soft, smooth, pristine white linen on the big bed. A combination of several rapid movements made me realize I was pinned down on the soft, white bed while his entire fair-skinned physique with hairy chest hovered all over me, pausing to feel specific places before moving on to the next. Despite his urge, he exercised good control over myself to ensure I get into the mood too instead of just submitting. It felt good and I allowed him to keep playing. A while later, I don't know how long was it after, I realized he was trying to align himself with me to engage in coitus while pinning me down under his huge frame. A momentary sensation of a robust erection trying to find its way inside me was followed by the feeling of a 'void' inside me which got gradually filled. There were a few seconds of rest while he rejoiced in the successful breaching of the castle door and then he assumed his primal masculine form to begin the process to summon his seeds. The thrusts were powerful enough to jerk my entire body upwards even while being under his enormous masculine weight.

It may sound funny now, but the last thought that flashed through my mind before the pleasure of his maleness numbed the consciousness out of me was that the pristine-white bedsheets won’t be as white tomorrow morning after they dry.