Actually All I Said To Him Was, ‘do You Think We Can Talk Somewhere Less Crowded, In Peace”?

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.

Between a husband, a second husband, a bull , a bf who shares you with his friends, I think you're very well taken care of. And from my experience with women, once they're mini deaths are taken care of, they dont usually have a lot of words to spare, or run a sex blog. Something's amiss'uss. Anyhow, love to 'see' more, p.s is that u in the profile pic?

Nice message, appreciate your thoughts.

Having said that I will in no way be contesting your point of view. Maturity lies in knowing that there is no ‘one way’ of interpreting a situation, and having the flexibility to accept another’s POV even without subscribing to it.

No, that is NOT my picture. I never share any of my photos on this blog. Everything here is taken from the internet and re-blogs. I did find it to be a closer resemblance and hence have put it up. To begin with, I am of medium complexion, more on the duskier side…the photo shows a fairer complexioned woman.

are u interested in incest? whats your thoughts on the consensual incest

I have never been involved in an incestuous relationship. I am afraid I cannot comment upon it. If I labelled it either as bad or good without having sufficient knowledge on the topic, I would be overstepping my boundaries. I am not a social police who is here to be a judgemental. My concepts are quite simple, a long as I am not causing hurt to anyone else, it doesn’t matter what I do. Hopefully that answers the second part of your question.

And for the first part, no, I never felt inclined towards anyone within my family. i don’t think anyone is “interested in incest”. People sometimes develop interest towards a family member, which when consummated is “termed as incest”.

Trust that answers your questions.

When u post ur pic??

😉I post my pics exactly when you log out and remove them just before you log back in.😉

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...

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

Hell Explained By A Chemistry Student

Love to be ur stag

Haha, thank you. Already have a fully functional one.

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 :-)

Is the premise of your hotwife relationship that you are happily owned by your husband? And happily do what you are happily told to do. Making him happy makes you happy.

that maybe the case. My husband isn’t the one who actually hotwife-s me. I have another stag who plays my husband for the purpose of hotwifing me. I find my strongest anchor in the security of the love and care from my husband. But for the purpose of hotwifing, it is the mutual happiness, ie to get my stag to be happy, as well as derive pleasure myself, that matters the most.