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It was my first time too when two men actively and simultaneously paricipated in fucking me. The situation was different though.

Back then, my bf and I were in college and in an even more conservative envronment than now, privacy was a big problem for consenting-but-unmarried couples (specially the student class) who wanted to shed clothes and enjoy sex with each other. Neither I had privacy at my house, nor did he. What saved us though is a rather rich and considerate friend of his who used to stay alone in his apartment. My bf obtained his permission (and his keys) to bring his gf (ie me) to fuck her in his apartment.

His friend agreed and pretty soon it was a regular haunt for us when my bf would bring me with him to his house, after our college, or at times bunking college too, and take advantage of his friend being away on work, and well, long story short, fuck me silly.

As they say, familiarity breeds contempt, it became our second nature for me to be escorted to his friend’s house to get fucked. One of those days during the daytime my bf had brought me over to his friend’s house, which was empty. Without wasting any time he took me to the friend’s guest-room, where he had the license to have sex. We undressed and he mounted me missionary style. I loved sex with him guess pretty soon, he had my legs flying up in the sky in a rather wide V while he placed himself between them and was thrusting away like crazy. It was at one of those fleeting glances when suddenly I realized his friend had returned home unscheduled and since we didnt bother to lock the guest room door and his friend was watching my bf fucking me.

I was extremely embarrassed but my bf was pretty cool. He went over, talked to his friend, closed the door and returned to finish fucking me. We got dressed and he had me introduced to his friend later.

Nothing else happened that day. It was later that my bf told me that his friend has sought my permission to have sex with me. I was initially very embarrassed at the idea of being made nude in front of two men at the same time and he had to do a lot of convincing to get my agreement eventually.

My frst threeesome was when I was spitroasted by my bf and his friends before they started taking turns on fucking me individually. Once the initial ice-breaking was over, it was an ocassional threesome sex between us and my bf continued sex with me at his house for the rest of the period that we remained a couple.

Yeah I meant you at your age now, but thanks for answering

Thanks. Yes, there have been instances where I have been with men in their early twenties now. Quite infrequent, but yes, happens.

You once mentioned transcending class boundaries under the spell of a man's manliness... sounds like an interesting story, tell us more?

I thought I had already written about it, or maybe I didn't. Not sure. If not, maybe will write about it someday.

What I mean is a continuation of what I've been telling. My being with men isn't necessarily always out of romantic interest. In most cases they have been out of the primal urge. For that urge to be generated, all that matters is the right mix of hormones from the two partners. It doesn't depend on the financial or societal or any other attributes.

And that happened with me too when I met someone and just like that the hormones in me mixed to be just right to feel drawn to him and be with him.

Maybe someday will write about it when I get the right feel to.

One ploy that worked to "sell" the idea to a "prospective" was for my bull to handover the phone to him and ask him to browse through the vacation photos while sneaking a few of the more revealing photos of me in various stages of dress (& undress) in between them that he'll come across as he slides the screens. The longer pauses on some of the photos and the facial expressions were enough to tell that he has come across those photos. And after taking the phone back while pretending to have not noticed anything, politely ask if he'd want to dine at our house this evening, or this weekend.

So far the invites have not been turned down.

"... Mind turning around?"

(Repost - after Tumblr moral policing)

It is indeed funny to observe a fully grown, quite-masculine a man to show his softer side and request for a permission to use my hips. And mind it, it’s not something that’s apparent only in the men I have known before, but even with most that I have been sent as a courtesan to, or even by the ones I got myself ‘hunted’ down and then taken away with him.

I have observed that most men, feel that the conquest over their woman isn’t complete until they have done something that is drastic enough to either make their efforts to do it look satisfactory, or, they have inflicted (which sometimes may just be a belief) pain on their woman to make her cringe before him and submit. Both of these conditions are satisfied when they receive the consent to do it there, for no matter how experienced one is, it still needs effort to get into the ‘position’ and the inflicted ‘pain’ when the union happens.

In either case, an element of force becomes necessary for him to convey the message to the woman that she is his property, for minutes/hours/days, however temporary the ownership is. The need to establish control has been a fundamental criteria, more with the men who have hunted me and those I have been sent to as a part of my courtesan arrangement. My husbands have been more secure and they know that they don’t need to ask me for my permission to use my hips. They have developed the ability to sense my mood and know the answer even before they would ask. The hunters, on the other hand would feel the need to exert authority and it is often when after they have attained the primary satisfaction, and is in mood to pleasure himself once more, would have popped the question, “mind turning around? really feel like using your hips”…well, that’s actually a much watered down version of the actual words used to convey their desire.

Being asked that question makes me feel proud as a woman. It tells me that he found me attractive enough to want to explore more about me. The element of pain involved in allowing a man to 'use my hips’ is always present, but the satisfaction from knowing that I am being owned by him and he is getting satisfaction from ‘using me’ for that phase is exciting enough for me to usually consent to his request for use.

Please complete your story about your first encounter with your stag, how he managed to make you meet him?

Maybe someday I will...

Hi Shafaali, I have been following you for some time and love your insights in your posts. Your writing is superb and conveys a wonderful view of the lifestyle. I understand that your stag is not your husband but what I cannot fathom is if your husband is aware of your indulgences? If he is do you share information of your adventures with him or not? Regards

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for the really nice compliments.

The answer to your question is, no. My husband is not aware of my getting close to other men, whether by way of hot-wifing or in my capacity as a courtesan. Both these aspects of my life were initiated after he went abroad for his work. To put it differently, because he wasn’t physically present here, the others took the liberty (with my consent) to get closer to me and get me expand my horizons and in a way to fulfill their own fantasies many of which could not have been possible with the association of their own spouses.

This is a particularly delicate situation because I have no intention of ever letting my husband know of these aspects of my life, and yet maintain the balance between my conjugal and courtesan life. It gets difficult at times because my husband and I talk over the phone frequently and the calls come at all possible times, sometimes even when there is another man who is accessing me at that moment. Thankfully i can still blame the slow internet speed and connectivity to avoid accepting a video call from him when turning on the camera at my end would show that I am somewhere other than my house.

HI shefaali Would request you to please take time and complete after part 4 of the incident of you having it done with your stag the first time. Also would like to inform u that i had been able to copy many of your write up to mewe account. Of course have given reference of your blog.

Thank you. Will write the ending shortly.

And why won't they?