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How my stag possessed me - Part 4

Contd from Part 3...

I smiled over the phone and said, “good-boys deserve good fucks”. “Yeah, and good-fucks deserve a good side-fuck, and that’s where i come to their rescue” he said. “So that tells me you are experienced in being a good side-fuck. How many conquests before me?” I asked. For a moment he seemed to be embarrassed to answer such a direct question. He then said, “Did you feel even for a minute yesterday that I was even trying to go for a conquest”? I answered, “well, not really, I think I felt automatically drawn to you”. “Exactly, look I’ll be honest, you aren’t the first ‘wife’ i have undressed with, and probably you won’t be my last either, but it’s true I have never felt this strong a need to own a wife like I am feeling for you right now. Like you said, I feel an a natural instinct to mate with you, to have my seeds inside you and probably you also felt that” he said. I admitted that it was indeed the case. He felt that probably he had been a too much extra direct and to put me at ease started talking to me on general topics of since when married, bf-s before marriage etc.  I guess we talked for close to an hour over the phone that day. He hung up with a promise to call me the next day.

 Since then we stared having our calls daily after my husband will leave for office. Over a period of time our discussions on a daily basis migrated from general topics to sexual preferences, sharing previous experiences of each other, what we liked, what we didn’t etc. He started asking me out for dates. I knew I wanted to go with him, but I still had to fight the biggest enemy whose presence was unknown here-before, my conscience. It isn’t the first time that I am asked out by a man, not the first time that I will be undressed by a man who I have just met, but what made the difference was that all my previous experiences were when I was still unmarried. Now I am married and it would put the label of a cheater on me if I indulged with a man other than my husband. I was yet to learn the principle of separating pleasure for my body from pleasure to my heart. I realized it won’t be easy. It’s one thing to feel attracted to a man and to know he is equally, if not more, willing to reciprocate the need for sex, but quite another when it came to execute the idea. I found it extremely difficult to reconcile myself, and whenever R would approach with a ‘plan’ to make it happen, I would chicken out making some excuse about being busy etc. Pretty soon, our calls continued in the evening or in the nights when my husband would be working late in office and R would tell me to help him masturbate while he talked to me. He would ask me to feel inside my panties to check how wet I am, and I would be surprised to see that my panties have been soaked talking to him. Almost a month had passed and we would have talked on almost all weekdays. He kept planning, “meet me at the hotel”, and I would respond, “no, I could be seen there by others”; or he would say, “come over to my house, I stay alone”, and I would say, “R, I am extremely scared to go to anyone’s house, I am a married woman and our society may not take it kindly and start wagging their gossip tongues”; he would suggest, “let me know when i can come over to your house”, and I would respond, “no no, not here, what if A returns all of a sudden and finds you fucking me”...i think you got the drift. In short, I inevitably came up with an excuse to not make it happen because although i really wanted to have sex with R, but my conscience held me back even tighter. I could sense that this was upsetting R also and he was getting increasingly desperate. And now I felt not only frustrated at not being able to get myself fucked by R because with every passing day my desire to get myself done by him increased, and now I was feeling guilty also that i was denying a man, R, his right to enjoy a woman, me.

To be continued...

Inhibitions

It has been universally preached and practiced that a woman’s breasts are erogenous zones and provides pleasure when stimulated. No doubt about that. What they haven’t told however is that, men’s breasts (or if the men have an objection to use of that word, then chest) are probably as erogenous as a woman’s.

It is so common to see a full bodied, hulk-of-a-man cringe, croon and squeal in expression of his pleasure when I have loved his chest or nipples. While a 69 provides more opportunity to make love to them, it is not the only time when I could pleasure my partner on his chest. There are times when I have been mounted by some really powerful, masculine bulls in missionary position and he having started the motion. His wide chest would hover all over my face (usually the bulls would be taller and larger bodied than I am and so would cover my entire body under his), I may have attempted a soft ‘bite & hold’ with my mouth on his chest. Inevitably I would hear him whimper and temporarily freeze his powerful thrusting in a rush of pleasure while i have continued to ‘hold’ his flesh without releasing it. The only simile that comes to my mind is a wild mountain river suddenly freezing for an endless moment, before it regains it’s power and flows again.

Maybe it is the societal pressure that lays down the doctrine that ‘men will pleasure a woman’s breasts’ and shies away from the fact that men derive as much, if not more, pleasure from having their breasts/chests loved by their woman that makes men hesitate to accept this fact. Nipples on men may be redundant from a functional perspective, but I can lay a safe bet that no man would want to miss out on the pleasure of his woman loving his nipples. The inflated male ego dissuades them accepting the fact, but that doesn’t change the truth. It’s time men shake these inhibitions and openly admit to their woman to make love to his chest.

(PS) This is one of my older posts which the angry Tumblr ‘Gods’ blocked because they judged that the adults were not supposed to see nude photographs of other consenting adults. So to appease the Tumblr Gods, here is the text of the post, sans the photo.

Has your boss ever shared you with others?

Yes. He has.

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.

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.

Sexiest blog . .!!

I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.

Dear Shefali, Glad you’ve starting posting again. You think your husband noticed another man’s presence when ever or if you allowed him to drop his seeds . In your mind did you ever compare the two men in their techniques of making love ?

My interactions with ‘other’ men were very limited when my husband was here. So the probability of what you mentioned was very low, though not absent. About comparing two men, I do not think it is ever possible to do so. No two mean are alike in their approach, touch, feel, grips, noise, clutches, use of force. So with my limited knowledge, I consider it unwise to even try to compare a man with anyone else. They are all an experience by themselves and attempting to even draw a comparison is not prudent, that’s what I feel.

And yes, you misspellt my name :-)

Dear lady you are a jewel in the crown of all womanhood. When your followers brashly ask you for sex you rebuff them in the most gentle and respectful ways possible. You are a woman who TRULY loves men in every possible way. I have no question for you, merely applause.

Response:

I am fairly inexperienced to the ways of life. There is but one thing (amongst few others) that I realized about how to deal with most situations. In most cases people instigate and want me to react so that they can react again. An easier (and usually more polite) way is to bring myself out of the situation by not getting into an argument at all.

Only yesterday morning, I received a ‘warm’, ‘welcoming’ message which simply stated ‘GM chut’ (for those not from India, the chut is one of the many cruder Indian words for what the westerners refer to as the pussy or the cunt).

It is obvious that my learned reader has probably read a few of my posts and assumed he could refer to me by that name. But does that affect me? It is his perspective of who he felt I am, and I haven’t been contracted to set the public’s perceptions. Who knows whether my own perception is right or not? If not then who am I to correct others’?

I am thankful for the kind message that you have sent me here and I wish you a very happy day.

Such intensity and passion in massaging is usually in my husband... And my bf from the swimming club who is a big time boob lover.

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