If Sex With Men Other Than My Husband Makes Me Guilty Of Infidelity, Then Yes, I Am Guilty. But I Have

Love to be ur stag

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

Had to reblog this. This is so very right.

Whole new level

Since me and the hubby started talking about me becoming a Hotwife I have noticed a HUGE change in our relationship. I don’t mean sexually - that was always great - I mean emotionally. I feel stronger in our Marriage, there’s no doubts in how much we love one another, we are more patient and understanding with one another and so much more open in every way. My experiences with other men haven’t necessarily been AMAZING, but the effect on my marriage has been phenomenal. 😍 #ncs165

Did you ever have any issues with jilted lovers?

Fortunately not. Maybe because most men who've come into my life were very aware that I wasn't seeking a lover, nor were they expected to behave likewise.

The separation that happened from the few 'lovers' that I had, had mostly been due to reasons which we both knew and reconciled with, for eg relocation. So I've never had to get too concerned about jilted lovers. Yes, there have been proposals that I refused but there have been no repercussions. In some rare instances my refusal was the not accepted and his persistence made me reconsider my decisions. But again, mostly been lucky that there have been no after-effects.

hi i read u 1st time , u r wonderful, keep it up

I am thankful to you for your kind compliments.

Love this blog. I am an American, but always find Indian women so beautiful.

Thank you for your kind compliment. The entire world loves the Indian woman. 😉😉. Just kidding.

Good morning. Do you know when you will finish the Garik story?

Hello, thanks for the message. I've been trying to remember and jot down my memories. But it's taking time. I think I've published two more parts since you messaged me. Kindly take a look and let me know your comments. Will wait for them.

Whenever I get tired of all the anti-masculine sentiment so prevalent in western culture I come here to your blog. It is almost restorative to read the musings of a woman who genuinely seems to enjoy men and everything about. Here we are made to feel guilty and ashamed for wanting a woman. You not only enjoy being wanted you appear to revel in it. I wish you a wonderful day sexy woman.

Thank you for the message. I have respect for all of them who are fighting for the social justice for women. But I think the fight is often misinterpreted as a fight against men. It isn’t. The enemy is the system, not the men. It is just that that some men have created the system and yet some men have been following it like gospel. It is not that the entire ‘man’-kind is at fault.

The men that I have been mentally associated with have all displayed the single characteristic of utmost respect to women and seeing a woman as an equal partner in their life. I think the other thing that may have confused some is about the particular behaviour of man-kind during the act of physical union. Behaviour at that phase is NOT necessarily what constitutes the behaviour of the man overall. Some men, my two husbands included, who I am soul mates with, change their behaviour when it comes to deriving pleasure from their woman, and I have absolutely no problem with acknowledging or encouraging them to let them exert all their ‘ownership’ over me at that time. Deep down I already know the respect that they have for me, and I am most willingly open to be their wanton whore when they demand me to be.

Similar behaviour is exhibited by some of the bulls that I am sent to. One of the primary traits that my stag looks for in a bull is the combination of masculinity and respectfulness. In other words, the bulls that I am eventually made available to for them to ‘hunt’ me down (it’s usually always letting them believe that they hunted me down, instead of being served on a plate, to make them feel they need to cherish their win thereafter) have in most occasions displayed both these natures. In some instances, a few of those who i have played a courtesan with may have been outliers and bordered mostly on the masculinity trait, but then that’s fine too. I am not looking for any association with them and the game ends with us getting dressed once he has made himself happy.

Not sure if I could articulate my views properly, but am happy to answer further if you wanted.

Hi... Will u write my story in ur words.... I love reading ur articles

Hello Friend,

I apologize that I can write only of my own experiences. It is my memory which i dump into the pages. Hope you understand.

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...